Can I get you anything to drink?

"Gentlemen, can I get you anything to drink?"

The room was full, flight delayed slightly and she was doing her best to go around to everyone and see if she could get them anything to keep them happy while they waited. When they struggled in English she switched to the limited Korean that she knew. Considering who she was talking to, she was doing a pretty good job of staying calm and holding it together.

"Mannaseo bangawoyo, jeoneun Sasha yeyo."

"Annyeonghaseyo Sasha. What have you got for us today," Jin asked taking in her appearance. Dressed in the uniform of the airline they were travelling on, her skirt was the perfect length to show as much leg as was appropriate, leaving you wanting to know what was at the top when you reached that destination, feet tucked into the right height heels to show off her legs to their fullest and a tiny hat perched on her head that miraculously didn't fall when she leaned forward to talk to them. And that wasn't even taking into account the very large eyes that had turned to him when he spoke or the lips that were painted in a colour that said 'kiss me if you dare.'

"We have a full selection of alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks on offer today. What do you feel like?"

"Loaded question, I feel like lots of things," Jin hummed as he leaned back in his seat, grinning at her. "Soju?"

"OK, so we don't have soju I'm afraid but if you're after something with a high alcohol content, we can find something else I'm sure?"

"I felt like the taste from back home, maybe an apple one. It's fine, I can just have a wine."

"Don't make it complicated hyung, just ask her what she recommends. Sasha, any suggestions?" Yoongi was looking at her patiently, not fazed by the noise around him. She had a feeling from what she'd seen of him online that he was pretty good at zoning out so he could block out all the craziness, especially of the maknae. Looking around at them, she counted 6 members, knowing instantly who was missing.

"Honestly, I'm probably not the person to ask. I don't drink much because it gives me a headache if I have more than half a glass. Soju for example I can probably only manage-" and then two things happened at once that short circuited out her brain. She looked at Taehyung, his eyes watching her intently and all her Korean fell out of her head at how insanely good looking he was and two, Namjoon started walking his way to join the other members.

'-can only manage," she tried again as Namjoon got closer and Tae's eyes continued to study her face, dropping to her lips, a smirk building on the lips she'd studied closely herself way too many times. 'Words, I need words,' she thought, beginning to panic a little. So she threw out all she could manage, just as Namjoon arrived amongst them, "sam ip."

"3 mouth," Jungkook said in English, looking confused.

"3 mouth," Namjoon repeated. "What are we talking about," he asked, coming into the space and looking at them all. Sasha was not keen to open her mouth again to add anything given the fact she'd just forgotten any Korean words she knew.

"Oh hyung, we're talking to this lovely woman here who is offering us drinks. She mentioned she can only drink a little alcohol," Jimin said, a grin on his face as he watched the discomfort spread on her face and the way Namjoon did a double take when he looked at her.

"Oh she probably means 3 mouthfuls," he said in Korean. "Three mouthfuls of what," he asked, sticking his tongue in cheek, jawline setting as his eyes raked over her body. Sasha felt her cheeks beginning to colour at the way he was looking at her, incredibly self conscious of her mouth and how dry it had just gotten all of a sudden.

"Soju hyung, we were talking about soju," Jimin said, watching as Namjoon settled his eyes on Sasha. She stammered out a quick, 'I'll give you a little longer to think about it,' before turning to leave.

"I wasn't talking about soju," he said still in Korean, watching as she bowed, walking away to give them some time to consider what they wanted.

"Oh no? What were you talking about then," Jin asked, silencing Hobi with a look when he went to interrupt. The oldest member was bored and felt like teasing their leader, since he always, usually, held his tongue, only letting go when he was with them and thought it was safe. Like now, when he thought they were the only ones in the room that spoke any Korean.

"Mouthfuls, handfuls, any and all of that would be fucking great right now," he said, not really clarifying but slipping into the kind of talk that usually only happened when they'd been drinking. It had been drilled into them to hold their tongues and they usually did. But Namjoon hadn't had a girlfriend in what felt like a really long time and there was only so much veiled writing about sex he could do to get it out of his system.

