What is fantasy?  Why does it spark the way it does between two people?  What is it about this element or that element that has the power to move us so profoundly?  What does it say about the two people involved that a mere handful of words - or even no words - can electrify us so intensely, can soften a woman's body and harden a man's, can make them both weep in prelude to pleasure. 

And then there is that thing that happens when it is shared, when thought becomes touch... and then incredibly, the physical gives way to the metaphysical and you are there inside your lover's head.  Discovering, sharing, learning about their luminous qualities that transcend the crude matters of flesh and form.   

This time it was me.  I wanted something of him.  Our way.  Another secret, told in half-truths and shadow.  Would he do it?  Would he ask something equally valuable in return? 

He never disappoints.

Still, I had the feeling when he called that he was already prepared to make this demand of me.  I wonder if my request surprised him... but asking that is not a part of the game we play.  Anyone can answer a question by rote and too much can be hidden in the reply, even if it is the truth.  Actions do not lie.  Nor does a body.

His call chased me out of the house into the cold November night.  Lachlan and Hando were inside, an odd truce struck up between them over a dark German beer and their mutual love of airplanes.  Well, that and they're both absurdly protective of me.  As I grabbed the heavy throw from the couch and threw it around my shoulders in preparation to have a few minutes to myself outside under the stars with Dino, both their voices rose in unison.

"Blue-"  A warning.  It pleased me as much as it irritated me.  I love that Lach cares... but I am not a child!

"Wear your bloody coat, you silly bint.  S'fucking snowing."  Both Hando and Lachlan pulled a face at that. 

I rolled my eyes.  Aussies.  A little snow never hurt anyone.  I'm from Alaska for God's sake.  A couple of inches is nothing.  Sheesh!  I wasn't planning on trudging around in it.  I was only going to sit in one of the chairs on the porch.  (The COVERED porch I might add!)  I ignored Lachlan's little smile and Hando's grunt of approval as I tugged a coat on, crossing my eyes and sticking my tongue out at the door as I pulled it shut behind me. 

As I did, I heard Dino's voice in my ear asking me if it made me feel better.  How did he know?!  He's right.  He is a sneaky fucker.  Heh.  Of course, he was in agreement with Lach and Hando.  Men!  Actually, truth be told, I was plenty warm.  Wrapped up in Lachlan's heavy bomber jacket with my legs tucked up under me and covered in the throw, I was perfectly content, smiling like a giddy girl the way I always do when Dino calls me. 

He wanted to set a date for London.  Told me he demanded to see me.  I asked him if that made me a girl in demand.  He chuckled in my ear and I could just see him in my mind's eye, sprawled out somewhere in one of his many apartments, a tumbler of scotch in his hand.  The conversation was intimate but private, most of it anyway.  He was in a wicked mood and I was glad to indulge him.  How can you not when faced with a comment like this:               

"So tell me ... the flight over on the plane ... can I get you in a bit of hot water?  Or can I at least get Curry a bit ... um ... testy?"

Like you all don't know what answer I gave to that.  What you don't know is what I wanted of him.  Like for like.  Is that not how the game is played?  He considered it.  I could almost hear him turn this new bit of information over in his head, deciding how much it was worth, how much he could get away with demanding of me.  Set the bar too low and he shortchanges himself.  Set the bar too high and he risks losing his chance altogether.  But I also know he knows me well enough to come pretty damn close to that perfect place where I am out of my comfort zone but still willing to take the risk.  He is a man who likes living on the edge.  And I'm a woman who likes walking it with him.   

What I'd asked of him wasn't exactly breaking the rules... but I do believe a certain bit of bending was implied in my request.  His reply was short, sweet and to the point.             

"I'll do it on one condition.  You do something for me.  No hesitation.  No lip."  He let that hang there. 

"What do you want?"  I knew he wouldn't answer, but he and I, we have this ritual.  The game must be played properly.  I knew my part. 

He chuckled.  "Nope.  Not yet, honey.  You agree first."  My hand slid lower down my belly, pressing against the ache his words had woken deep within me.  That voice of his.  God.  It sounds like the way a good belt of scotch feels, a smooth fiery burn with one hell of a kick.  I waited for it - and was not disappointed.  "Do you trust me?  Do you trust yourself?"

That was the real question.  How far would I go?  Farther than I should, I know that much.  I can't seem to help myself with him.  This game of ours, it is more addictive than any drug.  The high is better too.  I purred into his ear.  "You still need to ask me that?"  This man... my friend, my lover, my teacher.  Boots.  A blindfold.  A gag.  The terms of our trust were entrenched upon me, born of a night where I was given my first taste of sexual darkness, spoon fed to me by this man.   

His low laugh was dirty and full of promise.  "Just ramping it up for ya.  Trying to scare you."  Liar.  He was playing the game, just as I did before.  The groundwork must remain the same.  That is what allows us to build our house of cards higher and higher each time. 

He didn't need to scare me.  My heart was beating fast enough already.  The hit had been offered and all the junky had to do was agree.  I thought it over.  Considering how high we built our house of cards last time, I was frightened of where he might take us this time.....but is there ever any doubt I'd have agreed? 

