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  “I think I’ll be too focused on enjoying you to even notice where I am.”

  It’s the middle of the night, in the middle of the sky, somewhere over endless empty desert, plains, or farmland. Most of the passengers on the darkened plane have gone to sleep.

  Sven is at my side, reading something. I was reading, too, when I got distracted and started staring at him thoughtfully.

  He has noticed this, and puts his phone down to squint at me. “What?”

  “You’re like… way too muscular to fit into an airplane bathroom, right?”

  He lifts his eyebrows in surprise. “Seriously, Mary?”

  “Asking for a friend,” I say with a wicked smile.

  “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”

  “Never,” I say innocently, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “I was just replaying things in my mind, and wondering if you have some kind of… health issue that prevents you from performing.”

  “Come again?” he asks.

  “Or come at all,” I whisper in his ear. “It’s okay if there’s a problem downstairs. I’ll like you anyway, Sven.”

  “There is absolutely no problem,” he assures me.

  “Well, maybe I just need like, a little sample of things to come,” I say, then have to restrain my giggles at the phrasing of this.

  He groans, but his hand has fallen to my lap, and is snaking its way up my skirt. “My brother never told me you were this insatiable,” he whispers as his hand begins to rub me through my underwear.

  “I was never insatiable with him,” I say, breathing heavily as I let my head fall against his neck. “But he also never dumped me on a bed and walked away, so maybe I was just more satisfied with him.”

  “Mary, I just thought we were going to try to go on a date first—take things slow and romantic.” He says this while massaging his fingers in slow and romantic circles against my clitoris.

  “I thought we were going to stop wasting time,” I whisper against his neck. “We can be fast and dirty now.” I trace kisses up to his ear, before taking his earlobe into my mouth and biting gently. “We can do slow and romantic later. Besides, isn’t an airplane a unique place for a first time?

  “That’s true. It’s not a full flight,” he says, looking around. “We are pretty isolated. I can just take care of you right here with my hands.”

  “No,” I say, moving his hand away. “I’m sick of the foreplay. I want you. I’m going to the bathroom, and you can join me in a few minutes if you want. Otherwise, I’ll just be lonely and sad in there without you.”

  I rise to my feet and place a kiss on his nose. “But I like you either way—so no pressure. In case you’re too shy or anything.” I wink before stepping over him, and heading down the aisle. I am pretty sure that shy comment is going to get to him. As I walk away, swaying my hips with a spring in my step, I realize that my confidence really has vastly improved in a short period of time. This isn’t like me at all.

  When I enter the bathroom, I spend a few seconds staring into the mirror and questioning who I am becoming, and whether I like it.

  Not much time passes before the door opens behind me. At the sight of Sven’s face, I decide I do like the new me—grown up, decisive, bold and brave. Knows how to get what she wants. I like her very, very much.

  “Mary, Mary, quite contrary,” he says as he enters the room. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

  For a second, as he moves closer, I’m pretty sure this was an impractical idea, because he is just too large. I don’t think we’re going to manage to get the door closed. I turn to face him, pressing my body against his to save space.

  “Will this work?” I ask, feeling suddenly a little ridiculous.

  “Airplane bathrooms are a tight fit,” Sven admits, locking the door, “but worth it if I can manage to fit into certain other tight spaces.”

  I smile awkwardly, reaching into my pocket for a condom. “You can use this.”

  “You had a condom with you?” he asks in surprise.

  “I’m enjoying my new Body by Sven, but I don’t think I’m ready for a Baby by Sven.”

  He grins. “I guess we can take that part slow.”

  “Yes. Right now, I would really just like to enjoy Sven’s body,” I tell him, sliding my hands over his hips to help him lower his pants.

