Why Should I Have to Fix Things I Didn't Create or Contrive?

Author's Note:  Haha do I still got fans?  ;)  Sorry for the unbearably long delay, there's been some issues in the war at home, enjoy!.

Heroin:Chapter:47

“The captain has turned on the fasten seatbelts sign, please return to your seats for landing.”  The drone like voice of a flight attendant called sleepily over the intercom on the Boeing 747 that  soared drowsily through the black night sky above Buffalo, New York.

Turbulence had resulted in a new hole in the sleeve of my sweatshirt, and a dramatic flattening of my molars.  My lip was slowly exuding blood onto my tongue, filling one of my five senses with that warm metallic taste that normally would cause panic.

My eyes glared sharply at the lightly sleeping man beside me, his features soft as his chest rose and fell with slumber.  I looked over onto his lap to ensure his belt was buckled, frowning as I found it tightly and securely bound about his hips.  I wouldn’t have hesitated to buckle it for him, and then punch him in the groin from such an easy access point.  I slipped, the plane banked mighty fierce.

Jealous?  Me?  Not at all.  I’m perfectly content with having panic attacks alone on red-eye flights while the man beside me sleeps peacefully.  That, and being fully awake and bored for 6 hours, I was a bit snappy.

Luckily, his seat was reclined.  Pressing the button on his arm rest with considerable force, the seat rose inches foreword, just enough movement to rouse him from slumber.  Not as direct as a fist to his pelvic, but in my jaded, angered state, waking him was enough for me.  He shifted lightly, pressing his head back into the sterile white airline pillow drowsily. 

The plane banked and my knuckles were white against the firm arm rests.  I glared at him again, as he seemingly fell back asleep.  He was used to this, constantly traveling.  I on the other hand, never slept, and had the attention span of an intoxicated rat when contained. 

I shoved my thumbs through the new holes in my sweatshirt and resorted to gritting my teeth through the landing.  As the plane banked once more, I was tempted to wake him up and claw to him through my anxiety.  No, I was much too terrified, and a bit peeved to do that.

I should have refused the flight attendant by the 5th time she  delivered the caffeinated beverage of my choice for that round.  The drink constantly changed, from coffee, to coke, having something to drink kept me occupied for about 2 minutes 47 seconds.

And then it was back to vain amusement.

And now I was dealing with a sugar high that only toddler in a candy store could dream of.

The plane banked again, and Jared’s head lightly slid to the side, falling on my shoulder.  He took a deep intake of my scent and murmured contentedly as he was roused to the edge of sleep once more.  Growling I lightly bumped my shoulder upwards, boggling his head.  I watched him with scorching eyes as he groggily awoke, only to snap my head foreword as the plane turned sharply.

Within moments, it was as if he had never slept at all.  His eyes were vibrant, and alive, a smile working along his lips thinly as he looked at my angered appearance, easily seeing the panic in my eyes.  He shook his head silently, leaning towards me, his morning kiss.

But we were in public.  We couldn’t.  My eyes flit past him to the people that joined us on the flight from hell.  Each of them preparing for landing.

His face was centimeters from mine.  I saw the desire in his eyes, wanting so badly for the simple touch we shared ritually every awakening.  His hand stretched across me, to the window, pulling the shade up quickly.  It was our bargain, he got a flight, I got window seat.

He nodded towards the small oval with a small smile.  “Look outside.”  He said softly.  I abided calmly to his instruction, looking out at the black morning sky with wide eyes.  Even in the waning night, the world was alive and well.  Lights lit up every stretch of land my eyes could possibly reach.  A small smile played across my lips as I looked outwards.  I was a sucker for skylines.

As if he could predict the future,  His lips were beside my ear, his breath rushing over my skin in a hush.  “Hold on.”  The plane banked, and the wing on the left side of the plane dipped.  The window went downwards, showing me more of this nocturnal world.  Buildings loomed with yellow window dots, fireflies frozen in woven tapestries.