Lacy snowflakes fell all around me and yet my palms were sweaty.  Does he have any idea what he does to me?  I squirmed under the throw.  The silence was oppressive and he made no move to break it.  The next move was mine and I made it, feeling my heart turn over in my chest as I did.  "Ok, I agree.  No hesitation.  No lip."  I heard him breathe in sharply.  Is that bad or good?  What have I gotten myself into?  Still, I never want to make it too easy for him.  "Let's have it, Dinito....lay it on me, baby."  I laughed but he did not.  God, how that gets to me.

"I intend to."  Totally serious now.  He paused because he could, enjoying the power he had over me in that moment.  I heard him swallow and wanted to knock that damn tumbler from his hands.  He knew it, too, because he made me wait a few more seconds before he finally spoke.  "Okay.  There will come a time on the flight when everyone is settled in nice and cozy for a slumber."  Everyone.  Hando.  Teener.  Bud.  Darcy.  Jeff.  Paul.  Carol.  The thought of getting caught by any one of them made my heart rate spike.  "I expect you to be awake and waiting for me to make my demand."              

Lord have mercy.  It's a wonder I didn't melt all the snow in a fifty foot radius.  

DINO: [Heh.  She's been on pins and needles for hours now, waiting on me to make my demand.  We've all had dinner.  Drinks.  I notice my Island Girl didn't eat much.  Nervous, honey?  She should be.  I feel some trepidation about sharing this with her now, but you know how I feel about taking risks.  Payoff's always better when you have to work for it.  And it doesn't help that she encourages me.]   

HEATHER: [An exchange of intimate secrets with Dean O'Leary.  I can't believe it's going to happen, now, like this.  What is it about him that makes me want to walk on the wild side?  He senses it in me.  I know he does.  That he's chosen this place where we could be caught and then not told me what he intends to demand of me is making me feel all fluttery inside.  I hardly touched my food.  All I can think about his him and what he's going to require of me in this night.  He likes making me wait for it.  Likes the anticipation of it.  Likes the way it makes him feel to be in control... and to know I will do my best to make him out of control.]     

DINO: [The cabin lights are off.  Everyone settled down long ago and still I make her wait.  She does it so well, too.  Christ.  She should see all the little things she does that tell me her mind is on me and nothing else.  Biting her lip.  Sipping nervously at her drink.  Checking her watch.  Squirming in her seat.  Breathy sigh from time to time.  And my personal favorite, tapping that little foot of hers.  Heh.  Goddamn, I love that.]   

HEATHER: [I could just kill him.  He's a devil.  A red one.  He's not only ramping me up, knowing my mind won't be able to let this go but will continue to go round and round, he's also chosen to sit across the aisle from me so he can watch me squirm.  Making no bones about letting me see he's watching.  Bastard.  I try so hard not to give anything up to him but I know I am.  He's too good.  Too smart.  And that damn sparkle in his eye says he knows exactly what he's doing to me.]

DINO: [Taking advantage of her distraction, I look around one last time and decide the magic moment has come.  I snap my fingers at her.  Once.  (most rudely, I might add)  And simply point to the bathroom.  I knew that would fire her up but the look she throws me is positively scathing.  I wag my finger at her when she opens her mouth.  Ah-ah-ah.  No hesitation.  No lip, baby.  Move that pretty little ass of yours.  You're on my time now.]

HEATHER: [Oh.  My.  God.  Even as I feel a flare of anger for what is, in essence, a command one might give to a dog, I know he's done it just to fire me up.  To provoke a certain reaction from me.  I also know the unapologetic dominance in that gesture is a clear sign of his mood and what he wishes from me tonight.  Dominance and submission.  You think that's the game we're playing at?  Wrong.  It is an exchange of power.  He never MAKES me do anything.  He makes me WANT to do it, which is a hundred times more dangerous than using force to get a desired result.] 

DINO: [Her eyes fight me but her body says 'yes'.  I saw the subtle shift in her body language the second I snapped my fingers at her.  She all but melted for me right there in her seat.  Again, she gives me control but the look in her eyes says she will challenge me to keep it.  She moves without hesitation.  Good girl.]       

HEATHER: [With a single gesture, he has given me a new game.  A new puzzle to solve.  This time, there is the added element of possible discovery by a third party, which I have to admit gives me a thrill.  I wonder what he'd do if he knew I had a fantasy about fucking him in the back of a cab.  Shocked?  I wonder if he would be.  Looking at him now, I have the urge to bite the finger he's got wagging at me... but then he wins.  That would never do.]   

DINO: [Damned if she didn't eye my finger and lick her lips.  I'm going to pay for that snap, I just know it....and here it comes.  She rose from that chair in some kinda sensuous motion that was half sex-kitten and half innocent.  She knows that gets to me, man.  She's a fresh snowfall.  A blank canvas for me to mark as boldly as I like, and in whichever manner I choose.  I see her chin come up.  Walking away slow as you please, head high.  She never disappoints.  She's also holding her breath, which tells me she's so deep into this already and she doesn't want me to know just how bad I hooked her.]         

HEATHER: [The similarities between this walk and the walk I took down the hallway in his home are not lost on me.  I might not be wearing a blindfold this time, but he is still firmly in control.  I have not forgotten the lessons he taught me.  It is a fact I don't find comforting because I know they are simply a base for the next level he wishes to take me.  Into the silence of the cabin comes a sound.  Listening.  My first lesson.  I remembered.  The sound stops me in my tracks.  He's gotten up.  I try to think what is the proper response, try to draw a parallel to the night in his home.  I smile.  I know what to do now.  He'll want a sign of my willingness.  Last time I was told to speak his name.  This time I have been trusted to find my own sign.  I hope the one I've chosen pleases him.]     