  When his boxers are down, I stare in awe at the sight of him. His cock is thick and strong, just like the rest of him. There is no way I could manage to lower my body enough to taste him in this tight space, so I wrap my fist around his shaft to stroke him a few times. Sven’s body jerks in response as he inhales sharply, and I can feel him pulsing under my fingertips. He fumbles to get the condom on and slide it down his shaft, and I feel my insides clench, my body literally dripping with anticipation. Wrapping my arms around Sven’s neck, I feel his hands move to cup the bottom of my thighs and lift me against the wall.

  I stick one leg out to press against the other wall for support, as Sven reaches down and pulls my already soaked thong aside.

  “Are you ready?” he asks, positioning his cock at my entrance.

  “Hell, yes,” I say, trying to move my hips to get him started. I am a little nervous that this is going to hurt, due to his size.

  But when he starts to push himself into me, I forget everything at the delicious sensation of my body stretching and adjusting to him. I find myself moaning at the sensation of being filled.

  Sven places a hand over my mouth, to silence my noises.

  “Shhh,” he says softly, with a twinkle in his eye. “You don’t want to wake up the whole plane.”

  I nod as he gently slides back and forth, spreading my wetness around and opening me up more, inch by inch, until I have taken all of him.

  The pleasure is already overwhelming, and he hasn’t even really begun yet. I feel so full that every tiny motion he makes sends waves of sensation throughout me.

  “Is this okay?” he whispers, gently rocking his hips forward. I feel like I am filled up all the way to my bellybutton, but still, I want more. His body seems to be shuddering with the effort to hold back so that he doesn’t hurt me.

  “Yes—yes. Please,” I mumble, feeling almost incoherent due to the pleasure. I squeeze his shoulders as I whisper, “Please, Sven, fuck me.”

  I don’t have to tell him twice, as he pulls his length out almost completely before driving himself back into me. I cry out and he groans as his fingers dig into my ass, lifting me and holding me steady so he can drive himself into me. My gasps are growing louder, and he presses his lips against mine to shut me up as he thrusts deeper, slamming his cock into my body all the way to the hilt as he pins me against the wall.

  It feels like heaven. I am unable to think, and my mind is floating off somewhere in the sky—not just because we are thirty thousand feet above the ground. I feel deliciously detached from the planet altogether, like I am somehow soaring through outer space.

  It’s really, really great sex.

  My head rolls back as my breathing quickens into short gasps. I can feel the waves of pleasure beginning to start, and I find myself pressing my feet against the sink and wall to improve the angle of my hips, to get more contact with his body.

  I moan when the base of his cock begins perfectly slamming against my clitoris, and this combined with the sensation of being so completely filled nearly sends me over the edge.

  “Can I go harder?” he asks softly, without stopping.

  I nod, and he clamps one hand over my mouth in preparation. His eyes are piercing into mine, filled with emotion. My insides tremble with excitement for whatever “harder” means. I can feel the muscles in his legs and abdomen tense up as he increases the pace.

  This time, he doesn’t hold back at all, and he fucks me so hard I feel like the wall might break behind me. The screams build in my throat, muffled by his hand as he hammers his cock into me with full force, until my orgasm is creeping up on me without warning. My whole body has grown limp and weak
with the waves of pleasure, and I just cling to Sven for dear life as my body begins to shudder.

  He can feel that I am close, and he kisses my neck as he delivers the last few thrusts that send me over the edge, and into oblivion. I scream against his hand, feeling my inner muscles tighten around him almost painfully, my pussy squeezing his cock like I am trying to juice an orange. I gasp as wave after wave of pleasure rocks me.

  Sven groans as I orgasm around him, and his own body shudders with the sensation. While I ride out the waves of my orgasm, there is some turbulence in the plane at that exact moment, and I’m not even sure if it’s real or just in my head. My whole body is already shaking, and it’s hard to differentiate what is due to the plane, and what is due to pleasure. But thankfully, Sven holds onto me, or I would surely be unable to stand and collapse on the floor like a pile of melted caramel.

  He somehow has enough strength and balance to continue a few final thrusts that take him to his own climax, and he tries to suppress his groans as he explodes inside me.

