You Do What You Have To Do
Chapter 60
By Tee and Danielle
this part by Danielle 
(C) by us too
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There wasn't any conversation on the way to the airport, but the silence was
comfortable, unlike last night.  

The flight? Well, it was a flight...and all flights are hell to me, so I'm a
little biased. All of the guys had learned long ago not to sit on the side
of me where their writing hand was NOT within crushing distance.  Poor Howie
couldn't write his name for a week the first, and only, time he had made
that mistake.

I looked over at Kevin and the closer we got to Orlando, the more relaxed he
became. The phone call from his brothers had taken a weight off of both of
us and I swear Kevin grew three inches in the span of the call.  You could
still see the betrayal of his mother turning him away in his eyes, the raw
pain of it all, and it was going to take a lot of time for him to even start
to get over it.   

I snuck in a phone call when Kevin charmed the flight attendant to let him
into the cockpit.  The female covering the first-class area was nearly
drooling when Kevin flashed those green eyes at her, she was powerless. I
knew the power of those eyes all too well. 

As soon as he was gone, I pulled the airphone from it's cradle on the back
of the seat infront of me and called Sam to let her know we were on the way
to Orlando.  She squealed a little when I told her to open up the house,
"You get to see what I've done! We just finished up yesterday!"

I smiled at her enthusiasm, "I think I speak for both of us when I say that
we can't wait."

I could hear her smile on the other end of the phone line, "Speaking of
both of you....how is that?"

I sat back in my seat and knew I had the goofy assed smile on my face,
"Wonderful, beautiful, magical.... stop me now before I put you into sugar
shock." 

She giggled, "Yup, you are so Melinda and I, three years ago."

I grinned, that gave me a good feeling that we reminded her of them and they
were going the distance. It made me feel like other people saw what we had
was special, that it wasn't just me. 

"Sam, you haven't mentioned...."

She cut me off before I could go any further, "That's because I want you to
have the first reaction all to yourself, mine can wait." 

I smiled at her thoughtfulness. "Sam, we have a surprise for you when we get
there. I don't want to say it on the plane." 

She bugged me, whining and bitching, trying to weedle it out of me, but I
wasn't having any of it. It was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Every
day she reminded me more and more of A.J. 

The phone was snatched out of my hand and I looked up to see Kevin standing
in the aisleway and talking into the phone. His whole face lit up when he
realized who was on the other end. They talked for a few minutes as Kevin
settled himself next to me and I knew that Sam was trying to get Kev to
spill the surprise when he said that I must have had a good reason, besides
torture, not to tell her.

I laughed when I heard the "YOU SUCK!!" from where I was sitting.  Kevin
started making static noises and telling her that she was breaking up before
yelping goodbye and hanging up. 

I could hardly swallow my laughter, "That was mean." 

He just grinned at me, "I know. You are just upset I did it before you could
torture her some more." 

I pouted, "Damn right." 

He just pulled my bottom lip and laughed.

I slapped his hand away and punched him in the arm, "How was the cockpit?"

He sighed happily like he always does when you ask him about flying,k "You
know me, Nick. If I wasn't doing this, I would be up in the clouds, going
mach 9, eighty percent of the time. "

I nodded, "Well, if think about it, B.  We are in the clouds eighty percent
of the time these days.  We just aren't going Mach 9  and you aren't
driving, that's all.  And whatever Mach we are going is fast enough for me.
We don't need to turn this tin can of death into a speeding tin can of
death."

He rolled his eyes at me, "We have to get you over this whole flying thing."

I shook my head, "Never happen, my friend." 

He leaned closer to me, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke and his hot
breath was flowing over my ear with every word, making the tiny hairs on the
rim of my ear stand up, "I'm sure I could fine *some* way to distract you."

I gripped the arm rests of the chair more tightly and felt the shiver go
from one end of me clear to the other. I flicked my eyes across the aisle to
Brian and he was sound asleep.  I looked into Kevin's eyes and totally
unintentionally started leaning forward. It was like he was some magnetic
force.  I could hardly get myself to talk, I was so into the look in his
eyes and the way he had just whispered in my ear, "I'm ready to be
distracted any time you are."

