FIC Unintended Side-Effects
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shanachie_quillTitle: Unintended Side-Effects
Characters: Andrea Falk/Garrett McTavish, various airline attendants, mention of Jamie
Fandom: N/A
Series: N/A
Written For:
Prompt: wrong pills
Summary: Andrea keeps warning Garrett about accepting pills from his best friend. Maybe this time he’ll listen.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: N/A
Author's Note: I kept calling this Airpain during mini-Nano because it was a pain in my butt, but it’s written on my list as Airplane. Thanks to whogeek as always and also to citymusings who poked at me and kept asking me if I had written during mini-Nano. So it’s FINALLY finished!
Andrea Falk reached out, resting her hand briefly on the knee of the man sitting next to her, which had been bouncing restlessly. “Are you antsy because you’re sitting or because we’re about to get on the plane?” she asked without looking up from her iPad.
His other leg started bouncing and she rolled her eyes, finally looking up to glance around the lounge they were sitting in. They were planted in the furthest corner they could find, backs to the wall so they could see the majority of the area and scan the people approaching them. “Um,” he answered.
“Gar, honest answer,” she prompted.
“Mostly sitting. I’m tired. But some of it is the flying,” he answered.
Andrea’s eyes flitted around the area, noting that since it was late at night, there was hardly anyone in the waiting area with them. “Why don’t you get up and walk for a bit? We’ve got a little time before our flight.”
Garrett McTavish stretched his legs out, leaning towards her. “I’m fine. I’ve got a sleeping pill from Jamie. I’ll just take that. It should kick in by the time we’re on the plane.”
She frowned in response. “We’ve talked about you taking things from Jamie. If you take it, no drinking. What exactly did he give you?”
“Relax, Drea. It’s some over the counter thing. Nothing to worry about,” he assured her.
Andrea snorted. “The last time you told me that, it turned out to be… No, never mind, I don’t want to know. You’re sure it’s harmless?”
“Jamie insisted it was just a sleeping pill,” he replied.
“If you take it…” She held a finger up when he opened his mouth. “Eh. Not a word. If you take it. No drinking. No taking anything else. And you take the inside seat.”
He huffed out a sigh. “Why did I hire you again?”
“Because unlike everyone else that worked and works for you, I give you limits. And I get you places on time,” she replied.
“Oh, is that what it was?” he replied. “It has nothing to do with the… perks?”
She bumped her shoulder against his. “I’m pretty sure those came later.” After watching him fidget for another minute, she asked, “Are you going to take the pill?”
“Yeah.” He leaned over, digging a small bottle out of his back pack. Without being asked, Andrea handed a water bottle to him, and he smiled his thanks.
“Wait,” she said as he started to toss the pill into his mouth. “Did Jamie say how quickly that thing takes effect? ‘Cause I am not dragging your ass onto the plane.”
Garrett considered the question. “No. He didn’t. I suppose that means you want me to wait to take it.”
“It would be nice. Just…” Andrea waved at the lounge. “Make a circuit. Work off some of your energy.”
“You’re just trying to get rid of me,” he complained.
“Yes because I’d actually like to do what you pay me for.” She tipped the iPad so he could see what she was working on; his schedule for the next six weeks was crammed into the tiny screen. “I’m trying to free you up a little so you might actually get some sleep in a bed even if it’s not your own.”
He stretched his legs. “A bed? What’s that?”
“You know the thing you lay down on and close your eyes and then snore and keep me awake?”
“I do not snore!”
“My ears beg to differ,” she responded, prodding him in the side. “Go. Walk. I don’t think anyone’s noticed you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned over, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I won’t be long.”
“Take all the time you need. I’m not moving.” She indicated their seats. “I’ll be here.”
Garrett nudged his back pack over so it rested against Andrea’s leg before getting to his feet and casually stretching. After a minute he took off at a leisurely clip along the perimeter of the lounge. Andrea turned her attention to the schedule, trying to see which of the interviews and appearances she could get him out of or shuffle off for a few weeks. Every so often she glanced up from her work to see where he was and make sure he remained undisturbed. Normally Garrett didn’t mind being approached by fans and signing autographs or posing for pictures, but his sleep schedule had been so erratic lately that he really just wanted to be left alone.
Twenty minutes later, Andrea shut her iPad down, stowing it safely in her bag and checking to see where Garrett was. It took her a minute, but she finally located him striding towards her. He held two bottles in his hand. As he reached her, he held one out to her. “Thought you might like something colder to drink on the plane.”
“Thanks, Gar,” she answered, accepting the water. “Feeling any better?”
“A bit but I’m still taking the pill once we’re settled.”
“That’s fine. Maybe you’ll actually get some sleep while we’re in the air. I’ll request a blanket and pillow once we’re on board.” She indicated his bag. “Why don’t you take that? They just called first class.”
He shouldered his bag, offering to take hers, but she shook him off. They joined the queue; Garrett leaning part of his weight against her as they waited in line. After a minute he started fidgeting again and she bumped back against him to try to get him to stop.
The movement didn’t stop him completely, but it distracted him for long enough that he wasn’t bothering anyone else in line. After the number of years she’d been working for him, either as his PA or (before that) on different sets as an assistant, she was used to his inability to sit or stand still. In fact, she used it to gage how tired he was, since the closer to collapse he got, the antsier he tended to get. She could see some of the people around them taking peeks at them, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of who he was or that he couldn’t seem to stop moving. “Gar,” she said after the tenth time he bumped up against her. “Can you stop? Tap your fingers for now.”
“It’s not enough,” he replied. “I just need to…” He glanced around as if seeking a way out.
“Okay, that’s not just you being over tired.” Andrea leaned in close to him so she could keep her voice low. “You want to skip this flight?”
Garrett shook his head. “No. I may not have your memory for my schedule, but I know I need to make this premiere. I made the commitment. And I need to be there.” He rolled his shoulders, glancing over her head to see how close to the front of the line they were. “I’ll be fine.”
“You will,” she agreed. “I know you can.” Under cover of handing him his ticket, she squeezed his hand.
Not caring who could see them or might have a camera, Garrett leaned over and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “That helps, Drea.” He breathed easier as they moved forward again.
It took them a few more minutes, but they were finally admitted to the plane with Andrea sending Garrett ahead of her. She knew that if she gave him something to do, like finding their seats, he might settle down a bit more. At the same time hanging back gave her a chance to request a blanket and pillow be brought to them immediately. She rarely took advantage of the perks traveling first class gave them, preferring to take care of what Garrett needed herself, but if it was something that would make him more comfortable; she didn’t hesitate.
While Garrett stowed their bags in the overhead compartments, after removing their iPads from each back pack, she accepted the requested items from the flight attendant. He started to motion her into the inside seat, but she glared. “The rules, Gar. If you’re gonna take the pill, you get the inside seat.”
“Slave driver,” he bitched, but he took the seat she indicated without another word. Andrea smacked him with the pillow before dropping both of them in his lap. “Can I take the pill now?”
She sighed. “Yes. Go ahead.” She dug out the bottle of water that he’d bought for himself and handed it over before finding her own. Dropping into her seat, she took a sip of water before tucking it into the pocket in the seat in front of her. Meanwhile Garrett had swallowed one of the pills in the small bottle Jamie had given him before tucking it away again. He shifted around in the seat that never seemed big enough for his body, putting the pillow behind his head, then taking it out again, before putting it back into place again. After a few minutes of this, Andrea told him, “Find a position, Garrett.”
“I can think of a good position,” he responded in a suggestive tone.
“Not gonna happen,” she answered. “Put your pillow behind your head and go to sleep.”
“You are no fun, Drea. Seriously no fun at all.”
