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Lukas huffed and the look of horror on his face was comical. I wasn't sure if he was disgusted at the memory of walking in on us or the idea of me making him translate Stefan's dirty talk. Either way, it was enjoyable to watch him squirm.
"Well played, Josephine. " Stefan nodded in approval, his mind voice filled with humor.
"I'll do it too. I'll make him translate just because I can and it'll drive him crazy. "
Stefan snorted and rose from the chair to stand beside of me, taking the CD's from my hands and flipping them over to read the back. He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lukas, who had suddenly had developed an interest in searching for lint on his shirt.
"You're doing that mind thing again, aren't you? It's so unfair that you two can talk to each other and no one else knows what's going on. " Lukas pursed his lips and pouted. "I'm off, lovebirds. Have fun flying commercial!"
Lukas flounced out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him. Eternity was going to be a long time with his spoiled behavior.
Pulling myself out of my musings, I tried to concentrate on the droning voice on the CD. If Stefan was doing the narration it would make for a more interesting experience. I kept finding my thoughts drifting to memories of Stefan talking to me in Swedish while we made love and I found myself shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
"Where did you go, Josephine?" Stefan's mind voice pulled me out of my fantasies.
Shaking my head, I smiled at him, pulled the ear buds from my ears and leaned in to kiss him softly on the tip of his nose. "I was remembering the look of disgust on Lukas' face when I told him he could translate your sexy talk for me. "
Stefan chuckled, his laughter shaking both of our seats. He took my hand and traced the veins in my hands with his fingertips and he raised his eyes to look at me. They were darker than usual, the pupils dilated. I knew that look. I had a highly aroused Stefan on a long flight that was filled with passengers that seemed to take an interest in everything we were doing, thanks to Stefan and his inhuman good looks and grace.
"I am happy you wore that skirt. It makes your legs look extremely sexy," Stefan murmure
d softly as his fingers drifted up from my hands to dance across my arm.
Putting my lips next to his ear, I let my lips tickle his ear as I spoke. "You didn't give me much choice in the matter if I remember correctly. You had it picked out for me. "
"Ah, you are right. I figured it would be freeing since we would be sitting for so long. We can always get a blanket later if you get cold. " Stefan waggled his eyebrows and his hand finally made it to caress the side of my face, his fingers winding in my long hair. He pulled my face to his and his lips met mine. When he slid his tongue into my mouth, I knew we'd be getting the blanket sooner than later. His free hand pushed the armrest between our seats and he scooted closer, his arousal becoming more and more apparent by the longing of his kiss.
Reluctantly pulling my lips away, I cleared my throat to get his attention. His jaw was clenched and his handsome face was serious.
"This is not finished," he warned as his hand moved across the front of his jeans, adjusting himself. I could see the outline of his hard cock pressing against the denim and took pity on him. That had to be uncomfortable.
"I know. Patience, sweetheart. " I rubbed his leg in consolation, attempting to innocently brush my hand against his bulging erection. He grabbed my hand in a blur, pressing it against him.
"See what you do to me. This is for you. " Stefan's voice came out in a sexy hiss.
A flight attendant happened to walk by and I pulled my hand from his to motion for her.
"Yes?" She glanced at me and then her eyes moved to roam over Stefan. She was an attractive blond with heavy makeup and thick perfume, well past her prime but attempting to hold on to her waning sex appeal. She leaned over to appear like she was being attentive to me, yet it was apparent she was only doing it to stick her breasts in his face. I didn't have to lower my shields to read her emotions. They were as obvious as her pathetic attempts to appear seductive. She wanted him.
Sighing heavily, I gritted my teeth and tried to smile sweetly as I glanced at her name tag. If Stefan could have his moment of jealousy, I could too. "Mary, I'm feeling cold. Is it possible to get a blanket?"
"Sure. What about you, dear? Are you cold too?" Mary focused on Stefan, placing her hand on his arm. He looked at her hand and then glanced up at her face, his blue eyes losing that sparkle I loved so much. He looked at her with indifference and simply cocked his eyebrow.
The flight attendant blushed and jerked her hand away, rushing off to get my blanket. Upon her return, she almost threw it at me in her embarrassment and haste to get away.
Stefan sighed heavily and rested his head against the back of the seat as I arranged the blanket over both of us, saying nothing. I could feel anger simmering under the surface of my outwardly cool demeanor. Would I ever get used to women falling all over themselves for his attention? It only took me a minute of deliberation. I'd probably never get used to it.
"I hate that she did that. You know I have no desire for that kind of attention. "
I nodded and placed my head against his shoulder. "I know. You're beautiful, Stefan. Every woman wants you. " One of my hands crept underneath the blanket, across his lap to lightly stroke the front of his pants.
"I could care less about anyone else, vackra. I only want you," he exhaled softly. His head turned so we were face to face, our lips meeting in a chaste kiss. My fingers inched down the zipper and moved to thumb open his jeans. He tilted his hips so his jeans fell open and his cock slipped into my palm. We both groaned in unison at the sensation of his velvety hardness in my hand, his impressive length throbbing in expectation of what was to come.
It only took a few strokes until he'd reached his limit, wanting more than just my hands on him.
"Wait two minutes and meet me in the bathroom," Stefan said, jerking his head towards the front of the plane. He managed to zip his pants up underneath the blanket and stood up, his wide shoulders disappearing down the aisle into the bathroom.
It was the longest two minutes of my life. My heart was racing and I jiggled my leg nervously as I kept glancing at my watch. When the allotted time had passed, I placed the blanket on the seat and tried to casually walk to the bathroom. I had put my hand up to knock when it cracked open, his large hand blurring out and yanking me inside, locking the door behind us.