DINO: [I cannot help my smile as I watch her.  She's walked inside the bathroom and left the door open and the lights on.  Lights on.  Nice.  I like that.  It spills out into the cabin but everyone is asleep.  I'm thankful the cockpit door is closed.  For as much as I want this moment, I have no desire to flaunt it in front of Curry.  She is as I wanted to see her, standing in the doorway, backlit by the light, watching me walk toward her.  For a few precious seconds this moment transcends the boundaries of the game we are playing and I see her as she is; a light that guides wandering soldiers home.  It is profoundly moving, and at the same time, makes me want what I have planned for this night more than ever before.]  

HEATHER: [Just watching him walk toward me makes me shiver.  There is such a sense of purpose in how he moves.  A lithe grace that tonight is unforgivingly, unapologetically masculine.  Dominant.  Predatory.  As he moves out of the shadows and into the wan circle of light, I feel both fear and excitement.  What does he want from me?  Will I be strong enough to give it to him?  I sense something in his bearing that makes me take a step back.  It makes me feel vulnerable.  And always, in the back of my mind, Lachlan.  Discovery.  Oh God.]

DINO: [As I move closer, she retreats... first one step and then another.  It makes me feel good.  Powerful.  I drive her before me, knowing that being in an enclosed space with me in this mood will only jack her anxiety up more.  It is a subconscious human response and one I will use to my advantage tonight.  I close the door behind us and prod her before me while never really letting her go.  I want her on edge, wondering what I'm up to.]

HEATHER: [He is crowding me.  It has also not escaped my notice that it is incredibly confining in here.  The way he's invading my space is deliberate.  He wants me to be a little afraid of him....and I am.  He seems to fill up this small space in a way that manages to be both arousing and menacing.  Two rules for tonight.  No hesitation.  No lip.  He knows I have a smart mouth and yet I think tonight isn't about taking advantage of the fact I can't backtalk him.  I think it is about something else entirely.  What is he after?]     

DINO: [I know she's wondering if I'll challenge her with something she might have wanted to give me lip about, but instead, it's me who takes her lip.  And what lips they are.  She was not expecting the kiss.  She stiffens in my arms at first and then melts into me, but while her mouth is warm and soft and pliant, mine is demanding.  I want to hear something from her this night.  No words.  We won't talk.  I want to hear how she feels when I touch her.  She hasn't yet realized the challenge isn't about what I'm going to do to her.  It's about holding her tongue while I do it so that we may explore the things said in silence.  I want her to speak to me without words.  I want to speak back.  A true dialogue.] 

HEATHER: [I am unsure of what he wants from me.  The kiss - it is almost shocking, searing in its intensity.  He controlled it and I let him, glorying in the sensual feel of his mouth on mine and in the power I felt in him in that moment.  Last time, he denied me his kiss until the very end.  This time, it is his opening volley.  Will I ever understand these games?  I hope not.  Playing them with him teaches me so much about him.  About myself.  About who we are together.]  

DINO: [I break the kiss when I hear her breathing begin to change, getting heavier, deeper, while she's melting against me so sweet.  I have my arms around her and I feel her tremble for me.  Christ, what that does to me.  I slide my hand from her neck to her shoulder and exert the most subtle downward pressure.  I want her on her knees.]

HEATHER: [A wave of heat ripples through me and comes to rest on my cheeks as I realize what he wants.  There are no words; just our eyes doing the talking.  His blue eyes smolder darkly with something wild, so deep and dark they almost look black.  I remember the rules he asked me to abide by tonight and move without hesitation, slowly starting to sink down before him.  I am unsure of my boundaries.  Do I get to touch him?  My hands reach for him tentatively as I begin to move, holding his eyes, looking for any sign of disapproval.  I find none.]    

DINO: [She is already testing before she even comes to her knees.  That is as exciting as her touch.  Curiosity and innocence.  It is an intensely arousing combination.  I feel tiny fingers brushing over my jaw and down my chest, skimming over my sides and trailing down my body as she kneels.  I give my consent.  She can touch.  She just cannot talk.] 

HEATHER: [I love to touch him.  Still, even in this sexually charged moment when I have willingly placed myself in his power, I cannot help but shine him on a little.  Make him work to keep me in line.  I tease his stomach with my fingers and slip them under his belt buckle, tugging upwards gently, knowing it will do all kinds of good things to what's directly south of it.  Heh.  God, I love our games.  I always feel like we're learning something new.  A different secret revealed every time.] 

DINO: [The sparkle in her eyes tells me she is enjoying herself.  I wonder if she's realized I am attacking her senses, one by one.  Last time, I took her sight.  Now I take her voice.  I am a thorough man.  I know we are both looking forward to more of these games.  There is laughter in her eyes.  She wants to tease me.  I know her too well.  There is a question in them too.  She wants to know if I'm going to storm her defenses as I did before.  I swallow a smile.  Not this time, honey.  This time you're going to give it up to me so sweet.] 