She didn’t look up from the game she was playing on her iPad as she replied, “I can be a lot of fun, Garrett, but not when you’re gonna doze off in the middle of it.” Garrett kept reaching over to try to make her fall off the cliff, but she was used to it and fended off his hand almost absently until the announcement came over the loudspeaker to put electronics away for takeoff. “Do you want your book?” Andrea asked as she settled her iPad on her lap and pulled her own out of the seat pocket.
Garrett shook his head. “No. I’m gonna close my eyes. When the stewardess comes around with drinks will you get me a ginger ale?”
“Flight attendant, but sure,” she answered, letting him pull up the armrest between them and settle his head on her shoulder. As he closed his eyes, she opened her book, a harlequinesque book that allowed her to be brainless for the time it took her to read it.
They’d been on enough planes, especially recently, that she tuned out the emergency directions. She’d heard them often enough that she could probably recite them with the flight attendant; if not do the entire spiel for them. Instead she focused on her book, rubbing Garrett’s leg when he twitched beside her; clearly not resting comfortably. She figured once they got airborne he’d settle down, just the stress of being overtired combined with the takeoff wasn’t allowing him to fall deeply asleep.
As the plane leveled out, she noticed he was shifting in his seat and switched her book to the other hand so she could run her hand through his hair to sooth him. He turned into the touch, nuzzling against her hand, and she asked, “You want me to get you something to drink? Or do you need something to eat? I know very well that you only picked at breakfast.”
“It’s not… I’m not…” He squirmed in his seat, biting down on his bottom lip. “I’m not hungry. That way.”
She eyed him, knowing exactly what he was implying. “Weeell, that’s um. A slight problem, Garrett. Considering our location. You’re gonna have to try to ignore it and…”
“I’m not exactly sure that’s possible, Andrea,” Garrett replied through gritted teeth.
Looking him over, she registered the slight sheen of sweat to his skin as well the dilation of his pupils. “Garrett. What exactly did Jamie give you?”
“He said it was a sleeping pill,” Garrett replied, shifting again and wincing. “I think… I don’t think that’s right.”
“Lemme see the pills.” When Garrett just stared at her, she snapped the fingers of the hand that had been holding the book. “McTavish. Pills. Now.”
“It is entirely too hot when you get forceful,” he told her, squirming around until he could pull the bottle out of his pocket.
“You’re twisted in a not good way at times,” she pointed out.
“How is that not a good thing?” he asked, handing the bottle over.
Andrea rolled her eyes as she popped the top off the bottle he’d handed her, spilling one of the pills that was left into her palm. “Garrett,” she said slowly. “I… don’t think this is a sleeping pill.”
“No. It definitely isn’t,” Garrett agreed. He turned his head towards her, pressing his mouth against her ear. “I need you to put your hand in my lap.”
“Garrett!”
“Drea,” he said as patiently as he could, “just slide your hand under the blanket and…” He just looked at her.
Tucking the pills away, she leaned towards him, tucking the blanket around them both as if she was going to snuggle up against him and take her own nap. Sliding her hand up his thigh, Garrett spread his legs apart as much as he was able. His muscles bunched and tensed under her fingers until she reached the vee of his legs and realized why he wanted her hand there as he moaned softly. “This is a bad idea,” she whispered.
“Well, I can’t spend the flight like this,” he replied, pushing up into her hand. “It’s already painful.”
She squeezed automatically, pressing down when he bucked slightly into her hand. “It isn’t going to work if you make it obvious,” she said.
“But you will?” he asked. “I need…”
“Don’t I always know what you need?” She looked up at him. “Don’t I always take care of you?” Without waiting for a reply, she nudged him with her shoulder. “Shift a little. And.” She considered the logistics. “Close your eyes and slouch down, rest your head back on my shoulder.”
Garrett followed her directions as she rooted around, looking for napkins or something similar. Finally she pulled a travel pack of tissues out and slipped them beneath the blanket. “Drea,” Garrett whined. “What are you…?”
She tilted her head so it leaned against his. “Undo your jeans.”
It took a little bit of awkward squirming for him to unbutton and unzip his jeans without making it obvious that’s what he was doing, but he managed it allowing her to wrap her hand around his cock. “God, Drea,” he breathed. “Please.”
“I got ya,” she whispered back, turning in her seat to get a better angle. Gently she stroked him, squeezing just enough to keep it this side of pleasurable. Garrett bit back a moan, his hand digging into the arm rest on the other side. “You feel good. So hot and hard in my hard.”
“Ug. That’s just cruel,” he replied.
“Want me to tell you what I’d really like to do?” she asked. “What I’d do if we were alone?” He pressed his face up against her neck, panting as his body tensed up in her hands. She had just enough time to grab a handful of the tissues before she felt wet heat soak her hand and them. Garrett went lax against her as she attempted to fold the tissues one handed, saying, “Little quick there?”
“Geezus,” he slurred. “Extenuating circumstances.”
“You are the one guy I know who’s vocabulary gets bigger…” she trailed off and changed the subject, “Feeling better?”
“Mmmm.” He rolled his head around, trying to twist so he could see her. “Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you?”
“Not lately, but I know,” she murmured back. “Is it better? Are you okay now?”
He inhaled, taking a deep breath. “It’s better, but I don’t know. I don’t know if it’ll come back. What the hell did Jamie give me?”
“I don’t know exactly. But I would suspect some type of erection pill.”
“Jamie. Is. A. Fucking. Asshole.”
“You’re just now figuring that out?” she questioned.
“Well, he’s also my best friend,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, sometimes I wonder about your choice in friends. Try to rest while you can. And no more taking pills that Jamie offers you. Legitimate or not.”
Garrett muttered something in reply and Andrea shook her head at his ability to drop off to sleep almost immediately after sex. She shifted around until she was able to clean up to the best of her ability and zip his jeans back up. Picking her book back up, she went back to reading.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Can I get you something… is he okay?”
Andrea looked up to see the flight attendant leaning towards them. “What? Yeah. He’s just not feeling the greatest. And then to be flying in addition to that. He’ll be fine. I hope.”
“If you need any… That’s Garrett McTavish, isn’t it? Wow. Um. Is there anything we can do to make his flight more comfortable? Or yours of course. I mean. Um. Sorry. Wow. Oh my god. I’m so sorry. You must think I’m an idiot.”
Andrea smiled. “No, not the worst impression. And we’re fine. He just needs to sleep it off.”
“Ah. Too much to drink last night?”
“Nooo,” Andrea replied slowly. “Bad Thai.” She smiled again. “Like I said, he’ll be fine. Not the first time we’ve dealt with something like this. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, could you bring me a can of ginger ale for him? For later?”
“No, of course not. If there’s anything else he needs. Or you. I’m so sorry, of course if you need something, of course I’ll get it. Just let me know.”
Andrea smiled. “Just the ginger ale. And it’s fine. I’m used to it. Really it’s not a problem.”
The flight attendant looked at where Garrett was snuffling against Andrea’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back,” she promised.
Andrea shifted around, trying to move Garrett to a more comfortable position, but stopped when he groaned at the motion. His hand clutched at her arm, holding her in place. Andrea responded by pressing her lips to his hair. “It’s okay, Gar,” she whispered. “I got ya.”
His eyes didn’t open as he replied, “I don’t think it was enough.”
“What wasn’t enou… Garrett, really?” Andrea shrugged her shoulder until he lifted his head. “Are you kidding me?”
“It’s not my fault!”
“Yeah. I actually think it is.” Andrea flicked him on the forehead. “Cause you. Took. The. Pill. From. Jamie.”
“You said I could, if I followed the rules,” he muttered in response.