  I swear that I can feel the heat of his come through the condom, and it is so erotic and intimate that I sigh happily against his neck. I can’t really do anything other than cling to his shoulders, and he holds me, panting against my shoulder as we both regain our strength. I feel utterly spent, and like my limbs are made of taffy.

  “You were right,” he tells me hoarsely. “That was a really good idea.”

  “Mmm,” I respond. “We’re going to have to do it again.”

  “And again,” he agrees. “What’s your schedule like, tomorrow, the next day, and every single day after that?”

  “I’ll have to check my calendar,” I tell him. “But I’m pretty sure I can fit you in.”

  Chapter Eleven

  As we ride in the cab to my parents’ house, Sven and I are holding hands and snuggling up blissfully in the back. Needless to say, that was the best plane ride of my life. I feel so warm and satisfied that I barely notice the dramatic temperature shift from California sun to Minnesota snow. I feel like there is warmth spreading through me to the very tips of my hair.

  Talk about a major afterglow.

  My skin is alive and tingling all over. I feel damn near radioactive.

  And I know it’s about to get even better, because we’re close to Snowflake Creek.

  “Mary,” Sven says softly.

  “Hmm?” I respond, still not feeling like using real words.

  “I don’t want you to lie to your parents about who I am,” he says. “I know that’s why you brought me out here, but I don’t want to begin our relationship on a lie.”

  I am just so happy that he wants to begin a relationship that it’s hard to focus on the rest of his words. “I just don’t know if they would be happy for me,” I explain, “or take this seriously if it’s something that just started, versus something solid that they’ve known about for years.”

  He frowns. “What happens when you actually want to introduce me to them at some point in the future? And they already met me, playing the role of Sebastian?”

  “I don’t know, Sven. But you heard my mom. We are here to cheer them up, and make them feel happy. Especially while my dad’s health is failing. We just need to bring them some hope that their daughter isn’t a total failure.”

  “But you’re not a total failure,” he says. “You’ve got that audition lined up, and I’m sure I can get you many more. Romantically, if you end up with me instead of Sebastian, is that a failure? Are you embarrassed of me?”

  “No, Sven,” I say, sitting up and looking at him. I take his hands. “I’m not embarrassed of you at all. It’s just really new, and I don’t know how it would look to them. Hey, Mom and Dad! Remember that guy I was dating for years? Well, he just dumped me, so I started boning his brother instead! But Sven’s way better, and this time it’s for real. We just had great sex in an airplane bathroom, so I’m sure he’s the one.”

  “Okay, you’re right. That does make you look a bit like an idiot,” he says with a grin. “I mean, I am the one, but not just because of the airplane. And you’re not boning me, I’m boning you.”

  “Having a bone doesn’t automatically mean you’re the one doing the boning,” I inform him. “Don’t be sexist.”

  “Alright,” Sven concedes. “We can tell your parents that we are boning each other.”

  “That’s acceptable.”

  Noticing that our cab driver might have heard some of this, I blush.

  “And I was majorly an idiot,” I tell Sven, linking my fingers with his. “For not realizing how awesome you were sooner.” As I say this, the cab begins driving through the center of downtown. A huge smile takes over my features as I get flooded with nostalgia for the place I grew up, and sheer joy to be home.

  Every single shop on Main Street is decorated with a ridiculous amount of Christmas lights. They never take them down, and they just add more each year. To make things even better, there are elegant arches throughout the boulevard, and each of those is covered in even more lights.

  We are arriving while it is still dark, so luckily we get the full effect of how magical it is here.

  “What on earth is this place?” Sven asks in amazement, staring out the window. I can see the colorful lights reflecting in his eyes, and he looks like a little boy on Christmas morning.

  “Welcome to Snowflake Creek!” I announce with a big smile.

  “You didn’t tell me it was… like this,” he says, gesturing around us.

  “You wouldn’t have believed me. You kept saying that Minnesota was the middle of nowhere with nothing to do except have sex, remember?”