HEATHER: [God, the way he's looking at me....It makes me tremble and feel powerful all at the same time.  I cannot keep from touching him, undoing his belt only to abandon it there, open, while I let my hands wander over his body.  Touching his hips and trailing my fingers down his legs.  Little flare in his eyes when I deliberately ignore the prominent bulge of his erection.  Instead I run my hands down those long, long legs of his, teasing up under the cuffs of his pants for a moment to touch his calves before I slide them out and back up his thighs.  Bite my lip to keep from giggling at the look on his face when I give his butt a saucy pinch.]

DINO: [Oh, honey, enjoy yourself now.  I'll get mine.  The look on her face says she knows I'll get her back and she can't goddamn wait for it.  That's my girl.  An electric moment passes between us.  She is a little unsure, but I have given her her head for a reason and I am enjoying watching her struggle to work out why.  To work out exactly what it is I want from her.  That's right, honey.  Undress me first.  Take your time.  Show me what you like.]

HEATHER: [I was tentative at first, but now that I know what he wants I feel more confident.  I want to tell him with every touch how much enjoyment I take from this most intimate task.  I reach upwards for the buttons on his shirt.  I have to stretch and he doesn't help me, no doubt to see if it will make me prompt him with my voice.  It won't.  I like the way his skin feels against my knuckles as they brush against him while I undo the small white buttons.  I like it all; the contrast of his skin with the rich blue of his shirt.  His scent.  The way he feels under my hands.  Smiling, I sit back on my heels and tug at his shirt from the cuffs to pull it down and away.]        

DINO: [Christ.  She learns so fast.  It makes me feel better about what I want from her this night.  And I can't help the warm feeling that spreads through my chest as she holds my shirt to her face to catch my scent.  As I hoped, she is taking the time to speak to me with all the senses left to her.  I grin as she carefully sets aside my shirt.  I do have to wear it out of here, after all.  Always the good girl.  Except when she's being bad.] 

HEATHER: [My hands are back on him, teasing up under the bottom edge of his pants to touch his warm skin before I pull off his shoes and socks.  I swallow a giggle.  Don't think I'll sniff those like I did his shirt.  His eyes glitter with dry amusement.  How does he always know what I'm thinking?!  He is still being indulgent with me but I know I'm being more irreverent than I should.  I wonder how far I can go before he reigns me in.  I decide to go a little bit farther and as I slide his belt from the loops of his pants, I double it over in my hands.  All it would take is one quick motion and the resulting crack would be quite loud.  I'm tempted.]  

DINO: [Her little act of defiance is both amusing and irritating.  It pleases me that she's so into our game she's forgotten about the other passengers, but if she cracks that damn belt this game will be over.  I have not forgotten who is flying this plane.  Her eyes are on me, looking for my reaction.  I set my jaw.  Her hands draw tighter on the belt.  Warning her with a look now.  You sure you want to do that, honey?]  

HEATHER: [I am embarrassed when I realize what I've almost done.  I feel a sharp stick of self-doubt.  Why would he ever want to play such a game with such a foolish girl?  My chin drops but his hand is there, lifting it back up to meet his eyes.  They are warm and reassuring.  A new lesson then.  Each of us has the power to end this at any moment.  The challenge is to play it out to the end.  I hope I don't disappoint him again.] 

DINO: [I admire her spirit.  She has made a wrong move but instead of pulling back and become overly demure as some might, she holds my eyes instead, reading the reassurance there as well as the warning.  I put a finger to my lips but I'm smiling behind it.  With a mischievous smirk, she sets my belt aside in an exaggerated motion, overly careful that it doesn't make so much as a whisper when it meets the floor.  Such sass.  Is it any wonder I love to play with her?]   

HEATHER: [Back to the task at hand.  I've saved the best for last.  I slip my fingers under the waistband of his pants and feel him breathe in, his stomach muscles tightening involuntarily in anticipation.  I am unable to resist the urge to rub my face against the thick bulge of his cock, caressing him with my cheek through the fine wool of his slacks.  Showing him how much I love that part of him.  I undo the button and the zipper and barely manage to contain my surprise, though I know he had to have heard my sharp intake of air.  I was expecting underwear, not the dark tangle of red curls I uncovered.  The silky tip of his cock brushed my cheek as it sprang free of the restrictive fabric.  I shivered in response and felt my nipples pull tight.  No underwear?  I can't believe he did that!  I am dying to say something.]  

DINO: [And here I stand.  You know, for once I went commando.  I was thinking of this moment when I made that decision.  I knew she'd have to choke down some snide comment.  Of course, that doesn't stop her from thinking one.  I can see it, read it there in her eyes.  Just to get her back for that, I snap my fingers at her again and point down to my dick.  You know what do to, honey.]      

HEATHER: [Damn him.  How the hell does he do that?  That snap pisses me off as much as it turns me on.  I can feel my body responding to the inherent dominance in the gesture even as the fire of resistance in my eyes glows brighter.  It actually made my mouth water and sent the room spinning for one wild moment.  It is an intoxicating thing to be held in this man's power.  Still, I have no intention of giving in so easily.]   

