“You’re staring,” Amy said, sliding one earbud out. Her voice was quiet, for Luisa alone.
“Can’t help it,” Luisa replied, smiling back.
Amy’s smile widened just a little to almost a grin. “That makes two of us.”
Luisa laughed quietly, trying not to draw attention to them. Their flight was nearly empty, a mid-week flight from LA to London, and there were only six other passengers in the business class cabin, all of whom seemed to be asleep. The lights were dimmed and, if they were sensible, Amy and Luisa should be getting some sleep too.
They’d got a pair of seats next to each other, designed for couples travelling together, and with the divider down they were as good as sat in one giant seat, the perfect arrangement for them.
Amy reached out under the blanket between them and squeezed Luisa’s knee, and Luisa’s heart jumped. Amy just seemed to be able to do that to her, like there was a switch but only Amy knew where it was.
They’d been as good as inseparable for three weeks in LA. Days spent over the weekends swimming, hiking, laughing at nothing. Nights spent out and then tangled together, mouths, hands, bodies hungry and sated, and hungry again. The only thing that had come between them was work.
They’d told each other that they were in love, and they meant it. At least Luisa knew that she did… she loved Amy like she’d never loved anyone before.
But there was an undercurrent. Something unspoken. Something about this not being real life, a worry for Luisa that she was Amy’s holiday fling, her rebound from splitting with her boyfriend, one of several alongside this person Sarah that she knew Amy had been seeing but rarely talked about and God knew who else.
Except Luisa wanted it to be real, with every fibre of her being.
Amy squeezed her knee again. “I can hear you thinking.”
“You cannot.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Ok, what am I thinking?”Let’s play a little game,Luisa thought.
“You’re thinking how devastatingly sexy I am.” Amy laughed. “That and how much you’re looking forward to the London weather.”
“One out of two…. not bad.”
“What did I get wrong?”
Luisa leaned closer. “Come here.”
Amy’s brow furrowed, but she leaned closer, their heads nearly touching.
“What?” Amy whispered, smiling but wary.
“The lavatory,” Luisa whispered back, feeling wicked and reckless and loving it. “The big one at the front. Five minutes.”
Amy’s smile took on a hungry edge. “You’re serious?”
Luisa shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Totally serious.”
“This is crazy,” Amy whispered with a quick kiss on Luisa’s cheek, but she was already unfastening her seatbelt. “If we get arrested…”
Luisa sat there for a moment longer after Amy left, letting the tension build. She knew how to make an entrance. After three minutes by her watch, no four, to make Amy wait she rose, stretching casually as if she were going for a walk. No one paid her any attention as she strolled towards the front of the cabin. The door opened almost instantly when she knocked, and Amy pulled her in by the front of her hoodie. The door clicked shut behind them and Amy locked it.
Luisa pushed Amy back against the wall, her hands already sliding under Amy’s hoodie, cold fingers meeting hot skin. Amy’s breath caught.
“You’re going to get me in trouble,” Amy said quietly, grabbing Luisa’s hips.
“It takes two,” Luisa said, and kissed her.
It was messy, desperate. Luisa didn’t care. Her hands found Amy’s breasts, pushing her bra up, her fingers teasing her nipples until she felt Amy moan into her mouth. Amy’s own hands had found Luisa’s rear and were squeezing hard.
“This was your idea,” Amy whispered against her ear. “You’d better not half finish it.”
