prompt: “We are sitting next to each other on this 14-hour flight” (and one of the two is dead afraid of flying)
word count: ~2500
rating: c for cute and i for i have no idea what this is
a/n: for my sweet friend accioecho I hope you enjoy this, my love! <3
She is ridiculous; sitting there with her hands clenched tight around the armrests. The window shade is pulled closed and she’s been buckled in for since he found his seat. Twenty minutes ago.
She’s muttering to herself and twitching, almost, with nerves.
He relaxes in his chair. They’re not due to take off yet. They’re still on the tarmac, waiting for clearance.
She’s bloody damn gorgeous, though, with her sunshine curls and her little pouted lip as she whispers encouragements (or profanities, he can’t be sure) to herself. She’s wearing what he presumes are her pajamas, her hair tied loosely over her shoulder. The sweatshirt she’s wearing tells him that she’s apparently well educated, and the little way her fingers dance and her
voice lilts make him smile.