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RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 02-02-2018

Julianna couldn’t tell if he was laughing with her or at her. She thought about it briefly and a personal assessment revealed that she didn’t care, because she was looking at her like...that. With that there might be something happening here look. That we both know it, but we can’t talk about gaze. They didn’t have to talk about it, if they were just going to keep staring at each other.

She couldn’t help the second, or perhaps, the third, nervous chuckle that bubbled out of her. It didn’t take much coaxing from him to get her to released her own hand and intertwine it with his. “I never much cared for roller coasters,” she admitted. She looked away from him and pressed her head against the back of her seat. “That feeling that you get in your stomach that everyone says they love? Yeah, I hate that part.” She couldn’t look to where he was pointing at the window. Shaking her head back and forth against the headrest.

At some point her eyes had squeezed together, but the popped open when he informed her that the plane was equipped with a bedroom. The information somehow awed her, but didn’t not surprise her at the same time. Of course the luxurious jet would have a bed. “It couldn’t hurt,” she agreed, risking a glance at him and noticing the redness to his face. “I’m sure the twins will be a handful when we land.” Julianna wondered if she continued to sit there, if he would continue to hold her hand. But then again, he could be hinting that he wanted some time to himself. Uncurling her fingers from him, she released herself from the seat and stood.

“Wake me up if the twins need anything,” she suggested, as she moved towards the room.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 02-02-2018

Julianna had made it so very clear that she was quite uncomfortable with the flight situation that when she abruptly took her hand from him and got up to retreat to the bedroom that Owen worried she might be sick. He released his belt and rushed after her into the back of the plane. One of the attendants delayed him asking if he needed anything but Owen begged off her offers and headed after Julianna.

He gave the door that separated the main cabin from the bedroom a quick warning knock before he slipped inside and closed it behind him. He was aware of the burning gaze of the attendant, who, he feared was suspicious about his sudden retiring to the bedroom with his nanny.

“Are you alright, Julianna?” He asked putting his paranoia behind him. “We could have ginger ale or some Zofran brought if you’re feeling sick.”

Owen was feeling very stifled himself. The awkwardness of their unsettled encounter weighed on him. The possibility that the attendant suspected something. The possibility that Julianna would be miserable and uncomfortable the whole trip because of him.

“Or...is it...?” He slid out of his suit coat and unbuttoned his shirt cuffs to roll his sleeves him. “I don’t want you to feel…” He trailed off and said some light curse and a few more sentences to himself in German. “I don’t want this to be…”

His laugh was self-conscious and Owen planted his hands on his hips smiling helplessly at her. Another swear in German. “Why am I so nervous? I haven’t been nervous around a woman in - I don’t know - years.”

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 02-04-2018

Julianna whipped around to face him as if he had startled her. She had taken her hair down. It flared outwards with the movement before settling over her shoulders in a cascade of messy curls. She hadn’t expected Owen to follow her, having convinced herself that he had been all but politely asking her to leave not moments before.

“I’m feeling fine,” she reassured. Green eyes searched his face. “You suggested a nap. I uh…” she trailed off as her eyes rolled away from him. She laughed a little. It sounded breathless and embarrassed. “I thought you wanted some time alone.” She admitted this conclusion, drawn as a result of their encounter the evening before and just that very morning. Julianna couldn’t blame him for feeling wary of her.

As he removed article, Julianna sat on the edge of the bed. She waited to hear what he was trying to say to her. He was smiling, but the conversation didn’t strike her as particularly amusing. Perhaps, it would have been if she wasn’t feeling so despondent about it. As if she had done something wrong. Which she undoubtedly had, but she didn't want to feel like it.

“I’m perfectly fine,” she half-lied. “I understand if you’re feeling uncomfortable because of what I’ve done.” She used both hands to push her hair behind her ears as her attention turned to the floor of the plane. Apparently, she was intent on taking the blame, potentially misinterpreting his nervousness. “It was forward and unprofessional and presumptuous. I am willing to turn in a resignation or accept my termination when we return to the states.”

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 02-07-2018

“No that wasn’t -” he tried to counter her assumption that he had wanted time alone. His words failed him as his eyes trailed over the change in her hair style. She always seemed to pull it back. It made sense, her job was to handle grabby children all that curly hair looked like a liability when sticky hands were involved. It was a shame, though, that she didn’t wear it down more often.

He wanted to find some way to tell her that but she was going on about a resignation. He was distracted thinking about her hair and the last time he’d touched it. Well, really the only time. When he’d grabbed her and shoved her against the counter. And the feeling of her ass then had been -

Owen hovered there near the door looking troubled. His brow was furrowed as he considered her words. One hand was working to unbutton the sleeve of his shirt so he could roll it up to his elbow. He didn’t finish the task before his feet took him across the room and stopped him right in front of where she sat on the bed forcing her to look up the length of his body at him.

Owen bent down so that their faces were close. He pressed his fists into the mattress next to her thighs and his mouth hard against hers. This time he was more confident that his advances would be wanted. He shoved her back against the bed and half knelt over her on the edge of the mattress as his mouth moved against hers. Somehow, one of his hands had found their way into her hair and he gripped a handful of curls. He pulled back slightly, breathless. “I won’t accept a resignation from you.”

