You’ve been a flight attendant for the past five years and it’s the best job you’ve ever had. You couldn’t imagine doing anything else. You get to travel the world and get paid to do it! All you have to do is serve your passengers some food and drinks, easy enough.
This was your last flight of the day, a nonstop flight from Vancouver to Texas. You were on this route often and always loved it. When you had a few days off you would stay in Texas for a few days or in Vancouver if that was your last flight. They were two beautiful areas, each unique.
Today you had a pretty empty flight so it was going to be easy. Especially since you spotted a very attractive green-eyed man. When he was getting on the plane you made eye contact with the gentleman and he flashed you a smile that could have melted you into a puddle. He turned and took the front seat that was right next to your jump seat. How were you going to concentrate on this flight!? A very tall man sat in the seat next to him and as he sat down he elbowed his green-eyed friend and snickered.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, okay?” Emma sends him a nervous little side glance, fingers twisting together as their shoulders graze while he walks her to her door.
“What’s that, love?” He chuckles lightly.
She pauses in front of it, turning and bracing against the wood while she looks at him. The corners of her mouth tug up, helpless to the softness in his eyes that so clearly mirrors the softness on his face.
“I had a really good time tonight.”
His grin lights up the dim hallway and there’s a sweet little tug on her heart.
“Were you expecting not to?” he wonders. He inches just a little closer until the toes of their shoes — his boots, her stilettos — are touching.
“I don’t…” She sighs as she ponders the words to use, finds her body swaying involuntarily towards him. “I don’t know what I was expecting to be honest.”
Killian’s smile widens and he absentmindedly reaches up to hook her chin with his index finger, thumb brushing over the little dent there for a moment. “You laughed a lot,” he comments. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh so much.”
She can feel the joy in his voice, knowing that he’d caused that, and it makes her stomach flip. She shrugs nonchalantly though, brushes it off like it’s not a big deal, but her own smile matches his (so much so that her cheeks actually ache from it). “I suppose you have your moments of being exceedingly funny.”
He slides in, leans in close until she can see the dark rim of blue just around his lighter blue irises, until his scent — spice and leather and Killian — imprints itself into her memory and makes her sigh again.
As we begin our journey into the glorious land of Iris/Barry and get nearer and nearer to the inevitable fic, I feel like we all need a reminder of the realities of speedsters. Particularly ones who are known for their uh vibrational abilities…
No, don’t thank me. I’m just here to help you with your porn.