I was star struck, thinking of nights in Massachusetts’ capital city, Boston.  Looking out from North Station at the stunning black monsters against a navy star studded night.  Walking with friends who found my shock unnecessary.  There was nothing beautiful about development.

As part of a Ying and Yang effect, cities captivated me as much as nature had.  The development of human ideals, and architectural phenomenon.  I grew up intrinsically knowing that cities held insurmountable history, living in one of the oldest places in the United States.  The big city, for me, being Boston, it was literally impossible to walk more than 3 or 4 feet without crossing a path in history.  It was something utterly beautiful to me.

Jared was about to show me, from a place I had deemed hell, a new kind of paradise.  As the plane leveled, he smiled at my eager eyes, that wanted the plane to bank once more, wanting to see the world again. “Still bitter?”  He asked, a smirk entering his voice.  I turned from the window, shaking my head deftly.  He lightly traced the ring of fabric around my thumb with his forefinger.  “Still panicked?”  I shook my head, no.  He nodded towards the window once more, an aged, knowing look in his eyes.  “Look again.”

The right wing dipped, sending my window skywards.  My breath caught as the stars and moon invaded my view, untainted by city lights, or cloud obstruction.  He nodded quickly, his finger moving foreword, his sharp eyes instantly picking out a star, as if he would pick out an old friend.  “Vega.”  He said quietly, pointing.  “Alpha Lyra.”  I followed his finger out to the brightest possible star, watching it with deep interest.   Yet, it was short lived, as the plane leveled out quickly. 

I looked at him with wide eyes.  I wanted to kiss him, my body craving that touch.  I burned with the need, the desire.  My fingers danced on the arm rest with my sudden change of mood.  “What are you doing to me?” I asked quietly, holding down the growl of hunger that plagued me.

He smiled, his hand sliding along the arm rest to link with mine, locking our knuckles together.  He leaned closely again, his lips brushing my ear ever so lightly as his warm breath washed over my skin.  “Distracting you.”  He said simply, pulling away, his aquamarine eyes dancing with pleasure.  I felt the muscle in my jaw slacken a bit, as if in some form of shock by his actions.

He was again, only seconds ahead.  As the plane seemed to plummet out of the sky, his fist crushed against mine with disturbing force, countering the grip of horror that swept from my palm.  Our knuckles bound together, white, in an effort to release and console fear. I knew, had we been alone, his lips would bruise mine, tearing everything away, removing me from this place.  Yet, he was forced to rely, now, only on magic, that which he held as a person, and what rested just beyond a layer of paned glass.

I could expect nothing less, than such magic from him.

The wheels shrieked as they bounced against the tarmac, the velocity of the once drowsily soaring plane, suddenly blinding.  Wind roared and shook the body of the plane with an angry force.  I grit my teeth, feeling my eardrums torture themselves against the pressure changes.  The pressure from Jared’s strong hand was constant as he waited for us to grind to a halt.

The pressure on the back of my hand fell as he released me, my grip following.  We looked at our knuckles at the same time, each evaluating what the other party had done.  Luckily, the feather light bones of the human hand had not undergone any terrible destruction on either of us, only slight discoloration due to some broken capillaries.  It was nothing we wouldn’t survive.
 
The plane taxied to the terminal lazily.  It was as if the huge metal bird was feeling the exhaustion of the early morning.  As movement stopped, you could hear the metallic clips of seat belts lift up and flip down as patrons released themselves from nylon restraints and stood up, despite the yellow light that still brightened the ‘fasten seatbelts’ logo.  Jared unclipped the belt at his waist, slowly rising.  His right hand firmly on the headrest of the seat for balance. He ducked out into the aisle as a warning called over the intercom, ensuring caution when opening the overhead bins. 

He dropped my duffel bag on the seat beside me as I undid my belt, arching against the seat with a yawn.  He shouldered his own with a smile, no doubt finding my exhaustion  amusing.  “Didn’t sleep too well, love?”  He asked lightly. 

