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In a "F**king Plane"!

No amount of alcohol could subdue the violent swirling that wreaked havoc on my insides as the Boeing 747, jutted violently from the runway saying “Goodbye” to Texas.

White knuckled, panting erratically as the massive metal cylinder on steroids, climbed high into the cloudy blue horizon as Houston became nothing but a distant memory.

Finally, hearing the mechanical ding signaling we could resume our normal air-traveling activities. Grabbing my ear buds, while switching my Samsung over to my music playlist as my laptop fired to life with its majestic background screen of the Supernatural Zodiac.

I know… I am a dork but something about the supernatural always drew my attention, wondering what it would be like to shift into a creature regardless of what it was.

Keep Dreaming Elicia.

“Are you okay, sweety?” The well-aged woman with soft jade eyes and creamy ivory-tanned skin, smiled softly as she tapped my white knuckles with her slender finger.

“Yes, for now. I’m not a big fan of planes.” Laughing nervously as the soft, gray leather captain’s chair embraced my trembling body that was a last-minute change from coach.

Why not fly comfortably?

“I could tell by that “Death Grip” you had on that poor armrest. Would you like a drink?” She smiled softly as her soft floral fragrance graced my nostrils, recognizing the “White Diamonds” by Elizabeth Taylor that the head mistress of the orphanage wore like a second layer of clothing.

“I’m only nineteen.” I whispered to her softly, noticing how the royal blue silk blouse draped delicately over her slender frame like a dancer’s physique.

“Shush. Our little secret.” She motioned to the flight attendant working the First-class cabin, watching as the middle-aged woman brushed her hand delicately down the forearm of a gentleman as she approached with a condescending smile.

“Umm…Mary. Could I get a whiskey on the rocks and a coke for this young lady?” The lady spoke with a regal tone as she tapped her warm hand against mine.

Tilting her head enough to read the name tag “Mary”, pinned to the blue double-breasted suit jacket that flashed her cleavage with a “sultry” peek-a-boo of the red lace bra. Her curly brown locks with heavy blonde highlights, nodded firmly as she quickly turned with those red tinted lips that was “so the wrong color” for her skin complexion.

“She seemed “pleasant”.” Her soft chuckle made me feel at ease as I scrolled through my acceptance letter for the International School of Fine Arts in London with full scholarship.

“More condescending than pleasant.” Laughing lightly as her eyes flashed with a beautiful hue of jade, gazing down at my laptop with a perked brow.

“I’m Elicia by the way.” Holding my hand out to shake as her slender fingers, cupped my hand between hers with a gentle embrace like a polite southern greeting between two dear friends.

“Eve Arkas.” She smiled softly as her eyes studied my screen with a bright glint of excitement.

Her soft facial features spoke care-free, a woman of wisdom.

“Nice to meet you, Eve.” Smiling as the flight attendant returned with a whiskey on the rocks and a coke, smiling politely at the fake Mary as she went back to the gentleman in the front row.

Smirking as Eve switched our drinks, slipping me another coke from her bag as she motioned for me to drink the whiskey, while the flight attendant was busy flirting and chatting with the tailored suit gentleman with a man-bun of golden locks.

Sighing heavily as the warm burn gently coated my throat, swirling darkly as it hit my empty stomach with a soothing burn of relaxation.

“Thank you.” Whispering softly as she waved her hand softly at my remark, pointing to my laptop with a bright smile.

“Fine Arts. What area?” She smiled brightly, sipping her coke as the ice clinked hollowly against the cheap glass.

“Oh, Dance and Music.” Looking back at my screen, studying the information provided for check-in, housing, and start date, wanting to make sure I had everything in order before landing in London.

“Dance and Music, what a unique combination. What do you play?” Her voice held a certain calm, and gentleness that made me want to laydown in her lap and let those slender fingers brush gently through my purple and blue ombre locks that hung in gentle waves past my shoulders.