If he'd been watching her closely as he was talking, Namjoon might've seen the slight rise of her shoulders, startled by his words and then the way she adjusted her body, almost as if she was now suddenly very conscious of exactly how she was carrying herself. But the other members, bored from the stopover, were very good at reading body language and had decided it was their mission to see how this played out.

"We probably need to choose a drink," Hobi was saying and Namjoon spoke again.

"Not alcohol guys, we have an interview as soon as we land. And," he said, glancing towards Sasha again, "let's not keep the lady waiting too long."

"Keen to have her come back this way," Yoongi asked, face expressionless but as happy as the others to tease Namjoon a little. Their leader needed some stress relief, you could tell there was a lot of tension in his body. And at least letting his words out could help.

"Say your sentence again but stop after the fifth word hyung," Namjoon said to Yoongi, running his hand through his hair and Sasha, who had been heading back their way almost stumbled as she worked out what that meant.

The instant grins that broke out across almost all the members faces, realising Namjoon still had no idea she spoke Korean and that he was putting both his feet in his mouth as he laid all his cards on the table was not something they often got to see.

"Keen to have her, oh, Namjoon-ssi! Hyung, hyung, you might want to know that-," Jungkook started to say and Tae stopped him.

"Jungkookie was just saying you might want to know that the snacks are really delicious," he said, diverting Jungkook from finishing his sentence, knowing he was going to spill the beans on her language skills.

"Thanks Taehyungie. I might have something to nibble after a drink although I'm not really in the mood to nibble food."

It couldn't have worked out better although there was an element of guilt in the fact Sasha had just arrived and was clearly able to hear everything they'd been saying. They were having fun at Namjoon's expense but they didn't want to make her feel disrespected in the process. But then she pursed her lips a little, tongue tucked in behind her teeth and she winked at the others, careful for Namjoon not to see before she spoke only in English.

"Do we know what we want now," she asked, making eye contact with them all as she looked around at their circle, lingering far longer than necessary on Namjoon's eyes.

"Namjoon hyung definitely does," Jimin said and he nodded.

"I do. In fact, please just bring us a selection of drinks, no alcohol though, we're working. I'm sure you'll find something to please us all."

"Oh, I'm more than sure I can," she said, bowing out with a sway of her hips as she walked away to fetch a cart to load with drink options.

"Fuck, this isn't fair," Namjoon said as they all watched her leave. "Her lips had that freshly wet sheen of gloss and smelled like strawberry or watermelon or some other fruit. Shit, I want those to slide over my mouth and other parts of me. I want a taste. Is it just me or is she really sexy?"

"Not just you," Jimin said and Yoongi nodded in agreement.

"Those heels are excellent on her," Tae agreed.

"They'd be excellent off her too, I'd like to do that," Namjoon said, thinking about the slow seduction of undressing someone. Not that he felt like he'd want to take his time if he had the chance today. It wasn't a slow session he was after but a quick, satisfying fuck that would leave his balls empty and both their bodies satisfied.

"Women apparently have a thing with men in uniform but I happen to think women in uniform are sexy too." Jungkook piped up and they all turned to look at him. "What? Just because I prefer guys doesn't mean I can't notice a sexy woman."

"That's very true Jungkookie," Tae said, flicking him under the chin. Their maknae didn't often speak up but they always listened when he did.

"I sound fucking desperate," Namjoon said, falling back in a chair, stretching his legs out in front of himself. He'd had a few extra meetings than the others today and was feeling it all.

"Yup," Jin said, laughing at his friend.

"Obvious too," Yoongi said and Namjoon sighed.

"Do you think she could tell?"

"That you had drool gathering on your chin, yeah," Yoongi replied, yawning as he stretched.

"That's not the liquid that I want gathering on my chin," he said, sighing again.

"Gawd, you're so dirty sometimes," Tae said, rolling his eyes.