I growled and shook my head, standing in the small gap between the rows of seats, moving out into the aisle.  “What the hell do you think?”  I grunted.  “didn’t sleep a wink”  He laughed lightly, shaking his head as he took a step back, allowing me to enter the tight aisle before him, slowly walking  behind other airline passengers.  I nodded to the aged pilot who dutifully stood outside his door, before quickly stepping into the entrance to the terminal. Jared stepped on behind me.  I could nearly smell the desire coming off of him, taste it in the air around him as he moved to walk beside me.  He walked briskly in his well rested state, the caffeine in my system allowing me to easily follow him. 

Starved of a touch he obviously needed, his body moved like that of an animal, strong steps pushing him foreword.  Primal, and commanding.  The sleepy women that were present in the deserted airport looked at him with hungry eyes, before confusion filled their gaze as they saw the 16 year old ‘child’ following him.  It was all I had in me, to not express my possessive nature, and personally attack every woman to look at him with a need for him to unleash the animal that was boiling under the surface.  Each woman that then looked upon me with confusion.  Whether they were aware of it or not, that animal, belonged to me. 

His hand casually brushed mine with a comforting touch.  He sensed my edge that had seemed to permeate into his awareness.  His finger quickly hooked with mine, before releasing me, a show of our connection.  He looked to me out of the corner of his eye, the deep blue pools weary.  It was a quick walk to the exit, having no need for baggage claim, to find our pre-scheduled taxi to the hotel. 

The ride was endless as we shared the back seat, our knuckles, hidden vainly from the driver, were firmly locked together.  It was the only connection we were permitted. 

In what seemed like hours we were finally in the hotel.  I bobbed anxiously on the balls of my feet by the elevator, unable to be near him any more, for I would surely explode from the need to touch him.  He turned on his heel with a few papers, and our room key, his eyes down, looking over the papers, and key, finding our room number. 

His finger lightly touched the ‘up’ button on the elevator’s callboard, hearing the confirming ‘ding’ as the elevator started to move downwards.  “room 472”  He said shortly, his voice thick with need.  It had only been about an hour since he had awoken, and we were reaching a point of desperation.  It was intriguing, how something as simple as a kiss every awakening could drive you mad.  Maybe it was more than that, perhaps, it was the knowledge that, the hotel room was key.  The understanding that until we were behind that mahogany door, any sign that we were together would be frowned upon.

As the metal doors opened before us, we quickly moved into the elevator.  Jared certainly had picked a nice hotel, even the elevator was designed in such a manner that it could be it’s own bedroom.  Mahogany wood trim was intricately carved to fit patterns of wealth against gold accents.

Jared’s hand grabbed mine tightly as the elevator stopped moving, jerking my eyes from the beautiful work conducted on the elevator to the metal doors.  I had really just found the elevator a distraction, the detail keeping me busy enough to displace my need.  As the huge doors opened, Jared pulled me from the tiny cage, moving to our room hastily.

We darted into the room no sooner had he slipped the card into the reader.  He had bought a room with two beds, smart move.  He grabbed my bag from my shoulder, tossing it and his own bag onto the bed that wouldn’t be in use, leaving me standing awkwardly in the small hall that joined the door to the actual room.  He turned from the bedside, the animal that had been boiling just under the surface, breaking through.  His eyes were dark with passion, need.  The corners of his mouth turned slightly skyward in a predatory smirk.  He stalked foreword with graceful, powerful steps, driving him quickly. 

His body pressed against mine as he joined me, his hand sinking into my hair.  His lips crushed forcefully with mine, taking what was his, what he needed.  My hands sunk into his hair as he pushed me back against a wall, pinning me closely to him.  He jarred my lips open, slipping his tongue into my mouth tasting that which he desired so. 

He pulled back, his chest rising heavily with a short of breath.  “Gods, I needed to touch you.”  He said softly.  I rose up slightly, kissing him softly once more, using the arms I had bound about his neck, and the wall to my back for leverage, holding myself up as I wrapped my legs about his waist, voicing another burning desire fermenting deep within me.  His hands came down to grip the back of my thighs, holding me up against him as we shared another passionate kiss.