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 02-22-2018

Julianna had still been going on about her probably mistakes and the possibility of her termination. Rambling almost, she had missed the almost dumbfounded expression he wore. She stopped talking when he was in front of her, caught off guard by his approach. She inhaled deeply and rolled her eyes upwards to gaze up the length of his body until she met his eyes. Her lips rolled inwards, looking nervous as he hovered over her for those few silent moments.

The kiss was expected and somehow not. His face was suddenly so close and then his mouth was crashing against hers before she could process it. Not that she wanted to process it, or overthink it like she’d been doing this entire time. This was what she wanted. To kiss him, and so much more.

This moment happened almost as fast as their encounter in the kitchen. His hands were next to her, and then they were on her. His body was moving closer and hers was responding without thought because her mind was blissfully blank. Her knees parted to make space for his as he leaned on the bed and then she was laying upon it, kissing him fiercely with his hand in her hair. Some part of her brain not completely muddled by Owen reminded her that she should be quiet.

When he pulled away her heart was pounding in her ears as she attempted slow, even breaths through her mouth. “What about the attendant?” She whispered, eyes searching his face, even as she gave him another outlet to change his mind.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 04-15-2018

Owen’s brow knitted for a brief second as his mind remembered everything. The plane, the attendant. They were on a trip. A very long trip. It would be a very long trip indeed if they stopped now and had to sit cooped up in the plane for hours thinking about yet another close encounter.

His mouth still hovering close to hers spread into a smirk. His eyebrow lifted. “Julianna.” His voice was full of play while his hand untangled from her curls. “What are you saying? You can’t be quiet?” He mocked. His hand didn’t have far to travel to finger one of her curls. Idly, he pulled it down to watch the curl spring back.

“Or…” He trailed off, his eyes rolling to where he played with her hair. “Is that your way of saying you’d rather not?” He pushed her hair away from her ear and leaned closer to kiss her ear. “What, are you already part of the mile high club? Not impressed by my jet, is that it?” He teased against her ear.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 05-17-2018

Even with his face so close to hers she could still that playful smirk slowly curl at one corner of his mouth. Julianna had given Owen a get out of jail free card so to speak to avoid the sexually charged interaction and he hadn’t taken it. He was even going so far as to tease her, which sparked the same boldness she had felt the night before with him in the kitchen.

“I can be quiet,” she insisted with a cute pout. Bottom lip tinged red from the adamant way he had pressed his mouth to hers jutted forward. Her hands returned to his body, placed gently on either side of him. She trailed fingers in towards his stomach before her hands smoothed up over his chest. He kissed her ear with a tickling softness and she turned her face against his shoulder to muffle giggles to prove her point. She wriggled beneath him, and lifted her chin, because the trade off for being so close to her meant she could sigh, “oh, I’m very impressed,” against his ear.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 06-22-2018

Owen suppressed the natural need to giggle at the feathering breath that brushed over his ear. He shrugged his shoulder involuntarily against the tickling sensation. The hand in her hair tightened into a hard fist full of curls. He pulled her head back away from him to deprive her of making him respond that way again. “Oh can you?” He asked as if he wasn’t convinced.

“We’ll see,” he challenged letting go of her hair to tae her hands one by one and pinning them to the bed above her head. He admired the contrast in their skin as he spread his hand out to encompass both of her wrists to free his other hand.

His hand went between their bodies and worked its way down the front of her pants. Fingers constrained by tight jeans worked against the front of her panties, pressing them against her clit until the pads of his fingers felt slick.

He kept his face just far enough from hers that she wouldn’t be able to surprise him with a kiss while he tested her.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 07-25-2018

Despite all the confidence and sass in her tone, Julianna's face flushed red when Owen trapped her arms above her head. Something about the way he was gazing down at her made her feel exposed and vulnerable even though she was still clothed. How quickly her first flight and a plane attendant seemed to fade away when he put his hands on her. She very suddenly did not want to be quiet as he finally touched her the way she had been fantasizing about since before she had gone down on him in the kitchen.

Owen was still mostly on top of her, pinning her with his hands and his body. She could hardly move, and certainly couldn't make a sound as he teased her. She couldn't even kiss him. She exhaled sharply to avoid a whimper, and she wondered if he was being so withholding on purpose. Her wetness was obvious as he continued his tortuous ministrations. This was as sort of payback, she was sure, for how quickly she had pounced on him in the kitchen. Julianna was trying to focus on her breathing, unsure of what could be heard on the other side of the cabin walls, or how closely a potentially nosy flight attendant could be listening. It was difficult however, as her body twitched and trembled as Owen continued to touch her and she wanted to vocalize her enjoyment. If they went any further, she wasn't sure she could guarantee her silence.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 11-18-2019

Owen watched her with curious intent as she battled with managing her mounting need. Her small frame writhed some beneath him and he was sorry that she wasn’t more undressed so he could enjoy the view more. The involuntary twitches of her leg muscles told him that if he pressed her she might finish. Now that he’d made a slick mess of her panties, he was tired of the constriction her pants caused.
He released her wrists and reclaimed his hand in the same moment. He shifted his body weight so that he could hastily unbutton her jeans and he tugged them off her, discarding them haphazardly on the floor.

