Request: Not but they’re open :)
Notes: I noticed I literally never say Emily’s name in this, but this is an emilyxreader fic…also the word fuck is used well beyond its fair use.
Summary: You don’t know what’s scarier, the turbulence or the way she makes you feel.
The aching in your legs was just a simple reminder that you really needed to exercise more. Ignoring the burning, you pushed yourself faster as the voice echoed through the airport once more making it clear not only how late you were, but also how far away your gate actually was.
“Excuse me, gate 22, gate 22…” You mumble and use your suitcase to push through crowds of lucky souls that were already where they needed to be to board their flying death trap. Well, maybe they weren’t so lucky…but neither were you at this point.
Your own flight left at 4 PM and though you were running late now, you’d actually gotten there with plenty of time to spare originally. However, your constant procrastination accompanied by your fear of flying created the perfect storm in the form of an incredibly long nap leading to an almost missed flight. And while normally you’d do anything to push back the upcoming near-death experience, you’ve been asked to be the keynote speaker for a conference and you weren’t very positive that they agreed with tardiness.
So here you were, getting in the most steps you’ve ever gotten as you obnoxiously pushed past the crowds. Picking up your pace, you spared a glance to your wrist to try to see exactly how screwed you were when things went from bad to fucking worse.
“Oh my god, I am SO sorry!”
You heard the apology right as you crashed into someone, but it did little to stop you from feeling the burning and even less to stop the explicates from leaving your mouth.
“Holy fucking shit, what the fuck—” You groaned out, immediately shimming out of the now soaked jacket you had on and examining your singed arm.
“That looks bad, I am so sorry, I tried to move out of your way bu—”
“But you decided to let your scalding drink spill on me instead!” You interrupted, snapping your glare from your red skin to the offender that now most definitely made you miss your flight. Your steel gaze connected with a warm brown one, making your resolve soften before you noticed the warm eyes quickly harden at your tone.
“Maybe if you had been looking instead of running with your head down, I’d still have my $5.64 worth of coffee instead of an empty cup and ruined shoes.” She shot back, leading your eyes down her curvy form to her newly stained shoes.
A brief feeling of regret filled you, after all, you had been the one not paying attention, however it all flew out the window when the gorgeous stranger responsible for staining your favorite jacket and blistering your arm opened her mouth once more, “After all, maybe if you’d been more responsible and gotten to the airport earlier like the other grownups do, you wouldn’t have been plowing over everyone.”
“I was here!” You said, narrowing your eyes once more, “It’s your fault I’m missing my flight now, I’d have made it had you no—”
“All I know is one of us is right and the other one is you so I’d try to get on the next flight before I miss that one too” And with that, the stranger threw her cup away in the trashcan next to you and swiftly turned on their soaked heels and sauntered away from you.
You narrowed your eyes at their retreating back, trying your hardest not to let your gaze wander down any lower besides that despite how much you wanted it to, before huffing once more and turning back around in search of a bathroom first and then a help desk. Flying standby it is.
After two hours, three different managers and one very well-placed bribe, you found yourself sitting near a window. You clenched your hands around the tight seatbelt you’d fastened as soon as you sat down and prayed that nobody would have the seat next to you so you could move over and not have to see the hunk of metal actually in the air.
“I must’ve been an awful person in my past life.”
Groaning, you squeezed your eyes shut and held on to your seatbelt even tighter, since when did the universe hate you so much? Sitting up straighter in your seat you could hear her stuffing her bags in the overhead compartment before you felt the heat radiating from her body as she slid into the seat next to you. You stayed like that, clenched with fear until takeoff began.
“Try not to look so excited—it’s embarrassing”
This time at the sound of her voice, you forced yourself to look at her. You felt your eye slightly twitch as you realized she wasn’t just annoying, she was annoyingly hot and as you continued to stare at her your hands unconsciously loosened their grip.
As if noticing your pale face and chewed up lip for the first time, your neighbor softened her brooding gaze slightly. Observing your nervous shakes going through your body, plump lips turned into a reassuring smile. That’s all it took. Meet cute be damned, she could throw hot coffee on your face and you’d say thank you if she’d just kept looking at you like that.
Suddenly, the nerves you were feeling weren’t from the turbulence you could begin to feel from take off or even the sight of the clouds right outside your window. Your heart wasn’t hammering because of the height and you were sure the flush you felt had nothing to do with the altitude.
“I have a friend who once told me statistically, the numbers say that it’s safer to fly than to drive.” Her words were said in a reassuring tone. You watched intensely as her eyes roamed your body as you rolled you lips and tried to decide what view would give you a heart attack quickest – the clouds outside or that damn mouth of hers.
“There are at least seventeen ways this flight could ruin my life. Literally. Like, I can list them off for you right now.” You choked out, growing increasingly bothered the longer you noticed your body next to hers.
“List them for me then,” Her voice caught you off guard, distracting you from the cute way her bangs seemed to be getting a little too bothersome and were constantly being pushed back by her slim hands, “I mean…I mean, only if you want to.”
You felt the tension in your body release as the beauty next to you stumbled on her words and the smile that lit up your face was one you’ve surely never flashed on an airplane. An unfamiliar warmness tingle spread through your body as you caught on to what she was doing.
“The emergency exit could open mid-flight.” You began, giving her a small thankful smile, knowing full well any other passenger would tell you to take a chill pill and sleep the rest of the trip rather than strike up a conversation and do their best to distract you.
“I saw in a Supernatural episode once that opening the emergency exit takes demonic strength. I think we’re safe.” She smirked, her own body shifting towards you slightly as if telling you a secret.
“That’s second on the list, demonic possession of the aircraft.”
And so, you continued, each way more absurd than the last in hopes of getting a laugh or even a smile from your neighbor, only stopping briefly when the flight attendant offered refreshments. Reason number ten in specific got you a smirk and a brief arm touch that further fueled your attraction in a way you knew at this point was more than physical. Every witty comeback, every snap back was leaving you just as breathless as her looks did. What is wrong with you? You’ve known her for less than a day and more than half the time spent with her you’ve been doused in steaming coffee. You’d be damned if you let her go though, you owed her a coffee anyways so it might as well be with you.
“Way number seventeen, and by far the scariest of them all,” You started to say once the pilot began to announce your landing, “Is having to get off this plane without knowing your name or phone number.”
“Are you flirting with me?” She smirked.
“I’m fucking trying to, but this turbulence is really throwing me off my game.”
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