Author's note:
this is the fifth and final part of a trilogy, unless Eoin Colfer writes a sixth part after I die. In my view, every part is better than the one that comes before it, and the last two are much better than the previous three, so you can and should
start here
.
Returning readers may notice that the character names have changed. I have edited the early editions of the series, and chose less-generic names.
I am the legal copyright holder, and grant a non-exclusive Creative Commons Share-Alike license to anyone to do with this as they wish, as long as they allow their work to be used in the same way.
Resemblances to real people and places are coincidental, especially in Fiji.
All constructive feedback welcomed and encouraged.
THE STORY SO FAR
In their late twenties, former university friends Tim Bradshaw and Ella Pucovski realise they are both single and attracted to each other at the same time. Tim introduces Ella to BDSM, and Ella finds she really enjoys being submissive and masochistic.
Tim shares Ella with an old flame, Nina, a high-flying investment banker and dominatrix. Shortly after they get engaged, Tim and Ella spend a week at Nina's apartment in Prague, where Ella is arrested while engaging in her newfound fetish for exhibitionism. Tim is fleeced by a cop for a fine which drains his bank account, forcing them to rethink their dream honeymoon. However, Nina steps in and offers to pay for a honeymoon in Fiji--if they produce amateur pornography for her while they are out there. This fulfils Ella's exhibitionist fetish without crossing Tim's boundaries.
"End"
"Kill me. Kill me now. We should have gone to Bath."
Ella sighed. She did feel sorry for Tim, but he could have done with being a little more appreciative. They were flying from Dubai to Singapore with Singapore Airlines for the next stage of their honeymoon. Given his moaning, you'd have thought Tim was hunched over a sickbag in economy, sat between two morbidly obese people with crying babies and body odour.
They were as far away from that as it was possible to be, while still on an aeroplane. Singapore Airlines had cabins with beds for first-class travellers. Nina--thank God for that wonderful woman--had booked them adjoining suites, and so Tim was sprawled out on a double bed while Ella sat reading in a luxurious swivel chair. They were wearing loose-fitting cotton clothes that were suitable for both Dubai and Singapore. The shutters on their windows were down, but it was dark outside, and Ella was having to stifle her yawns.
"You're being dramatic," Ella said teasingly. Tim had needed both their sick bags on their flight from Istanbul to Dubai, and then spent their entire two-day stopover in bed recovering, unable to keep any food down. This flight, on the other hand, offered a level of wide-eyed luxury that she hadn't even known existed until they got on the plane. Admittedly, despite their pampered surroundings, there was still some of the inevitable unpleasantness associated with flying: low air pressure, oxygen deprivation, low humidity. Ella would rather be staying in a three-star hotel, but she could tolerate the journey in the knowledge that they would arrive somewhere special.
"I promise you, this will all be worth it," Ella said. "We're going to see Singapore, and Sydney, and then have two weeks of fun in Fiji."
"What does Fiji have that Bournemouth doesn't?" Tim said, placing the back of his hand on his brow as if he were about to swoon. Ella laughed. She realised, then, that Tim was playing a caricature of himself, self-deprecating for his own amusement.
"Seriously, are you OK? Do you need anything from the stewardess?"
"I do feel a bit shit, but being able to lie down really helps." Tim said, rolling onto his back and stretching out his limbs. "Everyone should be able to fly like this. Economics be damned."
"Climate be damned."
"Yeah. Feel a bit conflicted, flying to a low-lying island nation on the other side of the world."
Ella slipped the bookmark into her book and closed it. She got up from her chair and strutted over to the bed. "Surely there's something I can do to take
my husband's
mind off his troubles?"
Tim smiled nervously, glancing at the door to their room. "The cabin isn't soundproof, remember?" The cabin crew had stressed that they couldn't have sex on the flight. Too many issues with people trying to join the Mile High Club. But Ella's eyes went to Tim's crotch, and the words coming from his mouth didn't match his swelling cock.
"Well, do your best to stay quiet," Ella said. She clambered on the bed and lifted Tim's t-shirt slightly, kissing his hairy, toned stomach as her hands unbuttoned his shorts. She pulled his shorts down, and he wiggled slightly beneath her to help her get them off. Ella lowered the elastic waistband of his boxers, freeing his engorged cock. She glanced up at Tim and smiled.
