A/N: If you aren't into kink stories, just go ahead and shut this tab or back out of my story, please. This isn't for pure smut or anything, there is more to this story than kink, but it is a key part. Otherwise, enjoy and let me know what you think! Thank you!
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Lauren looked around the terminal, noticing there was less than a handful of people waiting on the flight she was soon to catch. The plane had pulled in almost as soon as she had managed to find the terminal. Her pink and black backpack was packed to the point that Lauren feared the zipper might bust, but she didn't let it bother her. She was just hours away from seeing her husband and finally moving in with him after almost three years of holding down a long-distance relationship.
"You headed to the island too?"
Lauren looked over her shoulder at a person sitting directly behind her. She nodded but realized they might not notice, so she gave a simple, "Yes." in response. The person chuckled, and Lauren turned in her seat to get a better view of the person. It was a woman, maybe a few years older than Lauren herself.
"Is something funny about that?" Lauren demanded, somewhat irritated by the woman's reaction. The woman shook her head quickly, clearing her throat.
"No dear, nothing funny at all. I'm sure you've noticed just as well as I have that there aren't many people waiting on our flight. It's amusing to find someone else that's going there as well, that's all. You must be new," she said as she turned around in her seat, facing Lauren as she held out a hand, "I'm Kristyn. Nice to meet you."
Lauren hesitated in taking the woman's hand, but in the end, they shook hands, Lauren introducing herself but then was at a loss for words. She hadn't planned on discussing her trip at all with anyone.