DINO: [I know she'll probably tease me just a bit to get back at me for the snap but I'll be ready for that.  Come on, honey.  Do your worst.  I shudder at the first touch of her tongue.  It was not the teasing touch I expected.  I feel her warm breath tickle my balls and then the flat of her tongue pressing into me as she breathes in my scent before she drags it from base to tip and catches the droplet pearling there.  Letting me see her savor it.  A warm feeling blooms in my chest.  What man doesn't love that?  I am a little disappointed she let me get away with that snap, but the wet rasp of her tongue has me thinking about how much I want to feel her warm wet mouth close around me and suck down hard.]

HEATHER: [I almost feel bad about what I'm going to do next.  Almost.  I tease the tip with my tongue but when his hips rock forward thinking I will take him deep, I take only the tip, just the head between my lips.  I know what he wants, and what he likes, and I purposefully do neither.  Surprise.  A diversion.  A trick.  I learned my lessons well.  Time for you to pay for that snap, mister.]

DINO: [I almost laugh.  Probably would have if I wasn't looking down, seeing my dick in her mouth and feeling like my whole world was right the fuck there, resting on her tongue.  Christ, what she does to me.  Still, I've got a hand on her neck and the other where we're joined.  Control is an illusion, both hers and mine, but as I slowly stroke myself and gently bump her lips with my fist, I can tell she's in this just as deep as I am.  I also didn't fail to notice that little quiver she just made.  And I'm going to exploit it, too.] 

HEATHER: [I know he just saw me shake with desire.  Even though I try, I can't hide how much I want him.  Still, I'm not ready to stop teasing.  I had surprise on my side before.  Now I have to work harder.  I know he can feel the change.  Feel the way my hands tighten on his hips.  Feel the slow swirl of my tongue over the sensitive head.  Feel the change in the amount of suction.  I catch his eye and let him feel my teeth.  A little reminder I am not without power of my own.] 

DINO: [I growl as I feel her teeth and shove a bit in on her neck.  The pressure of her teeth increases minutely and I feel her resist for a fraction of a second.  Just long enough to make it clear to me that what she's doing is done for no other reason than because she wants to do it.  I suppress a groan.  Not because of the physical act but because of the message behind it.  Under all our games, under everything, is one truth that I can read with crystal clarity.  She wants me.  It is a powerful message, and for all my aggressive posturing, I receive it humbly.]  

HEATHER: [The way he touches me tells me he can hear my silent words.  I want to do this but I also like prodding him to get him to show me what he wants with his hands and his body.  He is not the only one who wants a silent dialogue tonight.  No more teeth now, just a soft mouth, wet and warm and open, suckling him.  A dark head bobbing at his groin.  I wonder if he is watching.  I look up and see that he's leaning heavily against the door.  His eyes are closed.  His hand slips into my hair and I see the tendons in his throat strain.  Calling up all the memories of all the times I have ever done this with him, and tailoring them to this unique moment, I try to give him what I know he likes most.  I want to make him feel so good.]

DINO: [Fuck.  Feels so good.  I am breathing hard, eyes closed, trying so damned hard to get control again because I want to watch.  I clench my teeth and fight hard to push down the driving compulsion to fill her mouth with my come.  There.  There....  Christ.  So beautiful.  There's nothing that does it for me like seeing a woman I love do this for me.]

HEATHER: [Eyes wide open.  Loving him.  Letting him see how much I love to love him.  I want to experience him with all my senses.  Hear the change in his breathing.  See his cock emerge from my lips wet and swollen.  Smell the rich masculine scent of his body ripen as he starts to sweat.  Feel him throb in my mouth.  Savor his taste as it blooms over my tongue.  I am touching him with my hands, too, stroking him in time to the pulls of my mouth, feeling the fleshy weight of his balls in my palm, rolling them, tugging softly.  I am gentle.  I'd never hurt him.  Never.]

DINO: [My face feels hot and my eyes are watering with the incredible sensations she is creating in my body.  I am struggling still and I know that as much as I wanted to drive her, I am not going to make it much longer.  The temptation is too strong, the pleasure too intense.  I wrap my hand around my dick and slowly ease it from her lips, urging her to stand both with my eyes and with a finger under her chin.  The soft gesture is deceptive.  I am not feeling at all gentle in this moment.  I want to throw her down and rut into her like an animal.  I know I will need a few minutes to regain my shattered control.]   

HEATHER: [I stand.  Reluctantly, with a little pout that makes him smile.  Still, I defer to him, aware he is leading this game of ours and I am curious where he will take us next.  Watching with wide eyes as he moves to sit on the bench on the far wall, I wonder what his next demand will be.]   

DINO: [I want her to stand before me and turn around to face away.  I make a circle motion with my hand.  She is breathing hard and her legs are a little unsteady.  I cannot even begin to express what that does to me to know she takes so much pleasure from pleasuring me.  I make her stand there for long moments, not so much to give me time to cool down but because I want to see her tap that little foot.]    

HEATHER: [I can taste him in my mouth.  I wish he'd touch me.  Waiting like this, it makes me feel vulnerable.  Aroused.  Annoyed.  I huff a little and tap my foot, not at all beyond showing him my displeasure.  I remember my lessons and listen for him.  I hear nothing but the low hum of the jet and my own ragged breathing.  Please...]

DINO: [I am behind her and she doesn't even know it yet.  As soon as I see the second tap of her foot, I make my move.  I touch her shoulder and see her shiver and jump a little but then she leans back against me and turns her face towards mine, hoping for a kiss.  I make her wait for it.  She knew I would but she's still taken aback.  She almost says something to me.  I see her mouth begin to open and I shake my head.  Give her a glare of warning.]