He tore away quickly from me looking out the window, and then at the clock.  His head tipped to the door.  “I have an hour to show you something.”  He said softly, holding me against the wall as he untangled himself from my legs, before grabbing my wrist.  I watched him with curious eyes as he ensured the room key was in his pocket, before pulling me out of the room.

We found ourselves in the elevator once more, the button marked ‘roof’ illuminated.  “Is this allowed?”  I asked softly, looking at him with curious eyes.

He nodded with a smile.  “There’s a little café up there, that takes up a corner of the roof…but it’s closed.”  He noted the confusion in my eyes with a nod.  “Just wait.”  He said softly, pressing his lips lightly to mine, tearing away as the elevator dinged to a stop.

He pulled me excitedly out the door, bringing me out into the chilly night air that shrouded Buffalo.  He brought me to the edge of the hotel’s roof, looking out into the midst of the city, still alive in the very early morning.  I was aghast, hypnotized by the lights of the city.  He smiled with my reaction, allowing me to take it in a moment, before he broke the silence.  “Look up.”

“Oh gods.”  I said breathlessly as I looked upwards at a brilliant star studded sky, a full moon shining brightly.  He laughed lightly at my reaction, shaking his head.  He stepped away from the edge of the roof, sitting down about 5 feet away, looking at me expectantly, calling me to follow. 

“There’s Vega again…”  He said softly, pointing heavenward as I sat beside him. I nodded, following his finger to the constellation of Lyra.  I traced the ‘connect the dots’ stars to form the ‘The Lyre“, turning my eyes away to roam the limitless night sky. 

“Rukbat”  I said softly, pointing to the brightest star in the constellation of Sagittarius.  He grinned at my knowledge of the stars, before pointing to another.

“Alfecca Meridiana, Corona Austrina” I nodded, finding another.
“Telescopium”
“Suctum”
“Draco”
“Hercules”
“Vulpecula.”  He laughed as I pointed out the Fox constellation, falling silent as his shimmering cerulean pools cast their gaze upwards, looking for and elusive star in particular.  His eyes sharp as he looked through the navy sky.

His hand slowly rose, pointing to the star he had spent so long finding.  “Antares.”   He said lowly. “Scorpius.”  I took a breath, knowing he had found my star sign.  My eyes  quickly tore away from the scorpion, looking for him.

“Prima Giedi.”  I said slowly, raising my finger to the edge of the night sky.  “Capricornus.”  He looked down at me, his eyes in a dazed admiration. 

“Scorpio…”  He said, slowly, taking my hand, running his fingers over it smoothly, before enveloping it in his. 

“And Capricorn…” I said breathlessly, staring deeply into his eyes as he slowly closed the gap between us. The significance of both constellations to be held before our eyes was earth shattering.  For we both knew, and understood, that the two rarely shared the same sky.

His lips softly pressed to mine, his hands working into my hair, pressing me closely to him.  I slowly moved to sit on his lap, resting against his chest as our mouths interlocked.  His tongue slipped into my mouth, twining with mine intimately. 

I twisted to straddle his hips, pushing him down against the concrete of the roof to deepen the kiss, not caring about the waning night.  His left hand moved to hold my hip possessively as my hands sank deeply into his hair.  The night spun around us, stars streaking across the sky in a kaleidoscope effect.

I pulled away regretfully, staring down at him with a light frown.  “We gotta get outta here, before someone comes to open the café.”  I said softly.  He growled lightly, nodding in agreement.  I backed off of his chest, allowing him to rise slowly from the concrete.  I stood before him, offering my hand to pull him foreword.  He looked off the edge of the building, seeing the sun bleeding into view.  I looked at my watch, 5:17, just on time.

His hands bound my shoulders, his chin resting on my head as he gazed into an east coast sunrise.  “Wow…”  he said softly, watching the sun run from the horizon slowly.

“Yeah…” I grinned, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the elevator.  “Come on, Galileo, lets go to bed.” I said softly, laughing a bit.

“As you wish, Lesath…”  He said slowly, following me back to the elevator.