"Don't knock it. One of my favourite ways to pass the time, with my mouth between someones thighs."

Some nodded in agreement, others looked at him like they were still too innocent to know what he was talking about which none of them were. At all.

"You better be careful what you say Joon, she's coming back," Hobi said as Sasha pushed a cart their way.

"It's OK, I can speak in Korean but I'll watch my words and just watch her anyway," he answered, sending a grin Hobi's way, sitting up a little straighter as Sasha rolled up.

"Here we go Gentlemen, a few options to choose from. What can I get you all?"

"Sprite please," Hobi called and Sasha handed one over having already poured that one in anticipation of him asking for it.

"Coke zero, orange juice, can I have a coffee," the others called one after and over each other.

"Yeah a coffee thanks," Yoongi answered when she turned to him, leaving Namjoon for last, feeling his eyes on her the whole time.

"And what can I serve for you?" She held a smile on her face although she was struggling, especially having heard everything they'd said.

"Yourself," he replied in Korean before saying a very polite response instead. "Just iced tea if you have it," he said instead, smiling that showed his dimples, an answering smile coming to her face.

"We do have iced tea, happy to get that for you," Sasha said, pouring it for him and handing it over. He didn't even pretend it was an accident when their hands met, his closing around hers on the glass, trapping it there, his smile growing, her temperature rising.

"Thank you," he said, finally sliding his hand up a little on the glass so she could remove it and she liked the way he looked at her when he did.

"You're welcome Namjoon-ssi," she said, letting him know she knew who he was. That helped. She'd probably understand the need for things being low key if anything happened and everything in him was wanting that to be the case.

And then he spilled his drink.

Anyone who knew him would think it was an accident so he was going to cash in on that but this was very intentional although he wasn't exactly sure what would happen but he had a feeling it would work in his favour.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he said, reaching around as if for a cloth. The others rolled their eyes and laughed at him, Yoongi was quietly assessing the whole thing and raised his glass towards Namjoon. Well played.

Reaching for a cloth that had been covering food earlier, Sasha looked to where the iced tea had spilled on his dark jeans, wet patch spreading, looked to his eyes, held them for a moment and then spoke. "Let me help you get that." Her hand came with the cloth, dabbing a few times and his came to join her, a mixture of rummaging and dabbing and attempts to soak it up in the cloth. The members looked on with undisguised amusement, sipping their drinks at the spectacle. This was brilliant.

"Hmmmmm, it's not really getting much of the liquid and that must be uncomfortable. We have a dryer, if you would like to come with me, I can show you where that is."

Namjoon was on his feet before she'd finished her sentence, nodding his thanks as she excused herself from the group, explaining she'd be back shortly to see if they needed anything else.

"Oh, take your time," Jin smirked and the others nodded. This was better than a Kdrama; the determined look on Namjoon's face, spill strategically high on his leg for maximum impact. If the both of them were back in less than 30 minutes, they'd all be very disappointed.

"This way Namjoon-ssi," Sasha said, walking in front as he took in the sway of her hips, biting his cheek as he kept his eyes at that level. Why not? It was filling his vision and it was a sight he was very much enjoying.

"Sorry about this," he said, making a little conversation as they walked into what seemed like a staff dressing room. He pretended he didn't notice when she locked the door behind them, looking around as she opened a cupboard and pulled out a hair dryer.

"Would you like to do it or...," she asked, voice trialling away.

"I'm not sure if you've noticed but I'm a little clumsy. If I tried, I'd probably burn myself and it's in an awkward place."

"Hmmmm, it is," she said, crouching in front of him as she plugged it in. His breath held for a moment as she was almost on her knees and he wasn't complaining. He was just hoping this would go the way he wanted it to. Turning on the hair dryer to low, she focused on waving it in the direction of the damp, checking it was OK to rest her hand on his leg as she did so she didn't lose her balance.

"Of course," he said, contemplating telling her she could put any part of herself on any part of himself but wanting this to play out a little more naturally than that.