I jumped in surprise when I felt something hit my chest.  I looked down to
see Kevin's book clutched in his hand.  Well, that wasn't exactly what I was
hoping for. I sighed and grabbed it from his hand, muttering under my
breath.  

The self satisfied smirk on his face said it all. Bugger. 

I opened the book and started reading.  That amused me for all of twenty 
minutes.  As good as that book was, the claustrophobic feelings I got in a 
plane were more powerful.  I put the book down and looked out the window, 
not a good idea.  I shut the blind and tapped my fingers on my tray.  Then 
I grabbed my pencil and started tapping that on the tray.  Then my leg 
started shaking.   I couldn't sit still. I wanted out of this tin can and I 
wanted it now. 
 
The sound of my tapping pencil on the tray changed and I looked down seeing 
a notebook below my tapping eraser.  I picked it up and Kevin's writing was 
on it.  
 
"I want to kiss you so bad"

 
I swallowed and looked up at him, he was looking forward towards the front 
of the plane.  The only thing that gave away what he had written in the note
was the fact he was gripping the chair in a white knuckle hold to stop 
himself from doing what he wanted.  I picked up my pencil and wrote back.
 
"I want you to kiss me."  
 
I slid it back on his tray and looked towards the front of the cabin as 
he had.  A minute later the notepad was slid back to me. 
 
"Think anyone would notice if I kissed you right now?"
 
I smiled and wrote back, "Depends on what kind of kiss it is. What kind of 
kiss is it?"
 
It went back to him as we continued the cat and mouse game.
 
"You know the kind that start out soft and innocent, then as your body 
realizes that you are kissing your soulmate it becomes harder and deeper 
until your lungs are burning and you swear the room is spinning, your 
heartbeat is thundering in your ears and you just want to sink into the 
other person because you want to be so close to them that you want to share 
the same body?  That kind."
 
Suddenly my mouth was dry and it went up about 20 degrees in that plane.  
Jesus, I could actually feel my heart speeding up at the thought of him 
kissing me like that.  
 
"Jesus, Bumpkin. Don't do that to me.   I don't think my heart can take it.
If I think about it, even for a second, I can feel your body pressed up 
against me, my heart thundering in my ears, the room spinning, my lungs 
burning.  I can feel myself falling into you.  I want to feel your hands 
on me, where are your hands, Love?"
 
"One of them is tangled in your hair.  Can you feel it pulling a little 
and letting it bring you closer to me so I can deepen the kiss?"
 
I was having trouble breathing, I could feel his hand tangled in my hair.  
I could feel the soft sting of the hair being pulled a little. Oh god, help 
me.  "Yes, oh god I can feel it."
 
I had to close my eyes or if I looked at him, I was going to totally attack 
him and let the consequences be damned. 
 
"My other hand is sliding down over your hip and across the back of your 
thigh.  When my fingertips reach the inside, where you are very sensitive, 
I run them over the inside of your thigh, sometimes up and down, sometimes 
I trace circles or swirls.   Where are your hands?"
 
I had to bite my lips to keep from groaning as I had to imagine the kiss, 
to see it in my mind to know where my hands were.  "One of them is wrapped 
around your waist to keep me from falling over from what you are doing, 
torturing me like this.  The other is underneath your shirt, my fingers 
are tracing over your abs, one by one.  Sometimes they go upwards and play 
with your nipples, but right now they are tracing over one square of your 
abs very slowly."
 
I looked out of the corner of my eye as he read and I saw his stomach 
jump and his breath catch.  I grinned and turned away before he could see 
the smug smile on my face.
 
When I turned back around the notepad was there, "God help you the moment 
I get you alone.  I am going to have you naked so fast it is going to make 
your head spin and then I'm going to make love to you in every room of our 
house, on every piece of furniture, until neither one of us can walk, talk, 
or even breathe.  I will make you scream my name over and over again until 
your mind will believe it is the only word you know, the only word you need."
 
I couldn't bit back the moan this time, but the crackle of the speaker 
covered it.  "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now approaching the Orlando 
International Airport.  Please assure that your carry-ons are stowed in 
the overhead storage area or under the seat in front of you and that your 
laptop tray is in the  fully upright and locked position in preparation for 
landing."
 
I felt my face flush.  I had a problem.  My lap top was in it's fully 
upright and locked position alright.  Only problem was, it wasn't the tray.