“Well, I didn’t know it would do this,” she replied, pressing another kiss to his hair. “What do you need?”
He grinned, not quite his usual smirk, but close enough. “Wanna join the Mile High Club?”
“That? Was not up to your usual standards,” she pointed out. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Well, what we did earlier took the edge off, but it wasn’t enough. Maybe that will help or solve it.”
Andrea glanced around and saw that most of the people in first class were either dozing or immersed in their own electronics or books. “All right. Come on.” She undid her seatbelt, getting out of the seat, and stopping to get something out of her bag; tucking it into her cleavage before Garrett could see what it was. “Follow me and stick close because um…” Her eyes dropped down to his lap, looking at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Yeah just stick close.”
The flight attendant looked up as they approached the bathroom. “Is he… Is there anything I can do?”
“He’s just not feeling the best. Wants me to hold his hand while he…” Andrea indicated the bathroom. “Could you give us a couple of minutes?”
“Yeah. Of course. I’ll try to keep people away, but I’m not sure how long you’ll have,” she replied.
“Did you just imply I was going to throw up?” Garrett asked as they crammed themselves into the small cubicle.
“Would you rather I tell her I was going to let you fuck me?” Andrea asked, boosting herself up onto the sink. “There really isn’t enough room in here for this.”
Garrett pressed against her, not really having much of a choice in the tight quarters, and ran his hands up her sides. “I actually think we’ve done this in a smaller space,” he commented.
“Really? Cause I’m not recalling it,” Andrea snarked. “Must have been some other girl.”
He nuzzled up against her, nipping at her lips until she let him in. “Now come on. You know you’re the only one for me,” he murmured.
“More like you have no time for anyone else.”
“Drea, baby, don’t get bitchy now. Please?” He reached down, easing her skirt up. “Can I tell you how much I appreciate you wearing a skirt today?” He leaned back as much as he was able. “Why are you wearing a skirt today?”
“Jealous, Gar?” she replied, even as his hands pushed her skirt up higher. When he growled wordlessly in response, she bit gently on his lip. “I had a meeting this morning. About you. And I didn’t have time to change before we headed for the airport.”
“Well, I’m glad.” He snagged her underwear, easing them down, and off. After a moment’s consideration, he shoved them in his pocket. “Um, I don’t have…”
Andrea reached into her cleavage, smirking as his eyes followed her fingers and withdrew the packet she’d tucked there. “Looking for this?”
“A goddess among women,” he breathed against her neck, before leaning back against the wall. His fingers went to his jeans, rapidly undoing the button and zip. “Can you…?” he asked, even as she ripped the package up. Somehow they squirmed around, finding enough room for her to roll the condom down his length. Garrett groaned as her hand stroked him, his fingers digging into her hips. “Drea,” he groaned.
“Yes, Gar. Yes, it’s fine,” she assured him. Her hands moved to his head, dragging him closer to her as her legs wrapped around his waist.
He groaned as she used her legs to pull him closer; the tip of his cock brushing against her opening. Andrea slid closer to the edge of the counter which allowed him to sink into her. She tensed a bit at the intrusion, but when Garrett tried to withdraw, she held him tight. “Andrea,” he protested. “I don’t know if I can do this without hurting you.”
She wound her fingers into his hair, tugging him closer until she could kiss him deeply. “It’ll be fine,” she told him.
Garrett moaned, flexing his hips and driving himself into her, until their pelvises rubbed together. Andrea encouraged him to keep moving, tilting her hips up into his as he moved. A moment later, he exhaled, biting down on the shoulder of her shirt as he shoved up hard against her; almost pushing her back against the wall.
Andrea gave him a minute then pushed against him. “Garrett, come on. We need to…”
“Yeah. Yeah. I. I got it.” He pulled out slowly, grabbing the condom, and tying it off. While he finished buttoning himself up, Andrea grabbed a couple of paper towels and wet them down; then wiped his face. “Do your own, too,” he said. “You’re looking a little… wrecked.”
“Just gimme a sec.” Andrea grinned at him, shaking her hair and finger combing it before she gathered it back and quickly braided it. She pulled a rubber band off her wrist to tie it off and grinned again at Garrett’s pout. “What’s wrong?”
“I like your hair loose,” he said.
“I know. But now I don’t look like I just got fucked in the bathroom.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “Ready?”
“Are you okay?” he questioned.
“Fine. Can I have my underwear back now?”
“No.” It was his turn to grin as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Gar-rett. Please.” She sighed. “You really want me to spend the rest of the flight without my underwear?”
“Yes.” He leaned in closer, breathing against her neck, before whispering, “Because then when we get to the hotel, I can…” He ran a finger down the other side of her neck. “Have you all to myself.”
“You can have me all to yourself without keeping my underwear,” Andrea replied. She fished in his pocket, pulling out her panties, and wiggling around until she could slip them on.
Garrett helped her down, holding her tightly against him. For a minute they just stood there, then Garrett reached down to settle her skirt into place. He brushed a kiss across her forehead, then across her lips. “Thank you.”
“Will that be all, Mr. McTavish?”
“For now, Miss Falk.” He grinned. “I think it might have worked its way out of my system.”
“We’ll see about that. Let’s get you back to your seat.” She reached around him to unlatch the door and motioned for him to step out.
Garrett pulled up short when he almost ran into the flight attendant as they exited the rest room. “Mr. McTavish,” she blurted out. “Ah. Are you feeling better? Can I get ah can I get you anything?”
Garrett exchanged glances with Andrea, who motioned for him to continue, before answering, “Another ginger ale? If you don’t mind.” When the girl nodded in agreement, he finished, “Thank you. We’ll go back to our seats now.”
Andrea shook her head as Garrett cupped her elbow, guiding her to walk in front of him. Sliding into his seat when they got back to their aisle, he tugged on Andrea’s arm until she settled into her own seat. It took them a few minutes of re-arranging, but finally they were sitting again. “Do you want your iPad or a book?” Andrea asked.
“Do you have a book other than that horrid Harlequin?” he questioned.
“There is nothing wrong with my Harlequin,” she replied. “If nothing else it’s thick enough to beat you with.”
“So I should turn you in for abusing me?” he questioned.
“Absolutely not. You’d be lost without me. iPad?”
“I guess so. Can I have my pillow back?” Andrea checked the two iPads she had before handing over the one that was Garrett’s. She dug the pillow out from where it had fallen and also handed it over to him. Garrett squirmed around, trying to get comfortable. “Ya know, it’s really unfair of you to make me sit in the inside seat.”
“Yes. And you know what would have happened if you’d been in the outside seat.”
“Yeah. That might have been awkward.”
“Might have been? Really? Might have been?”
Garrett tilted his head. “Would have been?”
“Yeah. Play with your iPad, Garrett.”
Garrett leaned over so he could whisper in her ear. “Rather play with you.”
Andrea was saved from answering by the appearance of the flight attendant with a new can of ginger ale. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked.
“No, we’re… Actually do you have some paper?” Andrea questioned. “I’m afraid we don’t have any pictures, but Garrett would be happy to sign some autographs for the flight crew.”
“Are you sure?” the woman asked.
“Yeah, absolutely,” Garrett broke in. “Just give me a list of names and I’ll write them out.”
“Oh, thank you so much.” She gave a little bounce before heading back up the aisle.
“You so owe me for this,” Garrett said as they shifted around.
“I’m sorry. How do I owe you for this?” Andrea replied. “This is part of what you do.”
“You owe me because you’re the one who wanted me to sleep and rest on this flight, not sign my name a hundred times.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that much,” Andrea answered as the flight attendant returned and tentatively handed over some papers and a list of names. “Thank you.” She skimmed the list. “I’ll make sure these get back to you when we land? And you’ll get them to the appropriate people?”