She was too close to his length, everything too warm in the small room and now the problem of his pants being a little wet was morphing into the much bigger problem of his pants being too tight across his crotch. An unavoidable thing to notice when you were as close to it as Sasha was. She waved the hair dryer half heartedly in the general direction of where the drink had spilled, eyes now flicking from his upper thighs, to the abs hidden under his shirt, to the eyes that were watching every move she made. So he couldn't help but notice the tiny movement as her tongue came out briefly to lick at the corner of her lips, almost like she was gathering excess saliva into her mouth. All of that just heightened the situation in his boxers, length now pulsing instead of just growing. So he threw what caution he had left to the wind.

"I want you to help me out with my problem if you will," he asked, moving his hand to lift her jaw, eyes locking as he did.

"OK," she answered, knowing exactly what she wanted to do to help him.

"Not with this," he said indicating the hair dryer and his damp thigh.

"I know," she replied, raising an eyebrow as she switched the hair dryer off, putting it onto the counter.

"I think there might be a language break down, you don't know what I'm asking right now."

"Namjoon-ssi, I think I do," Sasha says, taking a step closer into his space, "and maybe it's time I introduced myself properly. "Jeoneun Sasha yeyo. mannaseo bangawoyo."

"Oh, right you speak Korean, of course you do," he said, mouth dropping open a little as his memory played out everything he'd said about her and to her in the last half hour. "I'm sorry, I've been inappropriate when speaking about you," and he bowed at his waist.

But when he stood up it was to see her step even closer and into his space completely. Strange that he was so big but when she was close to him, it was her that seemed to fill every inch of the remaining molecules around him."Yes I do speak Korean and I understood exactly what you were asking. This isn't the wetness you need help with, is it," she asked, resting her hand on the patch of pants she'd been drying earlier, smiling as he nodded, eyes fixed without moving.

"Don't think I go around fucking people in airports as we travel. It's just been a while and you're fucking sexy in that outfit. And I have no doubt out of that outfit too." He'd stepped so their chest were touching now and hers was steadier than she thought it would be if she'd ever allowed herself to think about a scenario like this, heart beating quickly but breathing not erratic. It was harder to see him when he was standing this close but the fact his hand had now risen to touch her top, sliding her blazer off her shoulders, balanced out all of that.

"Oh is that what you think is going to happen," she asked and his hand instantly stilled.

"Shit, am I reading this wrong? You seemed like you wanted to, ah, maybe I was wrong?" His cheeks flushed a little and his eyes flashed with worry.

"No, no, sorry, I was teasing. Maybe there is a little language break down after all. Namjoon-ssi, carry on exactly as you were doing."

"It's OK? You want this?" He needed to hear Sasha's consent, to know he had the green light.

"Yes, I want this," and she slid her hand from his thigh, up, up, stopping as she cupped his hardened length. He hissed into the air between them, his cock giving her the green light too.

Pulling away and standing up, she leaned down to take off her heels. "I heard you earlier, maybe you'd rather do this yourself?"

"Oh, I am enjoying watching you do it just fine thank you," he replied, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. She felt self conscious under his gaze but her arousal had started ages ago, the moment he had joined the others if she was honest and it was pooling at the top of her thighs in a way it needed relieving and soon. "Leave the rest on though," he said, "that I want to have some control over."

It was the way he said it that had her sliding onto his lap sooner rather than later, skirt hiking up to aid her in getting close to him, his hand coming to help her settle there before it ran down her side, over her hip, playing with the hem of the skirt, watching her intently as he did.

"Doors locked," she said as his lips came to her throat. "I've shut out the real world for a while." She wanted him to feel free to let go.

"Good," he murmured into her skin.

"I don't want you to miss your flight," she said, running her hands along his arms, covered by his top but solid under her fingers.

"Is that your way of saying we should be quick? I don't want you to get fired either."

