I raced down the road, "Fuck. I'm late." -- I watched the GPS as your little blip moved inside the airport. Your flight was boarding soon and I overslept. I had been up all night watching the cameras that I had placed in your room, I loved watching you as you went through your routine. Taking off your makeup, checking your body out in the mirror, how you curled up with a book.. but somebody was texting you. I'll have to address that momentarily, but right now I needed to get to the airport.
I squealed my tires into a parking space and slammed it in park. This was uncharacteristic of me, being so flustered, late, out of sorts. This wasn't like me, to be so obsessed but I couldn't help myself. The moment I saw you I knew I needed to have you, I love that you are trying to fly away.. mice don't have wings, where do you think you're going?
The airport is a buzz of businessmen and women going about their hurried lives, they don't know how important it is that I get to your plane, I'm sure they'd get the fuck out of my way if they knew. I round the corner to the last terminal, 18, perfect.. it just started boarding. I hang back for a moment and allow everyone else -- including you -- to board before walking up to the gate person.
"Air marshal" -- I flash him my badge and walk past him towards the entrance. As I look down the little tunnel leading to the plane, I can see your blonde hair bobbing in the distance as you tug your luggage along with you. Luggage that seemed too big for such a short trip. As everyone filtered on, I took my place at the front of the plane just behind the curtain -- waiting until the announcements were completed before beginning my first pass of the plane.
I made sure to book the seat next to you -- as I walked down the aisle, I purposefully didn't look at you until the very last moment before I sat down. When my eyes met yours, it was apparent you had been staring at me the entire time in disbelief and fear. I took my seat next to you, your perfume always so sweet, it filled my lungs.
"What are you doing here?" -- I heard you squeak out meekly.
"I'm here to protect you." -- I said in a low voice, leaning in so close you could feel the heat from my breath. Were those goosebumps I saw?
"You are the only thing I need protection from." -- I could tell you were trying to sound confident but there was a definite quaver in your voice, as though you knew better than to challenge me.
"We'll see..." -- I gave you a small grin -- my eyes squinted slightly and I scanned your body. I enjoyed seeing how your body squirmed underneath the heat of my gaze, as though you could feel my hands running themselves over your body -- touching your neck, tracing the contours of your breasts, down along the sides of your hips and between your delicious legs. I licked my lips.
"Stop looking at me like that, it's gross." -- you attempted to cover yourself up, you were wearing a cute floral patterned skirt that showed off the tops of your knees and you had pulled a jacket over yourself to cover them. Stupid girl... that will only serve to make things worse for you.
After the stewardess had made the announcements for safety, emergency exits and electronic devices -- the plane winded up and began moving down the tarmac. My hand moved onto your thigh.