“Piano and everything else. I always had a natural gift to learn, and music was my “safe zone”.” Smiling softly at those jade eyes as she nodded in a soft agreement.

“It’s always good to have a “safe zone” but why would a beautiful young lady like you, need a “safe zone”?” Her question hit hard, debating if I should share my story with a stranger or just keep it simple.

F**k it!

New Life, New me.

“I was abandoned outside a firehouse in DeWalt Texas and placed in the care of a local orphanage as an infant.” Looking out the window as the sun’s golden rays, illuminated the cotton ball field of white puffy clouds as Eve’s warm hand gently rubbed along my forearm.

Closing my eyes as her warmth stirred something deep within, feeling the hot prickles at the corners of my eyes as tears slowly slipped down my cheeks.

“Oh, Sweet Girl! I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eve gasped softly as she reached into her purple leather Chanel purse, retrieving a soft ivory handkerchief with delicate embroidery of “EVE” stitched in a dusty blue scriptwriting along the corner.

Waving my hand as she patted at my puffy cheeks, nodding “Thank you” as she leaned back, hissing lowly as the flight attendant increased her flirting with an obnoxious laugh that sounded more like a dying cow.

“I’m sorry, it’s just my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend was supposed to be on this flight with me but here “I am”, alone.” Sighing heavily, closing my laptop as my ear buds blinked “ready”, looking up at the soft illumination of the cabin trying to settle the mess of emotions that swirled dangerously in my consciousness.

Abandoned again.

“It sounds like he hurt you badly.” Eve sipped her coke, side glancing me as my body went rigid at her words.

How the “Hell” could she tell?

Was she some kind of “Psychic”?

Side-glancing the petite woman as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, smirking at the fact I was not the only passenger that found the flight attendant “Mary” desperate for attention annoying.

“Relax. People don’t realize they wear their emotions so openly; plus, the tone you speak of “him” is less than pleasant.” Her smile tilted as she leaned back gracefully with her fingers laced delicately across her lap.

“Yeah.” Replying shortly, leaning back into the cool leather seat as images of Bain and Krystal flooded my thoughts, feeling a strange swirling heat creep along my body.

Miss Clay, the head mistress of the “Guiding Light Orphanage” allowed me to move out at sixteen because I was academically stable, and she knew living in a small-town orphanage was no place for a “Talented Soul” as she referred to my love of the fine arts.

So, the little studio apartment above the garage became my “home” for the next two years.

Bain was a drummer, funny, well-built with dark sandy locks that highlighted his natural amber eyes. He was the classic “Bad Boy”, so I was always getting an ear-full whenever Miss Clay saw him over at the apartment.

Rolling my eyes at the fact she was right that entire time.

It was weird, the whole time we went to school he never even acknowledged my existence, until the summer of Senior year. I was in the school auditorium, playing “Clair De Lune” on the baby grand that stayed hidden in the stage left access.

The tight twang of the cords as they reverberated off the tri-level tiers, sang tenderly to my heart as a shadow sat silently in the third level balcony. Scaring the shit out of me as I covered the baby grand with the black velvet sheet, clapping with that smug smirk that made his dimples pop cutely.

Kick-starting the rollercoaster of our relationship for the remaining Senior year, deciding to surprise him after graduation with an International trip to explore the history of Fine Arts abroad.

He always made me feel “special” so expect my f**king surprise, when I stood in the doorway of my apartment, listening to the sickening moans of Krystal as her legs wrapped tightly around Bain’s thrusting hips. Swallowing the bile that crept up angerly, turning quickly on my heel as the door slammed violently behind me.

Hearing that “Bitch’s” voice call for Bain as he rushed after me in his ripped, stone washed jeans that I “F**king” bought for him with my “F**king” tips, working at the diner during the dinner rush.

Gasping loudly as his hot, sweaty palm gripped my bicep turning me around to face his flushed, sweaty torso that glistened against the hot Texas sun.

