Fantasy Island

"Ma'am? Ma'am?"

Lauren opened her eyes, rubbing them with the back of her hand, woken up by someone shaking her. She yawned and blinked a few times, looking towards a stewardess standing next to her in the aisle. Lauren readjusted herself in her seat, "Yes? Is something wrong?"

The stewardess shook her head, "No, nothing's wrong. We'll be landing soon though; your tray needs to be up, and you should be buckled in."

Lauren nodded as she stretched a little bit and found the ends of her buckle, clicking them together across her lap before she lifted the tray up and locked it back into position.

"You ready?" a young man asked, sitting in the seat across the aisle from Lauren.

"Yeah," She confirmed with a grin, "I'm meeting my husband at the airport."

The young man smiled, "Good for you! This is my first visit, what about you?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm finally moving in! It took a while to get all three visits finished though," she replied, glancing up as the pilot began to talk over the intercom system.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we've begun our final descent and will be landing soon. Thank you for flying with Brightforce, and we look forward to flying with you again. The current temperature is 67 degrees Fahrenheit and slightly cloudy with a chance of rain. You can..." Lauren tuned the rest of the speech out, having heard it too many times before. She pulled her headphones from her phone and put them back into her backpack that was between her feet.

The young man was fidgeting in his seat, causing Lauren to watch him for almost a minute before she spoke up.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous." He looked over at her with a sheepish smile.

"Oh um, yeah. I'll be fine. This is just my first time flying, that's all." Lauren nodded, understanding.

"It's not that bad. Landing is a little shaky but don't let it worry you, we'll be at the airport in a few minutes."

He took in a deep breath with a nod, seeming to be doing a breathing exercise as he messed with a small toy in his hands.

"You're a... what do they call it... you're a Little, aren't you?" Lauren asked, trying to start a friendly conversation. 'It might even get his mind on something else other than landing.' She thought.

He nodded, his cheeks bright red, "I-I am. How could you tell?" He asked, his hands having fallen still. Lauren nodded to the toy in his hands and then motioned to his dark blue backpack, a childish dinosaur pattern covering it.

"Kind of easy," she admitted with a grin. "I'm Lauren, by the way. What's your name?"

The young man seemed to become shy suddenly, "My name's Alex." He responded, not offering anything else to keep the conversation going.

Lauren nodded, "Are you meeting someone here, Alex?" He glanced at her but seemed to focus on the toy in his hands again, "I um, I am. My Mommy's here." He said quietly, but there was a growing smile on his face that Lauren could easily see.

"Oh, that's wonderful! I bet you missed her. She's got to be so excited that you're coming." Lauren said, grinning. She'd only read about Little's online but had promised herself that, upon moving to the island, she'd be more open with herself and others. It was easier talking to someone that seemed more her age than it was with Kristyn earlier.

Alex perked up as the plane began it's landing, clutching his toy tightly against him, squeezing his eyes shut. Though he physically looked to be in his early twenties, his behavior seemed so childish to Lauren. But, then again, that was what the description for a Little was, wasn't it? Or what Lauren was able to pull from memory, anyway. In a matter of seconds, the rough shaking from the landing was over, and they were slowly pulling into their gate.

"Is it over?" Alex asked almost so quietly Lauren didn't catch it. She nodded, "Yes, it's over! We're actually pulling into the gate." She said with a smile. Alex seemed to physically loosen up, having been so tense for the landing. He pulled his backpack up from between his feet, placing the toy into a pocket.

"I'll see Mommy soon!" He declared with a wide grin.

"Yup, you will!" Lauren agreed, "Just listen close to the rules and..." she trailed off, recalling Kristyn having almost lectured her about the rules hours earlier. 'I'm a hypocrite.' She thought with a frown. "Just have fun." She said as she quietly made sure her bag was ready to go.

After a few minutes, the door was opened and people, both staff and fliers alike, began to file off the aircraft. Lauren wondered for a moment why the staff were allowed off but figured they must need to stretch their legs like anyone would after a long flight. She was only then curious where exactly they were going to be permitted, given visiting or living on the island was by invitation only.

The answer was soon clear when she emerged from the tunnel-like hallway, noticing all the staff were greeted by someone.

"So, they were all... specially picked to staff the plane?" She murmured, curious. Her thoughts were quickly pulled from the staff as hands wrapped around her waist from behind, her backpack pressing against her. Lauren jumped, emitting a high squeak in surprise.

There was a low chuckle, "Hello there Kitten." Lauren tried to look back but pulled away so she could turn around, a smile lighting up her face as her eyes set on Levi.

"Master!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck.

"It's good to finally have you home, Kitten." Lauren grinned, nodding in agreement. She paused, looking around.

Her husband tilted his head curiously, "Are you looking for something?" She nodded, "A young man, his name is Alex. I was-"

"Alex, the Little that's visiting his Caregiver Rachel. They'll be over for dinner tonight."

Lauren blinked a few times, confused. "He's coming over for... dinner? But why?"

Levi raised an eyebrow, "Is there a problem?"

His tone made clear that she shouldn't have any, but Lauren couldn't resist, despite knowing the punishment that would await her once they got home.

"I just wanted the night with you, that's all." She admitted, her voice taking on a slightly whiny tone to it as she looked down. Levi reached out, grabbing Lauren's chin as he tilted her head up, making her look at him.

"It's for an hour or two, tops Kitten. There's nothing to worry about. We'll have the rest of the night alone, I promise."

Lauren frowned only for a second under the glare of Levi before she was all smiles again.

"Okay. But only because you promised." She said with a grin. Levi rolled his eyes, "C'mon. The car is waiting out front. Let's get home so you can shower and get ready for dinner. We're having it early since you both will likely experience jetlag." Lauren didn't argue, feeling Levi's hand at the small of her back, leading her out of the airport.

When they got to the car, Lauren stopped, suddenly realizing they'd forgotten to pick up her other bag. Levi waved the issue off, "Don't worry about it. It's delivered ahead of time. They've changed things a little since you last visited." Lauren found herself speechless.

"Delivered? But... ok. Never mind." She said with a shake of her head as Levi opened the passenger side door for her. In no time at all, they were on the road. Lauren rolled the windows down, enjoying the breeze and winding roads that led to their house.