“Yes. Yes of course,” she answered. “I’d be glad to. Let me know if you need anything else.”
Andrea smiled as she handed the list over to Garrett, letting him skim the names. “We will. But I think we’re fine for now.”
Garrett nudged her, wordlessly asking for a pen, and Andrea handed one over, watching as he went through the list. After a few minutes, he started tapping the pen on the tray in a varying rhythm until Andrea reached out without looking and stopped him. “Problem, Drea?”
“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“Is it working?”
“Garrett.”
“Andrea.”
She shook her head. “No. Really. Sign the papers for the nice people and then we’ll deal with everything else later. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good.” He tilted the paper towards her. “Can you read that?”
Andrea took the paper from him, staring at it until she figured it out, then writing it down. “There ya go. Sooo…” she paused for a minute, then forged ahead. “No more urges?”
“Not at the moment no. Doesn’t mean it won’t come back though.”
“Well relax while you can.” She pointed at the papers he had spread across his tray table. “And finish those.”
“Do I have to?” he asked.
“Yes. Now be a good boy.”
“I’d much rather be more of a bad boy.”
“It’s too late for that.”
Garrett grinned in response to her words. “But that’s just the way you like me.”
“Sign your papers, Gar,” she replied. She opened her book, pointedly ignoring him as he tried to poke her with the pen. “Do it and I will break something you like.”
He considered her words and past actions, then pulled the pen back. “I’ll just… work on signing these.”
“Good boy.” Andrea hid her smile behind her book.
“You know I thought the point was for you to be nice to me and take care of me,” he said after a few minutes.
“I think I’ve been pretty nice to you. Besides if I was sugar sweet, you’d get bored and then we’d have lots of time with the oh so fun paparazzi.”
Garrett winced. “There is that. Okay. Good point.”
“Mmhmm,” Andrea agreed. She reached out, absently patting his thigh. “Sign…”
“Your papers, Gar,” he finished with her in unison. He glanced around before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her lips. “I know.” Andrea smiled in response and rested her hand on his knee, going back to her book. After a minute, she began to absently rub circles into the muscle. “Um, Drea?”
“Hmm?” she asked.
“That might not be such a good idea.”
Andrea glanced over at him, then down at his lap. “You have got to be kidding me!”
“Involuntary. Well, okay not completely, but come on. You can’t blame this completely on me!”
“No, but I can totally and completely blame it on Jamie.” She glared at him. “You are absolutely not taking any more drugs from him.”
He squirmed in his seat. “I’m sorry, okay?” He turned begging eyes towards her. “Please?”
“I am not going back to the bathroom with you,” she hissed at him, flicking the blanket over him. “What do you want?”
Garrett leaned over, brushing his mouth across her neck, and smiling at the shudder that went through Andrea at the touch. “What I really want,” he breathed against her skin, “is to have access to a really big bed and have you spread out and naked on it so I can take my time and not be at the mercy of this damn drug and my fucking schedule.” He worked a lock of her black hair loose from the braid and wound it around his finger. “But I’d settle for a blowjob. You know how very much I love your mouth. No matter how you use it.”
Andrea rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah. Not happening.”
“But, Dreeeeaa.”
“And now you sound like you’re five.” She slid her hand up his leg, cupping the hard length still contained in his jeans. “Although this feels a lot older.”
He moaned softly. “Drea, please.”
“Undo your jeans,” she answered, shifting around in her seat as he followed directions. Settling her head on his shoulder, she wrapped her hand around his cock. “Normally I’d greatly enjoy this, but…” She stroked him gently, smiling as he pushed into her hand. “This is just getting ridiculous. And beyond…” She shook her head. “I don’t even know.”
Garrett rolled his head until it was resting against hers. “Feels so good,” he breathed.
“I’m sure it does,” she replied. She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, moving with the motion as he arched into the touch. “Gotta hold still,” she cautioned.
He whined low in this throat. “I can’t.”
“You need to,” she whispered. “I know it’s too much. Know you don’t like not being able to touch me or have space to stretch out. But we’ll have time later, when you’ve recovered…” She pressed a kiss to his neck as he rolled his head away. “Come back here,” she told him.
“Drea,” he begged.
“That’s it,” she praised. “Whatever you want when we have the time and the space. If you want my mouth wrapped around you…” She stopped as Garrett’s hand pressed against hers and he moaned softly. “What?” she questioned.
“Too much,” he whispered.
“I can’t help you if I…”
He tilted her head up, nudging her with his nose. “Kiss me.”
Opening her mouth under his, she moaned softly as he slipped his tongue inside, stroking along hers as he deepened the kiss. A moment later, he was the one to moan as his hand clutched hers again. She pulled back, nipping at his lower lip. “Better?”
“For now,” he breathed.
“Okay,” she answered as the seatbelt sign lit up and the captain’s voice came over the PA, announcing their descent into Edinburgh. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Lemme sleep,” he muttered.
“Sleep when we get to the hotel,” Andrea bargained. She shifted around in her seat, grabbing tissues to clean Garrett up and buttoning him back into his pants. “Just a little longer, Gar. I promise I’ll make your excuses when we get off and you can go right up to the room.”
“I’m gonna kill Jamie,” he muttered.
“Mmhmm. Careful with the threats in public,” she murmured. “People have big ears.”
He rolled his head back, words flowing out that she didn’t bother trying to decipher because he wasn’t really making sense. Andrea knew that the more tired he got, the more he’d sprout nonsense. It was endearing when they were alone, but could be dangerous in public when who knew what would come out of his mouth.
Andrea was just tucking the blanket back in around him when the flight attendant stopped next to their seats. “I need you to put your seats up for the descent,” she explained. “May I take your trash?”
“Yeah, of course,” Andrea replied, nudging Garrett until he complied. “Thank you.” She handed over the remnants of their drinks and other supplies, before glancing out the window to see the city lights below them. “Not long now, Gar.”
“How long are we here?” he asked, reaching over and slipping his fingers into hers.
“A little over forty-eight hours, but we’re only going as far as London after that,” she told him. “You’ll have some time to sleep when we get to the hotel.”
“You sleep, too.”
“I have some calls to make, then I will.”
“Sleeep.” He grinned at her. Andrea ran her free hand fondly through his hair, continuing to bargain with him as the plane touched down and began to taxi towards the gate.
When the fasten seatbelts light turned off, Andrea got to her feet, gathering their things from the pockets on the back of the seat and sighing when she came across the papers Garrett had signed. “We forgot to give these back.”
“No. You forgot. I never said I would return them.” Garrett worked their back packs free, handing Andrea’s to her. “But I’ll give them to the girl…woman,” he changed it to when he saw her expression, “if you want.”
“No. I’ll take care of it.”
Garrett frowned at her. “Are you upset?”
“No.” Andrea squeezed his hand, accepting the kiss he pressed to the side of her head at her words. “I’m not upset by you.” She nudged him towards the front of the plane. “Let’s get out of here so you can sleep.”
As they reached the flight attendant waiting at door, Andrea held the papers out. “I’m sorry. I forgot to give these back to you when Garrett was finished. I hope you still have time to pass them out.”
“I should. Thank you for signing them,” she said to Garrett who nodded. She turned back to Andrea, winking at the black haired woman. “Enjoy your visit to Edinburgh.”
Andrea locked eyes with her for a minute, then pushed Garrett out the doorway. “Thank you. For… Just thank you.”
Garrett was quiet until they were almost out of the breezeway, finally asking, “What? Did she know what was going on?”
“Yes, Garrett. Yes, she did.”