Thanks to his cardio with that slut in my bed, in my apartment.

Slapping him forcefully before any words could leave his mouth.

“Enjoy.” Was all I said as the “Lyft” driver pulled-up in a metallic blue Jeep wrangler, quickly getting in with my duffle bag clinched tightly to my chest, tossing my hiking bag to the side.

“Elicia, open the f**king door.” Bain commanded as his hot palm, tapped on the tinted window with a ghostly outline of steam as the Texas heat evaporated the sweat from his palm on touch.

“Houston Airport, please.” Speaking softly as the tears finally broke past the barrier, watching as Bain ran along the sidewalk, holding up his jeans as they drifted down those muscular hips that always drove me wild.

Thank the “Gods” I managed to keep my virginity, but I still sinned.

“There’s bottled water in the back.” The driver spoke softly as he navigated the highway traffic, taking me to the airport to start the next chapter of my life without Bain.

I was stupid not listening to Miss Clay and the others, warning me about Bain and his past. Krystal was his girlfriend before we got together, knowing “full-well” she had cheated on him with a friend only made it sourer.

“Elicia?” Eve’s soft voice broke me from my treacherous thoughts as her warm hand, smoothed out the strange tingling that seemed to have intensified while I thought back on Bain and his betrayal.

“You’re better off. Besides, you are young, beautiful, and who knows what London holds for you in the future. Enjoy it.” She smiled brightly with a playful shrug of her shoulder.

“Beautiful is pushing it.” Laughing lightly as the short blonde haired flight attendant, carted our complimentary meals around with a flamboyant smile that radiated his joyful personality.

I could eat that “all” up.

OH MY GOD! Elicia, you deserve a better guy! Get yourself together.

The Watchmen
Elicia:

“Chicken or Steak, ladies?” He hummed the words as his hands waved in a flowy display of grandeur.

“Chicken please.” Smiling at his larger-than-life smile as he quickly prepped our meals, placing them down with a playful bow as he handed over our silverware.

“And to drink?” He winked at me, pointing to the empty glass lingering softly with the woodsy bouquet of whisky.

“I’ll have another whiskey and Elicia will have another coke, please Randi.” Eve winked at Randi as his eyes glimmered brightly with a strange red hue mixed with a soft green.

“Yes, Mama Eve.” Randi chuckled softly as Eve swatted playfully at his muscular arm, handing over two whiskeys and cokes, prancing away before anything could be said.

“Why did he call you “Mama Eve”?” Leaning over to ask her quietly, looking around the cabin at the elegantly dressed passengers against my torn skinny jeans, black gladiator sandals and Black Sabbath t-shirt with a blue tank peeking from the slits cut into the fabric.

“Oh, Randi. He’s a family friend that showed up to my door years ago looking for a little guidance.” Eve smiled softly as she placed a delicate bite of chicken into her mouth with a soft hum.

Not wasting anytime as the buttery garlic, erupted in a full-flavor overload as the tender chicken mixed nicely with the whiskey that still laced my tongue.

Silently enjoying our meal as the vast blue ocean, blanketed the earth below as the white fluffs of clouds danced beautifully over the horizon. Laughing softly as Randi approached with his cart, collecting our trays as he whispered something to Eve, causing her to laugh lightly.

“Randi, behave. She’s innocent.” Eve winked at me playfully, feeling my face erupt into a fiery blush as Randi kissed my knuckles with a playfully purr.

His blue slacks hugged dangerously against his muscular physique as his white button-up dress shirt failed at hiding his well-defined torso, standing with that muscular hand draped along the headrest.

“How do you know I am “innocent”?” Laughing at her perked brow as Randi’s soft green eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, licking those plump pink lips that sat gently against his sun kissed skin.

“I have my ways.” She shooed Randi away with a heavy sigh as she leaned over, motioning to me to come closer.

“Randi’s gay, but he wanted to know if he could show you around in London.” She leaned back, closing her eyes softly as her face relaxed in a soft humming.