"Ready?"
"Oh fuck yes."
Ella licked the head of his cock, which protruded out from his foreskin, and tasted his salty precum. She ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, lapping gently along his dick. Then she took his tip into her mouth, sucking hard. With her left hand working the base of his cock, she bobbed her head up and down, gradually taking more and more of him into her mouth and swirling her tongue, maximising the surface area contact.
Tim had to suppress a moan of pleasure. He screwed up his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure. Ella was an expert cocksucker, and her technique happened to stimulate the most sensitive parts of his cock. He knew she was trying to make him respond audibly, and he would usually have done so, but he didn't enjoy the thrill of the risk of being caught in the same way she did. He caressed her scalp lovingly. "You're...
so good,
" he said, trying to keep his voice to a normal level.
"Mm-hmm," Ella said, maintaining suction. Her humming sent a wave of vibration through his cock. Maybe it was the oxygen deprivation, or that he hadn't orgasmed since their last night on the Orient Express three days ago, but he was rapidly approaching release.
"I'm close."
Ella didn't let up, continuing to suck and lick him. She had his entire length in her mouth now, her hands massaging his stomach--Tim really enjoyed deep pressure. With a suppressed noise somewhere between a moan and a whine, Tim blew inside her mouth, coating the back of her throat with his thick, salty ejaculate. Ella swallowed his load and clambered on top of him, kissing him deeply on the mouth, then rolled off him, lying next to him on the bed.
Tim propped himself up on his elbow. "I think I should return the favour," he said with a pained expression, lacking his usual enthusiasm for cunnilingus.
"Don't take this the wrong way," said Ella, observing his clammy disposition, "but I don't want your head between my legs right now. You can repay me when we're in Singapore. Let's go to sleep."
"Thanks," said Tim. He was exhausted and had a headache, dry mouth, and sinus pain. He pressed the call button for the flight attendant, who brought them each a fresh bottle of water, and they settled down to sleep, spooning.
Despite his discomfort, Tim smiled to himself. He was filled with a deep sense of gratitude--and felt the need to tell his new wife.
"Em?" he said.
"Mmhmm?"
"I want you to know... I really, endlessly love you. If when we landed in Singapore, you told me you wanted to become a nun, or you disappeared and only left a note, or you slipped a knife between my ribs... there's nothing you could do to make me stop loving you. I'm so, so glad you love me back, but my love for you is unconditional and immutable. I don't think there's anything you could ever do that would make me love you less."
Ella felt herself glow with love as his words sunk in. She didn't know what to say, so she rolled over and simply kissed his nose. She ran her hand down his side, squeezing his firm
latissimus dorsi.
"Are you sure I can't tempt you for a quick fuck?"
Tim blew on her face. She flicked his nose in response. "Goodnight. Don't let the bedbugs bite."
They were awoken by an announcement that the seatbelt sign had been turned on as they started their descent. Tim's head still throbbed, and Ella was now slightly groggy. They'd only had six hours of sleep, and it was 9AM in Singapore. They heaved themselves out of bed and strapped into their respective chairs.
Tim didn't need his sick bag, although he did have some sinus problems as they came in to land, grimacing with earache.
Singapore was hot, over 30 degrees Celsius, and it felt even hotter due to the high humidity. Fortunately the airport had climate control. It was the strangest airport Ella had ever been in, with very little resemblance to the bland terminals of European airports, Her only real point of comparison was the Eden Project, a giant tropical greenhouse in Cornwall. The airport was crammed full of tropical plants across four floors, and even an artificial waterfall. It was surreal, magical even.
They descended a long escalator to get on the MRT. It was possible to ride the East-West line all the way from the airport to City Hall without needing to go outside. They were travelling outside peak commuting hours, so the metro was not too hot and busy. Ella enjoyed listening to the announcements. The friendly reminders not to lean on the doors and to mind the gap started in English, before being repeated in Mandarin, and sometimes then in Malay and Tamil. They changed onto the North-South line and rode another couple of stops, before coming out a short walk from their hotel.