"Others can cover for me, I'm owed a favour or two." Sasha said as he reached to unclip the hat from her head, fumbling with the clips as he did. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, spilling down her back and he was surprised at how long it was, entranced by the colour of it, tousled as he tried to make it go flat by smoothing it down. It was cute, endearing even.

And then not as his hand came back to her leg again, straying under her skirt. "Oh, nice," Namjoon said, feeling the stockings stopped mid thigh. "I can get my hand just where I want it," and his fingers slid up, touching the fabric of her underwear, surprised but also not that they were lace. "Are these company regulation panties," he asked, slipping his fingers inside them, damp and warm from her arousal and he wanted to bury himself in her heat, his fingers, his tongue, his cock, all of it.

"I wear them because I like feeling just a little bit sexy while I'm working."

"How many other men get to fuck you at work," Namjoon asked, cupping her heat as his fingers moved across the wet of her slick.

"None, I've not done this before at work," Sasha gasped out as he found just the right spot.

"Good," he answered, wanting this moment for himself. "Now, we're going do this fast because I'm ready and I definitely don't want to be interrupted before I make us both come. You good with that?"

"Yeah, I'm more than good with that," Sasha said, grinding down on his fingers, knowing he didn't have to worry about it being fast. She was about as turned on as she'd ever been.

"OK then love, hold on tight," he said and she clutched around his neck as he lifted the both of them up, balancing on one hand then the other as he scooted his pants and boxers down his thighs to sit just above his knees. Sasha glanced down, all but salivating at the sight of his cock, thick and stretched red, a droplet glistening at the slit. She reached her hands down, running them over his length, spreading the wetness so the glide was smooth as his head rolled back slightly, clinching his eyes shut and tightening his jaw. Then he reached his hand back to her panties, tugging them so they ripped, fabric falling apart around his hand. "I break things all the time but these are honestly the best thing I've ever broken," he said, tongue coming out to lick his lip as she dropped her hands away, feeling his tip settling near the centre of her body. "Condom," he asked and she nodded, pointing at a small drawer next to him. Clearly this room had seen action before although he wasn't to know it hadn't been because of Sasha. Ripping it open with his teeth and rolling it down onto himself, he was swollen and heavy with need.

"Don't wait, like you said, we don't want to be-," and her words were interrupted by the breaching of her entrance as he pushed into her, pulling her hips down so that when he filled her completely up and she gasped against the stretch, that she couldn't move away from his touch as he held her in place.

"Fuck," he said, the tightness of her walls confining his length, trapping it inside her and he lurched forward, kissing her for the first time as his arm came behind her back to hold her against himself. His mouth was wet and their kisses were a little erratic as she rose up, dropping her body down, adjusting to the slight burn as the slide became easier and he pushed up into her, feeling everything building as he sped up towards his release. "Fuck," he said again as she reached between them, finger on her clit as she stroked herself on the outside and he stroked her on the inside. Lost in the sensations flooding her body with endorphins, she felt his hand over top of hers, lightly pushing away so he could be the one to send her over the edge, circling with just the right pressure, in time with his thrusts.

"So close," he grunted, leaning to rest his forehead against hers. It was all feelings and wetness and then she moved her head slightly, hands on his shoulders as she delicately kissed him before licking the roof of his mouth. It was so light, the complete opposite of everything going on with the rest of their bodies, that the mixture sent him over the abyss.

"Coming," he managed and she gasped out a response.

"Yes," which he recognised in the telltale signs of her tightness gripping him even more as she threw her head back and moaned, her own orgasm overtaking her body. His finger was still against her as his took hold, rippling to all parts of his body until, shuddering he finally stilled, panting against her mouth.

Sasha's eyes were closed still, neck exposed as her head fell back, the wave still receding from her release. "You''re fuckin' sexy," Namjoon said as he kissed her neck, still inside her. "Are you OK?"

Her eyes popped open and she grinned at him. "Ah, yeah, more than a little OK after that."

He grinned back, dimples appearing, the smile spreading across his face. "This is the best airport stopover I've ever had. I must say, as a company representative, you deserve to win Employee of the Year."