Characters: Andrea Falk/Garrett McTavish, various airline attendants, mention of Jamie
Fandom: N/A
Series: N/A
Written For:
Prompt: wrong pills
Summary: Andrea keeps warning Garrett about accepting pills from his best friend. Maybe this time he’ll listen.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: N/A
Author's Note: I kept calling this Airpain during mini-Nano because it was a pain in my butt, but it’s written on my list as Airplane. Thanks to whogeek as always and also to citymusings who poked at me and kept asking me if I had written during mini-Nano. So it’s FINALLY finished!
Andrea Falk reached out, resting her hand briefly on the knee of the man sitting next to her, which had been bouncing restlessly. “Are you antsy because you’re sitting or because we’re about to get on the plane?” she asked without looking up from her iPad.
His other leg started bouncing and she rolled her eyes, finally looking up to glance around the lounge they were sitting in. They were planted in the furthest corner they could find, backs to the wall so they could see the majority of the area and scan the people approaching them. “Um,” he answered.
“Gar, honest answer,” she prompted.
“Mostly sitting. I’m tired. But some of it is the flying,” he answered.
Andrea’s eyes flitted around the area, noting that since it was late at night, there was hardly anyone in the waiting area with them. “Why don’t you get up and walk for a bit? We’ve got a little time before our flight.”
Garrett McTavish stretched his legs out, leaning towards her. “I’m fine. I’ve got a sleeping pill from Jamie. I’ll just take that. It should kick in by the time we’re on the plane.”
She frowned in response. “We’ve talked about you taking things from Jamie. If you take it, no drinking. What exactly did he give you?”
“Relax, Drea. It’s some over the counter thing. Nothing to worry about,” he assured her.
Andrea snorted. “The last time you told me that, it turned out to be… No, never mind, I don’t want to know. You’re sure it’s harmless?”
“Jamie insisted it was just a sleeping pill,” he replied.
“If you take it…” She held a finger up when he opened his mouth. “Eh. Not a word. If you take it. No drinking. No taking anything else. And you take the inside seat.”
He huffed out a sigh. “Why did I hire you again?”
“Because unlike everyone else that worked and works for you, I give you limits. And I get you places on time,” she replied.
“Oh, is that what it was?” he replied. “It has nothing to do with the… perks?”
She bumped her shoulder against his. “I’m pretty sure those came later.” After watching him fidget for another minute, she asked, “Are you going to take the pill?”
“Yeah.” He leaned over, digging a small bottle out of his back pack. Without being asked, Andrea handed a water bottle to him, and he smiled his thanks.
“Wait,” she said as he started to toss the pill into his mouth. “Did Jamie say how quickly that thing takes effect? ‘Cause I am not dragging your ass onto the plane.”
Garrett considered the question. “No. He didn’t. I suppose that means you want me to wait to take it.”
“It would be nice. Just…” Andrea waved at the lounge. “Make a circuit. Work off some of your energy.”
“You’re just trying to get rid of me,” he complained.
“Yes because I’d actually like to do what you pay me for.” She tipped the iPad so he could see what she was working on; his schedule for the next six weeks was crammed into the tiny screen. “I’m trying to free you up a little so you might actually get some sleep in a bed even if it’s not your own.”
He stretched his legs. “A bed? What’s that?”
“You know the thing you lay down on and close your eyes and then snore and keep me awake?”
“I do not snore!”
“My ears beg to differ,” she responded, prodding him in the side. “Go. Walk. I don’t think anyone’s noticed you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leaned over, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I won’t be long.”
“Take all the time you need. I’m not moving.” She indicated their seats. “I’ll be here.”
Garrett nudged his back pack over so it rested against Andrea’s leg before getting to his feet and casually stretching. After a minute he took off at a leisurely clip along the perimeter of the lounge. Andrea turned her attention to the schedule, trying to see which of the interviews and appearances she could get him out of or shuffle off for a few weeks. Every so often she glanced up from her work to see where he was and make sure he remained undisturbed. Normally Garrett didn’t mind being approached by fans and signing autographs or posing for pictures, but his sleep schedule had been so erratic lately that he really just wanted to be left alone.
Twenty minutes later, Andrea shut her iPad down, stowing it safely in her bag and checking to see where Garrett was. It took her a minute, but she finally located him striding towards her. He held two bottles in his hand. As he reached her, he held one out to her. “Thought you might like something colder to drink on the plane.”
“Thanks, Gar,” she answered, accepting the water. “Feeling any better?”
“A bit but I’m still taking the pill once we’re settled.”
“That’s fine. Maybe you’ll actually get some sleep while we’re in the air. I’ll request a blanket and pillow once we’re on board.” She indicated his bag. “Why don’t you take that? They just called first class.”
He shouldered his bag, offering to take hers, but she shook him off. They joined the queue; Garrett leaning part of his weight against her as they waited in line. After a minute he started fidgeting again and she bumped back against him to try to get him to stop.
The movement didn’t stop him completely, but it distracted him for long enough that he wasn’t bothering anyone else in line. After the number of years she’d been working for him, either as his PA or (before that) on different sets as an assistant, she was used to his inability to sit or stand still. In fact, she used it to gage how tired he was, since the closer to collapse he got, the antsier he tended to get. She could see some of the people around them taking peeks at them, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of who he was or that he couldn’t seem to stop moving. “Gar,” she said after the tenth time he bumped up against her. “Can you stop? Tap your fingers for now.”
“It’s not enough,” he replied. “I just need to…” He glanced around as if seeking a way out.
“Okay, that’s not just you being over tired.” Andrea leaned in close to him so she could keep her voice low. “You want to skip this flight?”
Garrett shook his head. “No. I may not have your memory for my schedule, but I know I need to make this premiere. I made the commitment. And I need to be there.” He rolled his shoulders, glancing over her head to see how close to the front of the line they were. “I’ll be fine.”
“You will,” she agreed. “I know you can.” Under cover of handing him his ticket, she squeezed his hand.
Not caring who could see them or might have a camera, Garrett leaned over and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “That helps, Drea.” He breathed easier as they moved forward again.
It took them a few more minutes, but they were finally admitted to the plane with Andrea sending Garrett ahead of her. She knew that if she gave him something to do, like finding their seats, he might settle down a bit more. At the same time hanging back gave her a chance to request a blanket and pillow be brought to them immediately. She rarely took advantage of the perks traveling first class gave them, preferring to take care of what Garrett needed herself, but if it was something that would make him more comfortable; she didn’t hesitate.
While Garrett stowed their bags in the overhead compartments, after removing their iPads from each back pack, she accepted the requested items from the flight attendant. He started to motion her into the inside seat, but she glared. “The rules, Gar. If you’re gonna take the pill, you get the inside seat.”
“Slave driver,” he bitched, but he took the seat she indicated without another word. Andrea smacked him with the pillow before dropping both of them in his lap. “Can I take the pill now?”
She sighed. “Yes. Go ahead.” She dug out the bottle of water that he’d bought for himself and handed it over before finding her own. Dropping into her seat, she took a sip of water before tucking it into the pocket in the seat in front of her. Meanwhile Garrett had swallowed one of the pills in the small bottle Jamie had given him before tucking it away again. He shifted around in the seat that never seemed big enough for his body, putting the pillow behind his head, then taking it out again, before putting it back into place again. After a few minutes of this, Andrea told him, “Find a position, Garrett.”
“I can think of a good position,” he responded in a suggestive tone.
“Not gonna happen,” she answered. “Put your pillow behind your head and go to sleep.”
“You are no fun, Drea. Seriously no fun at all.”