  “Well, I mean, just because it’s beautiful and festive doesn’t mean there’s anything to do,” he responds.

  “Excuse me, but you cannot talk about Snowflake Creek that way. In fact, we are stopping to grab tacos at my favorite place, just because you said that.”

  “I am always down for tacos,” Sven says. “But where are you going to get any at 6AM?”

  “We have a 24 hour Mexican restaurant,” I tell him, as I lean forward to redirect the cab driver. “It would suck to live in a place where you can’t get good tacos in the middle of the night.”

  “Truer words were never spoken,” he agrees. “Maybe we can consider this our first date.”

  “So, your taco place is named Away in a Manger?” Sven asks, as our food arrives.

  “Well, technically, it’s Manger—which is French for ‘to eat,’ but they put the rest of the sign up for the holiday season.”

  “That’s adorable,” he says.

  “It is not adorable,” I inform him seriously, as I pick up one of the hard shells. “Each taco is a little bundle of magic, delicately holding perfect ingredients together in a combination that is so scrumptious, it will make you believe in all that is holy.”

  “That is a really good sales pitch,” Sven says, as he picks up his own taco.

  “I used to work here in high school,” I admit, closing my eyes as I take my first bite. “Mmmmm. Yes.”

  Sven chuckles. “I didn’t realize you were so religious about tacos.”

  “Who isn’t?” I ask, with my mouth full.

  After enjoying our food together, Sven brings up the subject of not lying to my parents again, and we begin to argue slightly. His position is still that I should tell them the truth, but I am worried that it will disappoint them and make them worried about me, which is the opposite of what we came here to achieve.

  Finally, I offer a compromise. “How about I tell my sister? My sister, Eve, who lives in Alaska. That way, I’m not lying to my whole family about you, and you can know that I’m serious about you and you’re important to me. We can also gauge Eve’s reaction, and use that to determine whether we should tell my parents the truth, and maybe ask her advice on the situation. She’s the one who sent me over here to Minnesota, and she’s really worried about my dad.”

  “Hmm,” Sven says, still negotiating. “I’ll see your
sister, and raise you an Instagram post.”

  “What?”

  “A selfie, taken right here at your favorite taco place, posted to Instagram as a memory of our first date.”

  “Sven,” I say softly. “Your brother could see it too.”

  “I don’t care,” he says, taking my hand. “That’s the whole point. I want to be with you and don’t care what anyone thinks.”

  “Okay,” I say with a smile. “I’ll call Eve first.”

  “Isn’t it too early in Alaska?” he asks.

  I wave my hand dismissively. “Eve is a writer. She works at all hours and has no concept of day or night. It doesn’t help that there’s virtually no sunlight.”

  Sven nods. “Some parts of Sweden are like that too. Okay, go ahead and call her.”

  When I dial Eve, I wrinkle up my face anxiously, knowing that she’s going to make fun of me for this. I might never live it down. I put her on speaker.

  She answers almost instantly. “Mary? Are you in Minnesota? How’s Dad?”

  “I am here in Snowflake Creek, but we haven’t gone home to see them yet.”

  “We?” Eve repeats. “Is Sebastian there with you?”

  “No, Eve. Not Sebastian. That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” I say awkwardly.

  “Not Sebastian? Then who the hell is with you?” Eve asks.

  “His brother, Sven.”

  “His brother?” Eve exclaims loudly.

  “Look, Sebastian dumped me a while ago and became a massive jerk, and Sven was there for me…”

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” Eve yells through the phone, making me flinch. “Do you have a fetish?”

  “Sorry?”

  “Dating men named after animals from Disney movies! First Sebastian the singing crab from The Little Mermaid, and now Sven the reindeer from Frozen? Who’s next? Olaf? Simba? Abu?”

  Sighing, I slap a palm against my forehead. I see that Sven is chuckling beside me. “I didn’t choose their names, okay?”

  “Are you going to call me one day and say you’ve hooked up with Nemo? Iago? Mushu? Stitch?”