She laughed and the motion caused him to slip out of her, reaching to hold the condom as he rolled it off himself. Sasha went to move off his lap as he tossed it in the bin but he held her firmly in place.

"I don't do things like this," he said, holding her lightly so she could move if she wanted but so she'd know he wanted her to stay there. The weight of her naked warmth against him was something he hadn't realised he'd been missing.

"I don't either but you don't owe me an explanation. I know who you are and what this was. That was an informed decision I just made."

"I might've knocked the glass over on purpose," he said as his hands ran up and down her spine. Their tops had stayed on and he was aware his fingers probably still contained traces of being inside her but neither of them seemed inclined to move.

"I might've known that," she answered. "But, as much as I could stay here all day and do that again, I am still on duty."

"You are helping out a clumsy passenger," he answered, even as she slid back and off his lap, smoothing her skirt into place. Her underwear was lying on the ground, torn to the point where she definitely couldn't wear them, knowing she'd have to go bare for the rest of her shift. An all day reminder of what they'd done, as if she'd forget. Ever.

"I hope I served you well Namjoon-ssi."

"First class service," he replied, standing up and pulling his boxers and pants back into place. "I'll head back out there and please excuse the other members if they make jokes. None of them are stupid and while I've never done this at an airport before, I can't guarantee some of the others haven't been in similar situations and know exactly what we've been up to."

"I can handle myself, don't worry. Sir," she added on the end and he chuckled.

"Careful, that will only get me going again," and he leaned in, kissing her deeply, lips locked and coated with each others wetness as they slid together. "See you out in the real world Sasha," and he checked his appearance in the mirror before heading out the door, closing it behind himself.

Sasha collapsed back in the chair before reaching into a drawer for some wipes to clean herself. She might not mind the feeling he'd left on her body but she didn't want anyone else to smell the arousal they'd had for each other and she felt like it was etched on her skin. 'A shame,' she thought as she wiped up the evidence. 'I wouldn't mind the reminder when I got home tonight and showered.' Her skirt was askew and she straightened it, tying her hair back up and clipping the hat back into place, heels strapped back on, collecting her own underwear from the floor. The mirror showed a glow to her skin, lips definitely swollen from the way they'd kissed and she tidied where her lip gloss had smeared, mostly gone now. Of course anyone who had the slightest inkling of what they'd been doing would have it confirmed by her appearance but she'd wear it like a trophy because it had happened and she had no regrets. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and headed back out into the waiting room.

Other attendants flitted around and Emma glanced her way, doing a double take at how less than perfect Sasha looked before following where she was walking towards, eyes growing large when she put two and two together before a grin appeared on her face. That would be a fun conversation later when they headed back to their shared apartment and talked about their day. That would not be the normal run of the mill conversation. But she focused on walking back to the group, a few turning to her direction as she approached before looking back at Namjoon with a grin. He was doing nothing about hiding the look on his face, watching her very intently as she arrived back.

"Thank you Sasha. It took a bit longer than expected to solve Namjoon's little problem but there seems to have been a satisfactory outcome," Jin said, crossing his legs at the ankles as they stretched out in front of himself.

"Hopefully it was a satisfactory outcome," she answered, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Why? Couldn't you tell," Hobi asked, grinning to himself, earning an eye roll from their leader.

"Are you quite finished," she asked, voice mellow as she didn't actually mind the teasing. She knew they weren't going to report her for misconduct on the job.

"Yes and hopefully you both did too," Jimin said, looking at the two of them before dissolving into laughter at their expense.

Sasha allowed the banter to continue before putting her professional hat back on, even as she glanced at Namjoon a few times, looking a lot less stressed than when he'd sat down not that long ago.

Taking a breath, she fought to bring it back to the job at hand.

"Gentlemen, can I get you anything to eat," she asked, cocking an eyebrow at them as several voices started talking at once, silencing Namjoon with a raised finger as he went to say something she definitely knew was going to be inappropriate.