She didn’t look up from the game she was playing on her iPad as she replied, “I can be a lot of fun, Garrett, but not when you’re gonna doze off in the middle of it.” Garrett kept reaching over to try to make her fall off the cliff, but she was used to it and fended off his hand almost absently until the announcement came over the loudspeaker to put electronics away for takeoff. “Do you want your book?” Andrea asked as she settled her iPad on her lap and pulled her own out of the seat pocket.
Garrett shook his head. “No. I’m gonna close my eyes. When the stewardess comes around with drinks will you get me a ginger ale?”
“Flight attendant, but sure,” she answered, letting him pull up the armrest between them and settle his head on her shoulder. As he closed his eyes, she opened her book, a harlequinesque book that allowed her to be brainless for the time it took her to read it.
They’d been on enough planes, especially recently, that she tuned out the emergency directions. She’d heard them often enough that she could probably recite them with the flight attendant; if not do the entire spiel for them. Instead she focused on her book, rubbing Garrett’s leg when he twitched beside her; clearly not resting comfortably. She figured once they got airborne he’d settle down, just the stress of being overtired combined with the takeoff wasn’t allowing him to fall deeply asleep.
As the plane leveled out, she noticed he was shifting in his seat and switched her book to the other hand so she could run her hand through his hair to sooth him. He turned into the touch, nuzzling against her hand, and she asked, “You want me to get you something to drink? Or do you need something to eat? I know very well that you only picked at breakfast.”
“It’s not… I’m not…” He squirmed in his seat, biting down on his bottom lip. “I’m not hungry. That way.”
She eyed him, knowing exactly what he was implying. “Weeell, that’s um. A slight problem, Garrett. Considering our location. You’re gonna have to try to ignore it and…”
“I’m not exactly sure that’s possible, Andrea,” Garrett replied through gritted teeth.
Looking him over, she registered the slight sheen of sweat to his skin as well the dilation of his pupils. “Garrett. What exactly did Jamie give you?”
“He said it was a sleeping pill,” Garrett replied, shifting again and wincing. “I think… I don’t think that’s right.”
“Lemme see the pills.” When Garrett just stared at her, she snapped the fingers of the hand that had been holding the book. “McTavish. Pills. Now.”
“It is entirely too hot when you get forceful,” he told her, squirming around until he could pull the bottle out of his pocket.
“You’re twisted in a not good way at times,” she pointed out.
“How is that not a good thing?” he asked, handing the bottle over.
Andrea rolled her eyes as she popped the top off the bottle he’d handed her, spilling one of the pills that was left into her palm. “Garrett,” she said slowly. “I… don’t think this is a sleeping pill.”
“No. It definitely isn’t,” Garrett agreed. He turned his head towards her, pressing his mouth against her ear. “I need you to put your hand in my lap.”
“Garrett!”
“Drea,” he said as patiently as he could, “just slide your hand under the blanket and…” He just looked at her.
Tucking the pills away, she leaned towards him, tucking the blanket around them both as if she was going to snuggle up against him and take her own nap. Sliding her hand up his thigh, Garrett spread his legs apart as much as he was able. His muscles bunched and tensed under her fingers until she reached the vee of his legs and realized why he wanted her hand there as he moaned softly. “This is a bad idea,” she whispered.
“Well, I can’t spend the flight like this,” he replied, pushing up into her hand. “It’s already painful.”
She squeezed automatically, pressing down when he bucked slightly into her hand. “It isn’t going to work if you make it obvious,” she said.
“But you will?” he asked. “I need…”
“Don’t I always know what you need?” She looked up at him. “Don’t I always take care of you?” Without waiting for a reply, she nudged him with her shoulder. “Shift a little. And.” She considered the logistics. “Close your eyes and slouch down, rest your head back on my shoulder.”
Garrett followed her directions as she rooted around, looking for napkins or something similar. Finally she pulled a travel pack of tissues out and slipped them beneath the blanket. “Drea,” Garrett whined. “What are you…?”
She tilted her head so it leaned against his. “Undo your jeans.”
It took a little bit of awkward squirming for him to unbutton and unzip his jeans without making it obvious that’s what he was doing, but he managed it allowing her to wrap her hand around his cock. “God, Drea,” he breathed. “Please.”
“I got ya,” she whispered back, turning in her seat to get a better angle. Gently she stroked him, squeezing just enough to keep it this side of pleasurable. Garrett bit back a moan, his hand digging into the arm rest on the other side. “You feel good. So hot and hard in my hard.”
“Ug. That’s just cruel,” he replied.
“Want me to tell you what I’d really like to do?” she asked. “What I’d do if we were alone?” He pressed his face up against her neck, panting as his body tensed up in her hands. She had just enough time to grab a handful of the tissues before she felt wet heat soak her hand and them. Garrett went lax against her as she attempted to fold the tissues one handed, saying, “Little quick there?”
“Geezus,” he slurred. “Extenuating circumstances.”
“You are the one guy I know who’s vocabulary gets bigger…” she trailed off and changed the subject, “Feeling better?”
“Mmmm.” He rolled his head around, trying to twist so he could see her. “Have I told you lately how much I appreciate you?”
“Not lately, but I know,” she murmured back. “Is it better? Are you okay now?”
He inhaled, taking a deep breath. “It’s better, but I don’t know. I don’t know if it’ll come back. What the hell did Jamie give me?”
“I don’t know exactly. But I would suspect some type of erection pill.”
“Jamie. Is. A. Fucking. Asshole.”
“You’re just now figuring that out?” she questioned.
“Well, he’s also my best friend,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, sometimes I wonder about your choice in friends. Try to rest while you can. And no more taking pills that Jamie offers you. Legitimate or not.”
Garrett muttered something in reply and Andrea shook her head at his ability to drop off to sleep almost immediately after sex. She shifted around until she was able to clean up to the best of her ability and zip his jeans back up. Picking her book back up, she went back to reading.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Can I get you something… is he okay?”
Andrea looked up to see the flight attendant leaning towards them. “What? Yeah. He’s just not feeling the greatest. And then to be flying in addition to that. He’ll be fine. I hope.”
“If you need any… That’s Garrett McTavish, isn’t it? Wow. Um. Is there anything we can do to make his flight more comfortable? Or yours of course. I mean. Um. Sorry. Wow. Oh my god. I’m so sorry. You must think I’m an idiot.”
Andrea smiled. “No, not the worst impression. And we’re fine. He just needs to sleep it off.”
“Ah. Too much to drink last night?”
“Nooo,” Andrea replied slowly. “Bad Thai.” She smiled again. “Like I said, he’ll be fine. Not the first time we’ve dealt with something like this. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, could you bring me a can of ginger ale for him? For later?”
“No, of course not. If there’s anything else he needs. Or you. I’m so sorry, of course if you need something, of course I’ll get it. Just let me know.”
Andrea smiled. “Just the ginger ale. And it’s fine. I’m used to it. Really it’s not a problem.”
The flight attendant looked at where Garrett was snuffling against Andrea’s shoulder. “I’ll be right back,” she promised.
Andrea shifted around, trying to move Garrett to a more comfortable position, but stopped when he groaned at the motion. His hand clutched at her arm, holding her in place. Andrea responded by pressing her lips to his hair. “It’s okay, Gar,” she whispered. “I got ya.”
His eyes didn’t open as he replied, “I don’t think it was enough.”
“What wasn’t enou… Garrett, really?” Andrea shrugged her shoulder until he lifted his head. “Are you kidding me?”
“It’s not my fault!”
“Yeah. I actually think it is.” Andrea flicked him on the forehead. “Cause you. Took. The. Pill. From. Jamie.”
“You said I could, if I followed the rules,” he muttered in response.
“Well, I didn’t know it would do this,” she replied, pressing another kiss to his hair. “What do you need?”