“Well, that would be nice seeing that this is all new to me, but I couldn’t impose like that.” Leaning back, sliding the window shade down as the plane banked against the setting sun.

“Pleasure would be all mine.” Randi spooked me from my quiet pose as he stood in the aisle next to Eve with his fists resting on his hips, popping a playful wink.

“Are you sure? I was just going to go straight to the apartment provided.” Noticing Eve was napping peacefully with her hands tucked gently against her waist.

“Non-sense. Just wait for me at the luggage claims and I will make sure your first night in London is one to remember.” Randi handed me a sticky with his number and a smiley with its tongue sticking out as he went back to tending the passengers, nestling back into the chair for a nap before landing.

~~

“Kitten.” A deep timbered voice called to me, floating through the swirling fog with a heavenly scent of Christmas licking darkly against my tingling flesh.

Gasping in shock as my trembling body was plucked from the swirling fog, strapped down to a cloud-like bed as four “Muscular Gods” paced around the swirling fog with glowing amber hazel eyes.

“OH GOD!” Gasping between my trembling lips as eight muscular hands, reached from the dense fog, massaging and caressing every inch of my blazing skin into an avalanche of moaning curses.

“Such a “Temptress”.” Another timbered voice spoke smoothly from the swirling fog as my body jolted and shook with each rushing caress as my core melted into a vast ocean of burning desire and lust.

“What do you “desire”?” Another timbered voice sliced through the rushing electricity as my body rocketed back into the fog, reaching, yearning for the warmth that evaded my body as it plunged faster through the swirling darkness.

“Bye, Lassie.” A fourth voice spoke almost shyly as my body jolted awake, clenching my thighs together, panting erratically as the “fasten seat belt” dinged loudly, dropping my head back against the seat.

I’m losing my “ever loving mind”, dreaming about “four” men.

No, not men. “Sex Gods” or even “Masters of Pleasure and Pain”.

Oh, MY God! Elicia, you need to lay off the books for a while, especially that E. Dark.

I can’t help it! There’s something about her books that short-circuit my brain function, and know I am dreaming about “four hunks of muscles” devouring my body.

~~

Freshening up, while Randi changed into his “normal” cloths before we embarked on our journey into the gorgeous landscape of London.

“Elicia, you ready girly?” His playful banter filled the quiet bathroom as I tussled my flattened locks back to life with a few finger strokes, adding my final touch of gloss to highlight my natural rose-tinted lips.

I wasn’t anything spectacular at 5’6 with a little extra curve, emphasized by the black club dress that refused to stay mid-thigh as I strutted out the bathroom with my duffle and hiking bag strapped firmly to my shoulders.

“DAMN! Look at you all “Miss Thang”.” Randi hooted playfully, snapping his fingers in a Diva attitude dressed in a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark stone washed jeans with a pair of black suede loafers.

If only he was not “Gay”.

Easy Elicia, you have been single for not even a day and your ready to jump his bones.

“Well, your text said, “Club S” so club it is.” Laughing back at him as we made our way through the parking lot to a black Mini Cooper with a British Flag painted on the roof.

“I know, typical British car.” He scoffed loudly as he tossed our bags into the hatch, jumping in with an energetic vibe as the mini fired to life.

And I thought American drivers were crazy.

Randi raced through the booming city, honking his horn like a “Mad Man” screaming in a horrible British accent as we finally pulled-up to the club “Subcinctus” with a monstrous line, snaking along the building front.

Silently laughing at the name “Subcinctus” meaning “shifter” in Latin.

How poetic! Rolling my eyes playfully.

Laughing darkly as Randi jumped out, running around the car to open my door with his stone washed jeans, flexing against his leg muscles and that black dress shirt hugging for dear life against his torso as he high fived the bouncer in passing.