HEATHER: [Again, another action from him designed to provoke a reaction from me.  I almost spoke but the curt shake of his head makes me swallow my words.  While the gesture is one that clearly shows his control, it is also kind.  He is helping me navigate this new game, giving me direction when I falter on my own.  God, I wish he would kiss me.  I nuzzle his chin and kiss at his jaw hoping to entice him into touching his mouth to mine.  He does.  Finally.  And it is glorious.] 

DINO: [As we kiss, I start unbuttoning her shirt.  No preamble, just taking it from her.  I already complimented her on the skirt she's wearing when I first saw her coming aboard.  I liked watching her walk down the aisle.  Curry was watching her ass wiggle.  I wonder if she knows that.  It made me smile knowing how much she likes men watching her rear when she walks.  Heh.  She's always surprised, assuming their attention is on someone else.  I like watching for that moment when she discovers it's her.  Her eyes always get big and then she blushes nine kinds of red....and everyone knows how much I like seeing her wear red.] 

HEATHER: [This kiss wasn't any less demanding than the previous one.  If anything, it is only more so.  His body is coiled and tense.  I can feel the wet tip of his erection brush the small of my back as he slides my shirt from my shoulders.  I can only hear one word in my mind, echoing above the blood rushing in my ears.....  More....]

DINO: [I've got her shirt off.  Like the bra.  Is that really holding her up?  It must be some kind of miracle construction.  Sheer.  Pale green.  Damn.  I approve.  She will be able to hear that sound deep in my throat and know she's just scored some points.  Damn.  Just damn.  That color looks so good on her.]   

HEATHER: [I feel myself flush with pleasure at his obvious approval of my intimate attire.  I wore it just for him.  Went shopping for it especially for this trip.  I like pretty lingerie and I know he likes green.] 

DINO: [Jesus.  The panties match.  I can feel them.  I've already got her zipper down and she didn't even notice.  She is too busy watching me.  Her face is still tilted up at me, nuzzling at my chin while I work my magic on her buttons and zippers.  I am not quite as nice with her clothes.  I just toss them away.  She gives me a look.  I can tell she really doesn't like that too much and I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing as I turn her around to face me.]  

HEATHER: [I clench my teeth as I watch him toss my clothing aside haphazardly.  I have to wear those later!  I still have my boots on, however.  Soft black leather.  In a bit of a pique, I consider stepping on his foot but manage to restrain myself.  Barely.  The sight of him, naked and aroused, tugging my hand with him as he backs up to the bench goes a long way toward easing my displeasure.  I smile at the sight of him.  So lithe and confident.  His cock standing up for me, thick and proud.  Sex flush warming his skin.  He is a beautiful man.]

DINO: [I sit and crook my finger at her so she knows I want her to put each foot up on my leg, one at a time, so I can get those boots off.  Good thing they're not the lace up kind because we're already running out of time.  I wonder if she's forgotten that anyone could wake up at any time or that Curry could come walking back to check on the passengers.  A pointed look gets my message across perfectly and she blushes.  I see her bite her lip and her eyes dart from my dick to the door.  That's right, honey.  Remember where you are.]

HEATHER: [He always makes me forget myself.  The way he is with me, it transports me to some other place.  His mind, perhaps.  I feel like I'm in his head and he's in mine.  I've completely forgotten about the others.  All but Lachlan.  I think, in my heart of hearts, the fear of being discovered by him has never truly left me.  Still, I am realistic.  I know he will be looking to get Darce alone somewhere so it's not that I feel guilty... I just don't want to flaunt this in his face.  What I share with Dino is for him and him alone.]

DINO: [I decide that there's one thing she won't be expecting tonight from me.  I've let us go slow on purpose because I want to shock her just a bit.  See if I can make her talk even though she knows she can't.  It's not that I want her to fail.  I never want that.  I want to walk her right up to where she's challenged the most and then let her see she's got more in her than she realizes.]  

HEATHER: [It's hard not to say anything once I remember anyone might catch us together in here.  He has deliberately set me on edge again and yet, somehow, I still feel safe.  It's like he holds my hand while taking me right up to the edge of where I think I can go and then he lets go so I can go on farther.  Alone... but still safe.  Always safe with him.  I twine my fingers with his and squeeze his hand, willing him to understand that I have given myself completely into his care.]

DINO: [I smile at the touch of her tiny hand.  She feels safe with me.  As I do with her.  It almost makes what I'm about to do seem brutal but I do it anyway.  She can read something in me and I see her shiver in anticipation as I reach out for her, getting the bra with one snap and then my fingers hook on the panties and down they go.  She's naked before me except for the bra that's open at the front and hanging loose but still captured around her shoulders.  That one lingering scrap of wispy fabric makes her seem incredibly vulnerable.  I feel the wildness inside me flare in response.]  

HEATHER: [The feeling between us now, it is like that moment before dry tinder flashes into flame.  I bite my lip; afraid the words might slip out, aching for him to make his final demand of me.  Dean, please....] 