He grinned, not quite his usual smirk, but close enough. “Wanna join the Mile High Club?”
“That? Was not up to your usual standards,” she pointed out. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Well, what we did earlier took the edge off, but it wasn’t enough. Maybe that will help or solve it.”
Andrea glanced around and saw that most of the people in first class were either dozing or immersed in their own electronics or books. “All right. Come on.” She undid her seatbelt, getting out of the seat, and stopping to get something out of her bag; tucking it into her cleavage before Garrett could see what it was. “Follow me and stick close because um…” Her eyes dropped down to his lap, looking at the obvious bulge in his pants. “Yeah just stick close.”
The flight attendant looked up as they approached the bathroom. “Is he… Is there anything I can do?”
“He’s just not feeling the best. Wants me to hold his hand while he…” Andrea indicated the bathroom. “Could you give us a couple of minutes?”
“Yeah. Of course. I’ll try to keep people away, but I’m not sure how long you’ll have,” she replied.
“Did you just imply I was going to throw up?” Garrett asked as they crammed themselves into the small cubicle.
“Would you rather I tell her I was going to let you fuck me?” Andrea asked, boosting herself up onto the sink. “There really isn’t enough room in here for this.”
Garrett pressed against her, not really having much of a choice in the tight quarters, and ran his hands up her sides. “I actually think we’ve done this in a smaller space,” he commented.
“Really? Cause I’m not recalling it,” Andrea snarked. “Must have been some other girl.”
He nuzzled up against her, nipping at her lips until she let him in. “Now come on. You know you’re the only one for me,” he murmured.
“More like you have no time for anyone else.”
“Drea, baby, don’t get bitchy now. Please?” He reached down, easing her skirt up. “Can I tell you how much I appreciate you wearing a skirt today?” He leaned back as much as he was able. “Why are you wearing a skirt today?”
“Jealous, Gar?” she replied, even as his hands pushed her skirt up higher. When he growled wordlessly in response, she bit gently on his lip. “I had a meeting this morning. About you. And I didn’t have time to change before we headed for the airport.”
“Well, I’m glad.” He snagged her underwear, easing them down, and off. After a moment’s consideration, he shoved them in his pocket. “Um, I don’t have…”
Andrea reached into her cleavage, smirking as his eyes followed her fingers and withdrew the packet she’d tucked there. “Looking for this?”
“A goddess among women,” he breathed against her neck, before leaning back against the wall. His fingers went to his jeans, rapidly undoing the button and zip. “Can you…?” he asked, even as she ripped the package up. Somehow they squirmed around, finding enough room for her to roll the condom down his length. Garrett groaned as her hand stroked him, his fingers digging into her hips. “Drea,” he groaned.
“Yes, Gar. Yes, it’s fine,” she assured him. Her hands moved to his head, dragging him closer to her as her legs wrapped around his waist.
He groaned as she used her legs to pull him closer; the tip of his cock brushing against her opening. Andrea slid closer to the edge of the counter which allowed him to sink into her. She tensed a bit at the intrusion, but when Garrett tried to withdraw, she held him tight. “Andrea,” he protested. “I don’t know if I can do this without hurting you.”
She wound her fingers into his hair, tugging him closer until she could kiss him deeply. “It’ll be fine,” she told him.
Garrett moaned, flexing his hips and driving himself into her, until their pelvises rubbed together. Andrea encouraged him to keep moving, tilting her hips up into his as he moved. A moment later, he exhaled, biting down on the shoulder of her shirt as he shoved up hard against her; almost pushing her back against the wall.
Andrea gave him a minute then pushed against him. “Garrett, come on. We need to…”
“Yeah. Yeah. I. I got it.” He pulled out slowly, grabbing the condom, and tying it off. While he finished buttoning himself up, Andrea grabbed a couple of paper towels and wet them down; then wiped his face. “Do your own, too,” he said. “You’re looking a little… wrecked.”
“Just gimme a sec.” Andrea grinned at him, shaking her hair and finger combing it before she gathered it back and quickly braided it. She pulled a rubber band off her wrist to tie it off and grinned again at Garrett’s pout. “What’s wrong?”
“I like your hair loose,” he said.
“I know. But now I don’t look like I just got fucked in the bathroom.” She pressed a kiss to his lips. “Ready?”
“Are you okay?” he questioned.
“Fine. Can I have my underwear back now?”
“No.” It was his turn to grin as he shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Gar-rett. Please.” She sighed. “You really want me to spend the rest of the flight without my underwear?”
“Yes.” He leaned in closer, breathing against her neck, before whispering, “Because then when we get to the hotel, I can…” He ran a finger down the other side of her neck. “Have you all to myself.”
“You can have me all to yourself without keeping my underwear,” Andrea replied. She fished in his pocket, pulling out her panties, and wiggling around until she could slip them on.
Garrett helped her down, holding her tightly against him. For a minute they just stood there, then Garrett reached down to settle her skirt into place. He brushed a kiss across her forehead, then across her lips. “Thank you.”
“Will that be all, Mr. McTavish?”
“For now, Miss Falk.” He grinned. “I think it might have worked its way out of my system.”
“We’ll see about that. Let’s get you back to your seat.” She reached around him to unlatch the door and motioned for him to step out.
Garrett pulled up short when he almost ran into the flight attendant as they exited the rest room. “Mr. McTavish,” she blurted out. “Ah. Are you feeling better? Can I get ah can I get you anything?”
Garrett exchanged glances with Andrea, who motioned for him to continue, before answering, “Another ginger ale? If you don’t mind.” When the girl nodded in agreement, he finished, “Thank you. We’ll go back to our seats now.”
Andrea shook her head as Garrett cupped her elbow, guiding her to walk in front of him. Sliding into his seat when they got back to their aisle, he tugged on Andrea’s arm until she settled into her own seat. It took them a few minutes of re-arranging, but finally they were sitting again. “Do you want your iPad or a book?” Andrea asked.
“Do you have a book other than that horrid Harlequin?” he questioned.
“There is nothing wrong with my Harlequin,” she replied. “If nothing else it’s thick enough to beat you with.”
“So I should turn you in for abusing me?” he questioned.
“Absolutely not. You’d be lost without me. iPad?”
“I guess so. Can I have my pillow back?” Andrea checked the two iPads she had before handing over the one that was Garrett’s. She dug the pillow out from where it had fallen and also handed it over to him. Garrett squirmed around, trying to get comfortable. “Ya know, it’s really unfair of you to make me sit in the inside seat.”
“Yes. And you know what would have happened if you’d been in the outside seat.”
“Yeah. That might have been awkward.”
“Might have been? Really? Might have been?”
Garrett tilted his head. “Would have been?”
“Yeah. Play with your iPad, Garrett.”
Garrett leaned over so he could whisper in her ear. “Rather play with you.”
Andrea was saved from answering by the appearance of the flight attendant with a new can of ginger ale. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked.
“No, we’re… Actually do you have some paper?” Andrea questioned. “I’m afraid we don’t have any pictures, but Garrett would be happy to sign some autographs for the flight crew.”
“Are you sure?” the woman asked.
“Yeah, absolutely,” Garrett broke in. “Just give me a list of names and I’ll write them out.”
“Oh, thank you so much.” She gave a little bounce before heading back up the aisle.
“You so owe me for this,” Garrett said as they shifted around.
“I’m sorry. How do I owe you for this?” Andrea replied. “This is part of what you do.”
“You owe me because you’re the one who wanted me to sleep and rest on this flight, not sign my name a hundred times.”
“I’m sure it won’t be that much,” Andrea answered as the flight attendant returned and tentatively handed over some papers and a list of names. “Thank you.” She skimmed the list. “I’ll make sure these get back to you when we land? And you’ll get them to the appropriate people?”
