My Fallen Angel

"You can't stay mad at me forever," I muttered, arms crossed as I sat beside Ashlan, who was giving me the silent treatment and had been for the past four hours.
He ignored me, and I looked at him huffily.
"Ashlan, you know I didn't mean anything harmful," I murmured, keeping my eyes on his, which never veered from the magazine he was reading. "I would never say anything like that with the intentions of hurting your feelings."
His lips twitched, and I didn't know if that was a good sign or a bad one.
I propped my chin in my hand, gazing at him.
He could only ignore me for so long.
I glanced across the row where Andy snoozed, his partner seat vacant, and everyone else was starting to doze as well.
"Ashlan," I leaned closer to him, letting my fingertips brush his thigh enticingly, "please don't be upset."
He pressed his lips into a thin line.
Hrm.
I leaned even closer, pressing my nose into his neck, knowing it was cold and knowing he would shiver at the touch. I grinned, letting my hand rest familiarly on his thigh as I pressed kisses to his throat.
He couldn't resist me long; the fact he hadn't touched me so far was admirable.
I nipped lightly at his shoulder, and his hands clenched on the magazine, nearly ripping the paper as I walked my fingers closer to his zipper, the dark jeans he wore unable to hide how excited he was growing.
He suddenly huffed, slapping the magazine over his lap and turning his piercing red gaze to mine, trying to look annoyed and not tempted but failing.
I bit my lip in amusement. "Don't be mad at me."
"How can I be mad?" he sighed. "When you know all my weaknesses?"
I smiled, feeling relieved.
And suddenly thoughtful.
I grinned, and hopped to my feet.
"Where are you going?" Ash frowned at me as I stood.
"Why don't you find out?" I whispered in his ear as I slipped past him, darting to the back of the plane where the bathroom was.
I slipped the door open and stepped inside the cramped space, waiting a few moments.
I glanced at my reflection, seeing my red curls were messy today, and my cheeks were flushed with color. I looked a complete and utter mess and really this pink top wasn't flattering to my coloring.
I glanced over my shoulder as the door opened behind me, and I felt pleased as Ashlan stepped behind me, irked.
"How do you get me into these situations?" he grumbled, flicking the lock.
I grinned, turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck, capturing his lips.
We hadn't been together since before he'd left, and I was craving him, his touch, his scent --- I wanted it all over me.
And I wanted it now.
I bit his lip, drawing blood, and he groaned as it filled our mouths, heightening our senses and making every touch burn. He pressed closer to me, forcing me against the sink, his hands slipping under my shirt.
"Ashlan," I breathed, his teeth nibbling on my throat.
His hand tangled in my curls, forcing my head back and my neck to be exposed as he left hot kisses down to my collarbone.
"I missed your scent," he murmured huskily, flicking the button of my jeans open. "And I don't want to fight."
"I don't either," I gasped, his fingers forcing their way inside me sharply, not even bothering to finish getting my jeans off.
I moaned, and he clamped his hand over my mouth, his fingers curling inside me, hitting my spot and making me whimper.
He grinned, replacing his hand with his lips and jerking my panties down my thighs, his tongue tracing my lower lip languidly.
He pumped his fingers inside me, and I clenched my hands in his hair, it all I could do to keep quiet as he brought me closer and closer to climax, his thumb stroking my clit as he quickened his pace.
My pleasure was escalating ridiculously fast and---.
"Ah!" I tilted my head back, I couldn't take much more!
I gasped, arching my hips against his hand eagerly as I felt myself nearly there, my muscles clenching around his digits ---- and he pulled away.
No!
My eyes flashed open and to his, a devious look on his face.
"Don't tease me!" I hissed, frustrated, and he grinned, tugging painfully on my hair and forcing my head back again.
"Don't fight with me then."
I growled, dragging his face back to mine forcefully, not about to let him get away with torturing me like that.
I slipped my hands to his belt, quickly getting it open and knocking it aside. I slid my hand down his hips slowly, raking my nails against the tender flesh and leaving red lines.
He hissed against my lips as blood beaded.
I wrapped my fingers around his already hard length, my thumb flicking over the tip expertly, making him moan softly.
I could torture him just as he did me.
I chuckled, kissing his throat, my breath hot on his skin as I made him putty in my hands.
He abruptly wrenched my head back by my hair with a growl, forcing my hand away from him and lifting me onto the small counter at the same time.
He rammed into me, and I gasped, bracing myself against the mirror as I wrapped my legs around his hips.
He was still mad at me, but I didn't blame him.
"A-Ash ---," I couldn't even finish his name, his hand was pulling my hair by the roots and his mouth was on my breast, lavishing my skin with his tongue and sending spasms of pleasure through my body.
I wasn't even sure when he'd moved my shirt.
Why couldn't anyone else pleasure me like this?
My stomach clenched, and fire raced through my veins as I clawed him closer, my skin burning.
I moaned, unable to help myself, feeling like I was smothering in the small space.
"Don't you dare," Ashlan hissed, grinding my hips against his. "Not until I say so!"
"But ---." He couldn't expect me to hold out, I couldn't!
"No," he grunted, roughly pulling me against his chest, his fingers tightly pressing into my cheeks as he made sure I felt every inch of him inside me, creating a wave of pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, groaning.
I pressed my lips into his shoulder with a whimper, my nails digging through the white material as I clung to him, overly warm and ready to crawl out of my skin after a few more minutes.
"Ashlan!"
He gave a breathless chuckle, kissing me intensely as my orgasm hit me hard, making my legs go weak and it hard to breathe, my muscles clenching tiredly.
He moaned as I collapsed against him, finding his own release only when he knew I couldn't take anymore.
He was way too satisfied at my exhaustion.
"You're mean," I mumbled tiredly, and I felt him grin, everything between my thighs extremely sensitive.
"So are you," he chuckled, caressing my back slowly.
"Passengers, please return to your seats and buckle up, we will be landing soon, " a pleasant voice suddenly announced, and I raised my eyes to the ceiling; they would say that when my legs wouldn't work.
"Come on," Ashley sighed, sitting me on the counter and stepping back. "I'll go first and then you follow."
"Fine," I grimaced as I shimmied into my jeans, fumbling with the button.
He could excite me and wear me out at the same time, I didn't understand.
I caught him before he could flick the lock, my hands tangling in his hair as I kissed him slowly, and he hesitated before he kissed me back.
"What is it?" I asked, pulling away.
Why was he suddenly hesitating?
Did we not just make up?
"Nothing," he murmured, giving me a sad sort of smile as he caressed my cheek. "Nothing at all. Come on, let's sit down."
"But I thought ---."
"It's not like they couldn't hear you anyway," he snorted, and I blushed; I hadn't been that loud, had I?
My cheeks burned as we hastily shuffled to our seats, and the guys all shot each other amused glances as we quickly buckled, all of them awake now and already buckled.
Fuck, I guess I had been loud.
Or, I thought, snickering at Ashlans hair, that gave us away.
"It's not like yours is any better," he mumbled, hastily patting it down.
I cringed as I looked in the small handheld mirror; he was right, it was worse.

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