“We’ll see how quiet you can be.” His tone was more aggressive than usual. A husky smokiness had come into his voice with the heat of the moment. He had visions of her body contorted beneath him, tits bouncing as he fucked her into the bed while she struggled to maintain composure. He had ideas for if she couldn't be quiet too. Plenty of ways to shut a girl up.

There was something unsparing in the way he handled her to get her out of her shirt and bra. Like the purpose he had for her was nakedness and she had inconvenienced him by being anything but. He slipped out of his own button down shirtand shoved his pants down with a jingle of his belt. Fuck it. He just wanted his cock in her. She looked so fuckable, curls spread out around her head, cheeks flushed and lips red with hard kissing.

He bent her in half on her back, maneuvering her legs up on his shoulders so that her ankles were behind his ears. He wet his cock in her arousal, teasing her with it, he leaned forward, forcing her legs towards her chest as she pushed inside her. He leaned on one forearm with the other hand hooked behind her knee as he thrust emphatically into her testing how committed she was to maintain a sense of propriety with the other parties on board.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 12-05-2019

A noise of protest caught in her throat when he pulled away from her. She briefly presented her challenge to be quiet when she wanted nothing more than to vocalize her desire for him, and she had been so so close to unraveling at the work of his hands. Julianna forced even and quiet breathing through her nose. She lifted her hips as he tugged at her jeans, even though is enthusiasm did not warrant the need for her assistance. He was aggressive with her in a way that set her heart to racing and she ached to have him inside her.

Removing the rest of her clothing pulled her up into a sitting position. She lifted her arms and watched as the fabrics were deposited carelessly on the floor. Her curls were a bit tangled from his earlier grip on her and tumbled over her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell with the panting breaths she tried to keep metered. Julianna posed prettily on the bed for the few moments it took him to undress. Half-lidded green gaze was hot and hungry for him.

Julianna gasped in surprise as he pushed her back against the bed, legs already pinned against her chest. She pleaded with him barely above a whisper. "Please." A singular word that insisted he stop teasing and just fuck her already. Owen obliged. Her fingers dug into his biceps as he thrust into her and she failed the test he had set for her almost immediately. A moan escaped her and she bit her lip, but it did little but smother the sound into desperate whimpers.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - saronym - 12-11-2019

Leaning so low over her created an intense angle out of her body. It also placed his ear near her mouth as she moaned and tried to control the sounds she made. He turned his head and briefly buried his face against her neck, kissing his way towards her throat, forcing her head back. When he pounded into her, he could feel her moans vibrating against his lips on her throat.

He smirked and spoke against her neck, “Ich dachte, ich hätte dir gesagt, du sollst leise sein.”

I thought I told you to be quiet.

Except, he forgot to speak English. That happened when he was fucking, his whole nerous system sort of reverted back to it’s original programming. German.

Owen lifted up and placed his hand firmly over her mouth. Keeping his hand over her mouth, he watched her body jolting on the bed, breasts bouncing, with each pounding thrust. He seemed determined to make her scream despite his instruction to stay quiet and his hand enforcing it.

“Nur eine Schlampe möchte, dass das ganze Flugzeug es hört.”

Only a slut would want the whole plane to hear.

He didn't know if he was talking about himself or her anymore.

RE: Two of a Kind [Closed] - megs - 12-12-2019

Owen was playing against her. He was stacking the deck. He was saying something she didn't understand in a low growl against her throat that threatened to unravel her. There was a lilt enough for her to know that he was teasing her in some way. Her German was decent but not enough to piece together what he was saying when she was getting fucked like this. A sound between a laugh and a moan caught in her throat and vibrated against his mouth the teased her. Julianna didn't know at which point her silence had become a game that he was so intent on winning.

Julianna's breath hitched and his hand smothered another moan that threatened to be forced out of her by his bucking hips. He pulled back and she could see his face. Jaw set with the effort of ramming into her, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. She whimpered into his palm, and she was sure there was nothing subtle about the pace of her breathing through her nose.

There was something too delightful about having reduced him to his native tongue. As if he were losing himself to the intoxication of their tryst. His other hand gripped her thigh, still pinning one leg upwards as the other draped lazily over his shoulder. She wondered if she would find fingertip shaped bruises later. Her own hands gripped the thin duvet spread over the bed.

She was trying to stay quiet. Truly she was, but he was making it so difficult. It had just been so long since she had been so thoroughly railed and it did not help that his hand on her mouth commanded her attention enough to focus on him when he spoke again. Julianna didn't know when she had learned the German word for slut, but his filthy accusations pushed her to climax. Her back arched off the bed, and her cries were muffled by him when she came. Her legs trembled and her body tightened around his as waves of pleasure radiated from the point where their bodies met together again and again.