“Yes. Yes of course,” she answered. “I’d be glad to. Let me know if you need anything else.”
Andrea smiled as she handed the list over to Garrett, letting him skim the names. “We will. But I think we’re fine for now.”
Garrett nudged her, wordlessly asking for a pen, and Andrea handed one over, watching as he went through the list. After a few minutes, he started tapping the pen on the tray in a varying rhythm until Andrea reached out without looking and stopped him. “Problem, Drea?”
“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
“Is it working?”
“Garrett.”
“Andrea.”
She shook her head. “No. Really. Sign the papers for the nice people and then we’ll deal with everything else later. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good.” He tilted the paper towards her. “Can you read that?”
Andrea took the paper from him, staring at it until she figured it out, then writing it down. “There ya go. Sooo…” she paused for a minute, then forged ahead. “No more urges?”
“Not at the moment no. Doesn’t mean it won’t come back though.”
“Well relax while you can.” She pointed at the papers he had spread across his tray table. “And finish those.”
“Do I have to?” he asked.
“Yes. Now be a good boy.”
“I’d much rather be more of a bad boy.”
“It’s too late for that.”
Garrett grinned in response to her words. “But that’s just the way you like me.”
“Sign your papers, Gar,” she replied. She opened her book, pointedly ignoring him as he tried to poke her with the pen. “Do it and I will break something you like.”
He considered her words and past actions, then pulled the pen back. “I’ll just… work on signing these.”
“Good boy.” Andrea hid her smile behind her book.
“You know I thought the point was for you to be nice to me and take care of me,” he said after a few minutes.
“I think I’ve been pretty nice to you. Besides if I was sugar sweet, you’d get bored and then we’d have lots of time with the oh so fun paparazzi.”
Garrett winced. “There is that. Okay. Good point.”
“Mmhmm,” Andrea agreed. She reached out, absently patting his thigh. “Sign…”
“Your papers, Gar,” he finished with her in unison. He glanced around before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her lips. “I know.” Andrea smiled in response and rested her hand on his knee, going back to her book. After a minute, she began to absently rub circles into the muscle. “Um, Drea?”
“Hmm?” she asked.
“That might not be such a good idea.”
Andrea glanced over at him, then down at his lap. “You have got to be kidding me!”
“Involuntary. Well, okay not completely, but come on. You can’t blame this completely on me!”
“No, but I can totally and completely blame it on Jamie.” She glared at him. “You are absolutely not taking any more drugs from him.”
He squirmed in his seat. “I’m sorry, okay?” He turned begging eyes towards her. “Please?”
“I am not going back to the bathroom with you,” she hissed at him, flicking the blanket over him. “What do you want?”
Garrett leaned over, brushing his mouth across her neck, and smiling at the shudder that went through Andrea at the touch. “What I really want,” he breathed against her skin, “is to have access to a really big bed and have you spread out and naked on it so I can take my time and not be at the mercy of this damn drug and my fucking schedule.” He worked a lock of her black hair loose from the braid and wound it around his finger. “But I’d settle for a blowjob. You know how very much I love your mouth. No matter how you use it.”
Andrea rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah. Not happening.”
“But, Dreeeeaa.”
“And now you sound like you’re five.” She slid her hand up his leg, cupping the hard length still contained in his jeans. “Although this feels a lot older.”
He moaned softly. “Drea, please.”
“Undo your jeans,” she answered, shifting around in her seat as he followed directions. Settling her head on his shoulder, she wrapped her hand around his cock. “Normally I’d greatly enjoy this, but…” She stroked him gently, smiling as he pushed into her hand. “This is just getting ridiculous. And beyond…” She shook her head. “I don’t even know.”
Garrett rolled his head until it was resting against hers. “Feels so good,” he breathed.
“I’m sure it does,” she replied. She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, moving with the motion as he arched into the touch. “Gotta hold still,” she cautioned.
He whined low in this throat. “I can’t.”
“You need to,” she whispered. “I know it’s too much. Know you don’t like not being able to touch me or have space to stretch out. But we’ll have time later, when you’ve recovered…” She pressed a kiss to his neck as he rolled his head away. “Come back here,” she told him.
“Drea,” he begged.
“That’s it,” she praised. “Whatever you want when we have the time and the space. If you want my mouth wrapped around you…” She stopped as Garrett’s hand pressed against hers and he moaned softly. “What?” she questioned.
“Too much,” he whispered.
“I can’t help you if I…”
He tilted her head up, nudging her with his nose. “Kiss me.”
Opening her mouth under his, she moaned softly as he slipped his tongue inside, stroking along hers as he deepened the kiss. A moment later, he was the one to moan as his hand clutched hers again. She pulled back, nipping at his lower lip. “Better?”
“For now,” he breathed.
“Okay,” she answered as the seatbelt sign lit up and the captain’s voice came over the PA, announcing their descent into Edinburgh. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Lemme sleep,” he muttered.
“Sleep when we get to the hotel,” Andrea bargained. She shifted around in her seat, grabbing tissues to clean Garrett up and buttoning him back into his pants. “Just a little longer, Gar. I promise I’ll make your excuses when we get off and you can go right up to the room.”
“I’m gonna kill Jamie,” he muttered.
“Mmhmm. Careful with the threats in public,” she murmured. “People have big ears.”
He rolled his head back, words flowing out that she didn’t bother trying to decipher because he wasn’t really making sense. Andrea knew that the more tired he got, the more he’d sprout nonsense. It was endearing when they were alone, but could be dangerous in public when who knew what would come out of his mouth.
Andrea was just tucking the blanket back in around him when the flight attendant stopped next to their seats. “I need you to put your seats up for the descent,” she explained. “May I take your trash?”
“Yeah, of course,” Andrea replied, nudging Garrett until he complied. “Thank you.” She handed over the remnants of their drinks and other supplies, before glancing out the window to see the city lights below them. “Not long now, Gar.”
“How long are we here?” he asked, reaching over and slipping his fingers into hers.
“A little over forty-eight hours, but we’re only going as far as London after that,” she told him. “You’ll have some time to sleep when we get to the hotel.”
“You sleep, too.”
“I have some calls to make, then I will.”
“Sleeep.” He grinned at her. Andrea ran her free hand fondly through his hair, continuing to bargain with him as the plane touched down and began to taxi towards the gate.
When the fasten seatbelts light turned off, Andrea got to her feet, gathering their things from the pockets on the back of the seat and sighing when she came across the papers Garrett had signed. “We forgot to give these back.”
“No. You forgot. I never said I would return them.” Garrett worked their back packs free, handing Andrea’s to her. “But I’ll give them to the girl…woman,” he changed it to when he saw her expression, “if you want.”
“No. I’ll take care of it.”
Garrett frowned at her. “Are you upset?”
“No.” Andrea squeezed his hand, accepting the kiss he pressed to the side of her head at her words. “I’m not upset by you.” She nudged him towards the front of the plane. “Let’s get out of here so you can sleep.”
As they reached the flight attendant waiting at door, Andrea held the papers out. “I’m sorry. I forgot to give these back to you when Garrett was finished. I hope you still have time to pass them out.”
“I should. Thank you for signing them,” she said to Garrett who nodded. She turned back to Andrea, winking at the black haired woman. “Enjoy your visit to Edinburgh.”
Andrea locked eyes with her for a minute, then pushed Garrett out the doorway. “Thank you. For… Just thank you.”
Garrett was quiet until they were almost out of the breezeway, finally asking, “What? Did she know what was going on?”
“Yes, Garrett. Yes, she did.”
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