“I take it you’re a regular?” Laughing darkly as the lights flashed in a dark harmony with the thumping bass, following Randi through the bustling crowd of sweaty intoxicated bodies.

“London is my second “home”.” He smiled brightly as he leaned over the bar high fiving a muscular, dark haired male with dark chestnut eyes as he held up two fingers in a silent command.

“Stick with me.” He spoke into my ear as the bartender slid over two tall glasses of neon blue liquid that smelled like blue raspberry and vodka.

“Blue Breeze.” Randi smiled with a sultry wink as he sipped the drink, scanning the club with a predatory gaze.

Tasting the sweet burst of blue raspberry mixed heavily with the distilled vodka as Randi grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd towards the thumping bass as my body swayed naturally to the rhythm. Twirling in laughter as the crowd roared to life with the rhythmic beats, while Randi swayed and held firmly to my waist.

The vodka mixing with the whiskey from the flight as the lights increased the euphoric sensation that coursed through my body, throwing my hands high as the DJ cranked the bass higher. Hair flying in all directions, hands fisting the hot sticky air as our bodies erupted into a frenzied battle of alcohol induced heat.

“I need another.” Leaning back to Randi, holding up my empty drink as he spun me around quickly, snaking through the flowing crowd as hands grazed along my body with fiery snaps of electricity.

Looking over my shoulder as the lights played dangerously against the crowd, feeling like I was being watched as the little hairs along my body became alerted.

Bumping into Randi’s back as he stopped to talk with a well-defined hunk with gorgeous amber hazel eyes and dark reddish locks in a tight fade with a sexy tight-lined beard that was cut short.

“Elias.” Was all I could hear over the thumping bass as they shared a weird stare down, slipping past them to the bar to refill my drink that was calling my name.

“Five Hours” by Deorro thumped seductively against my burning flesh as the bartender slid my refreshed drink back into my hand, sipping the sweet alcohol as fiery snaps of electricity rolled along my spine.

Snapping around as Elias and Randi stood on opposite sides of me, looking like some heated argument was being shared between the two. Gingerly sipping my fruity drink as my body ached to release all the frustration from today as three identical hunks appeared behind Elias and Randi’s stare down.

Oh, Lort! Forgive me for I have sinned…Badly!

An avalanche of Frasier fir, warm cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg rushed through my body, reveling in the fact it smelt like a warm cottage on Christmas, which was my favorite time of year.

Each one looked exactly alike with muscular builds, dark reddish locks that enhanced their tight, chiseled facial features with soft pointed noses over plump pink lips that screamed to be kissed over and over. Colorful works of art, graced those delicious forearms with half-rolled sleeves at the elbows, sporting custom watches that paired nicely with their detailed artworks of colors.

Involuntarily licking my lips, tasting Christmas mix with the fruity after taste of the blue raspberry and vodka.

Shivering in an alcohol induced haze as those ambered hazel orbs, stared at me like I was a gourmet feast waiting to be tasted. Turning sharply to the bartender, pointing to my already empty glass as he quickly looked behind me with a strange flash of crimson across his eyes.

Nodding firmly, grabbing my glass with a quick hand returning it with a soft smile before he disappeared back into the flashing lights that danced wildly along the bar.

“Excuse me.” Laughing lightly as the music thumped to “Freaks” by Timmy Trumpet & Savage, throwing my hands up as my hips rolled and swayed to the bass, feeling the world wash away with each beat.

Tossing my ombre locks around as the lights swirled and danced along my body, feeling my body quiver in euphoria as the bass grew louder against my sweating flesh.

“Elicia.” Randi leaned next to my ear, spooking me as his hands grinded along my hips.

“Who were those guys?” Shouting slightly over the bass as his body followed the natural flow of my rhythm, popping and grinding against each other.

“The Watchmen” but don’t worry about them.” He laughed against my ear as our bodies melted into a drunken haze of bass induced euphoria.

Forgetting about Bain and Krystal, and my lonely life back in Texas.

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