DINO: [She tries to catch my eyes but I am already whipping her around.  Forcing her to her knees.  Coming in behind her.  Almost roughly shoving her onto her hands.  I cannot help the way this makes me feel.  A combination of taking advantage and letting her see what I want.  I know it's almost not right.  I know she'll feel she has to rise to my challenge.  Maybe she doesn't want to do this... but I know she will.  For me.  And for herself.]    

HEATHER: [I gasp at his rough treatment and feel my body become even more loose and wet.  It's nearly impossible keep the words in.  I almost wish for the gag.  He makes me feel like a wild thing.  I like it.  And I like feeling him on the edge.  I want to give him what he wants but I also want to challenge him, to be someone who makes him challenge himself.  And how strange in this moment of sheer masculine domination, that he also shows me his most vulnerable face.  He has shown me exactly what he wants, without any hesitation or reservation of any kind.  His fantasy uncensored, as it is in his own mind.  I feel as if I am there with him.  It is an intensely intimate act to share your erotic dreamscape with another and it is a bigger thrill for me than any sexual act between us could ever be.]   

DINO: [My knee separates her legs, making her knees widen their stance.  Her elbows are locked.  Her arms are shaking.  The carpet is rough under our knees.  I grab her hips and pull her back toward me as I seek a fast entry.  I don't have to feel her....I can smell her... I saw her damp panties... I know she's ready for me.]

HEATHER: [I flip my hair with a toss of my head, hoping to see him over my shoulder.  His face is hard and set, jaw clenched and eyes dark and dangerous.  I suddenly realize that aside from our two kisses, he hasn't really touched me.  He wanted only the touch of my mouth on his cock and to bury himself between my legs.  Mouth and cunt.  It sounds crude and yet it is not.  He is the dominant partner here and yet oddly, also the most vulnerable.  He risks much to give me such a revealing look into his head.]  

DINO: [Hot.  Wet.  Tight.  That little arch she does to welcome me in.  Jesus.  Pushing herself back at me even though I know she's still in that period of adjustment before I've really opened her up.  I don't really care.  A few more thrusts and it won't matter.  She can't even catch her breath all of a sudden.  She has to be wondering if I might go too far.  I want to... but we both know she won't want any marks on her.  Not this trip.  We may joke, but we both know I'd never violate what she has with Curry....even if all I can think about in this one moment is putting my teeth on her neck to secure her to me while we finish this.]

HEATHER: [Blunt pressure gives way to such a sweet stretch.  I can take him this way.  I'm ready.  Tasting him has made me soft and wet.  I am a little worried by the more violent nature of our coupling, but with that rising wildness is also trust.  It's always like that with him.  Wonder and trust.  Sometimes one outweighs the other, but I know he'd never hurt me.  I wouldn't be here on my knees with him if I didn't know that.  He is rutting harder, shunting me across the small patch of carpet until my hands are braced on the door, giving him the resistance I know he needs to thrust against.  Oh, God.  God....]      

DINO: [We're both dying.  We need to come.  Her body is shaking but we're trying to hold on.]  

HEATHER: [I need to feel him.  Inside.  Deeper.  I tell him the only way I can.]

DINO: [She arches her back and sinks down lower on her elbows, offering herself.  Showing me....she will let me go deeper.  Showing me she needs it.  Wants it.  Before I know it, we're both gasping and moaning.  But we are so involved in this, so far into each other's heads, that we just don't need words....we don't want to ruin it.  I can't say what I want.  I want to tell her to come for me.  I want to beg her to do it because I don't think I can hold on much longer.]     

HEATHER: [So close.  I squeeze around him hard, urging him on.  I feel how close we are.  Hear it in the cadence of our breathing.  Feel it in the feel of wild movements of our bodies.  In the way his hands grip me.  In the way his body slaps against mine.  I feel our need.  Yes... more... harder....]

DINO: [We feel it but I can't say it... so I touch her.  I'm rude.  I am almost rough in how I'm pawing over her clit, trying to show her my desperation.  Come for me!  Come on!  She shakes and stiffens under my fingers and I feel her contract tight around me with a gasp.  I make this whimper and know she hears me.  God, how her coming makes me feel.]

HEATHER: [I hear the words as if he's spoken them directly into my head.  Come for me.  I start to come, fluttering rhythmically around the thick cock buried so deep inside me.]

DINO: [Just as she begins to come, just as I feel her losing to it.....I pinch her so hard on the ass and she squeals out my name.]

HEATHER: Dean!

DINO: [Satisfaction burns through me and I'm laughing as I start to come... Only now, I'm intent on me, on getting what I need....big hand on the small of her back holding her in just the right position to make it so good for me.  She's still coming and I know she's so goddamned angry at me but it makes her come harder....increasing her pleasure.  And mine.  And when I'm finished pumping into her, I don't show her much in the way of mercy.  I grab her around the waist and drag her over onto the ground with me.  She's smacking out at me, not at all pleased....but then I've got her laying on top of me and as she takes one good look at the smile on my face, she sees the humor in this and now we're both trying so hard not to giggle out loud.] 

HEATHER: [That pinch!  Dirty pool!  He is such a rotten sneaky bastard!  Of course, seeing that smile on his face, seeing the way it's warmed his eyes so much... God, I'd never deny him that.  He smiles too much for other people and not enough for himself.  To be even the smallest part of something that could put such a look on his face?  That just makes me feel so damned good.  And you know something else?  I'll bite my tongue in two before I say another stinking word to him this entire flight.  Heh.]  

DINO: [That little sparkle in her eye... oh, man.  She doesn't even need to talk.  I know exactly what that look means.  One order of silent treatment, coming up.  And you know what?  I rather figured she'd do that... but it was so worth it.  She should have seen her face.  But it was nothing compared to the final part.  I make us both get up and get dressed.  We wash up best we can but I've got the advantage on her.  No underwear, see?  So I'm rushing to get dressed before her and then I'm out the door.] 

HEATHER: [God, he's worse than a kid, racing me to get dressed... tossing my shirt back into the far corner so I have to go scrambling after it while he gives himself one last once-over in the mirror and takes off with a cheesy grin.  Heh.  He's so cute.  I am also aware he's trying to protect me.  I know this will look better if we don't both come out of the bathroom at once, flushed and pleasure-soaked.  As I finish up the last of my buttons and smooth down my skirt, I look into the mirror and can't help but smile at what I see staring back at me.  A well loved woman in every sense of the word.]

DINO: [I was out the door first....which means I'm sitting all comfy cozy in my seat, minding my own business, knocking against Bud's chair... telling him I'm sorry for waking him.  He says something nasty.  Hando's griping.  And out comes Heather.  Heh.  God, being me is so fucking much fun.]

HEATHER: [He is terrible!  I try to retain some semblance of composure but inside I am screaming with laughter.  He is such a pain... but oh, how I love it.  Of course, I can't let that go unchallenged, even if I am a bit worried someone might guess what just happened.  I wonder if he can see my hand as I walk to my seat.  It's in the folds of my skirt but I give him a subtle one finger salute under the guise of rubbing my leg.] 

DINO: [I am enjoying this so much.  Now, nobody actually saw us both in there, but they gotta figure something might have happened if we were both awake... but they don't really know for sure.  Except that Hando catches her little one finger salute.  Heh.  Her eyes widen at the look he throws her.  Hey, don't blame me, honey.  That's your fault.  I was trying to protect your honor.] 

HEATHER: [Oh God!  Please don't let Hando have seen that.  Please!  Of course, of all the men on this flight, I know Dino'd like him to catch it the most.  Hando gives me this look and I'm sure he knows... God, he can probably smell it.  Fresh meat.  I swallow an absurd giggle of giddy laughter.  Not quite so fresh anymore.]

DINO: [Oh boy.  She's sure sweating it.  Love watching that color creep up her neck.  I don't know if Hando knows for sure, but I had this idea....and no doubt after we toss him and Carol in the bathroom later in the flight, he'll know someone was doing it in there.  Man, I love being bad.] 

HEATHER: [For all my anxiety, I feel boneless and happy.  It's hell trying to keep the smile off my face when I look and Dino, even if I want to wrap my hands around his neck and choke the crap out of him.  I smother a giggle.  Really, though, all I want to do is curl up in his lap and sleep with his arms around me.]

DINO: [I'm such a man... She's trying to regain her composure and all I want to do is stretch out and sleep.  Good thing the cabin's dark.  She's got a blush on her that just won't quit.  And I imagine it doesn't help much when Curry comes strolling out of the cockpit.  I watch her pretend to be sleeping.  She shuts her eyes immediately and I just know she's hoping he'll think she's asleep so he won't guess the truth.  But I am a gentleman.  I know it won't be nice for him to catch on... so I jump up and ask him for a tour of the flight area.  Stay up there with him at least a half our while he bores me to tears with all the gadgets and the shit he talks.  Heh.  The sacrifices I make for her....]

So, here were are.  All of us back in our seats and behaving like good little boys and girls.  At least for now.  We're maybe thirty minutes from landing.  Lach has already turned the cabin lights back on and the cockpit door is open.  Every now and then I can hear the chatter of the radio as he and Phil talk to the tower, getting ready for their final approach.

Although I usually have my nose pressed to the window, this time I can't really take my eyes off Dino.  He's in the seat across the aisle, resting quietly with a small smile on his face.  Every now and then he looks over at me and our eyes meet.  His are warm and happy.  It makes me smile inwardly.  For all the shit he talks about Terry, I know he's looking forward to this trip. 

There is more than just friendly amusement in his eyes, though.  There is also something else in them when he looks at me now.  I wonder for the hundredth time since he shared his fantasy with me, how it's possible for two people to so fully share something like that, to be so far into each other's heads.  That he would share it with me, now, like this....it just makes what I feel for him so much stronger. 

This time when our eyes met, I extend my hand across the aisle and he reached out to take it.  His touch was sure, his hand warm and firm as it held mine.  It seems stupid, but that is my favorite memory of him from this flight.  No games.  No fantasies.  Just real heartfelt affection. 

His eyes are closed again but he hasn't released my hand.  I know the moment won't last long.  The golden ones never do.  Pretty soon someone will come walking down the aisle and we'll have to part, but for now, I plan on enjoying the hell out of it.

I felt the weight of a stare on me and looked up to find Lach standing beside the cockpit door, stretching his legs while he bummed a Coke from the galley.  I saw his eyes slide from my face to where I was holding hands with Dino and then back again.  He shook his head in amusement and smiled.  I smiled back.  And as he turned and disappeared back into the cockpit, I felt Dino squeeze my hand.  And what do you know?  He was smiling too.