Written November 2001
Rated a very strong R
Synopsis: Madeline’s motion sickness prompts Paul to deliver an effective cure.
Disclaimer: The characters within are property of LFN Productions, Warner Bros., and USA Network. No infringement is intended.
Madeline splashed a handful of cool water on her face, taking a deep breath. Motion sickness often affected her when she flew, and this time was no exception. It was always worse when the plane trip was long, as this one was. Nonstop from central Europe to the central United States was going to be hell on her.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. “It’s occupied,” she called out, leaning on the counter and staring into the mirror. The tapping continued. “I said it’s occupied!” She sighed when it didn’t stop. A private jet with sixteen passengers and four bathrooms, and they want this one. She pulled the door ajar. “I said it’s–”
A rose appeared, and she opened it the rest of the way. Paul gave her a sympathetic look. “How are you feeling?”
She smiled. “Where did you get this?” she asked, taking the flower.
“It’s a secret.” He leaned in the entryway. “I asked everyone if they had any Dramamine, and I came up empty handed.”
“Thanks anyway.” She bent over the sink again, cupping her hands beneath the faucet and dunking her face in them. When she looked back up, Paul had entered the tight space with her, locking the door behind him. “What are you doing?”
He rubbed his hand on her back. “What if I told you I had an effective, all-natural cure for your motion sickness?”
She straightened, chuckling slightly as he brushed his lips along her neck. “I’d be tempted to take it, but we need to consider our location. We’re cramped in an airplane bathroom with the commanding officers of the other Sections flying with us.”
“I don’t see a problem with that. Do you see a problem with that?” As he spoke, he began to unbutton her blouse, exposing the flesh. She tilted her head back, and he kissed the hollow at the base of her neck, moving downwards. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he muttered, caressing the length of her back. “You’re my favorite distraction. The ultimate aphrodisiac.”
Madeline laughed, unbuckling his pants. “I can tell.” She removed his erection and stroked it from base to tip, rolling it around in her hands. He didn’t need any more stimulation, but she loved to hear him moan. His verbal enjoyment of her teasing turned her on like nothing else.
“Yeah,” he groaned breathlessly. He tangled his hands in her hair, pushing himself in her hands although she was doing a magnificent job on her own. She was the most talented woman, with the most amazing techniques and the softest hands that never grew tired. He pulled up her skirt as quickly as he could. “I’m so glad you didn’t wear slacks.” He yanked her panties down, but the cramped bathroom prevented him from bending over to get them to her ankles. “Uh, we have a problem…”
She glanced between them. “Lift your foot, push them down.”
He raised his leg and caught the edge with his shoe, easing them to the floor. “Much better.” Turning slightly, he slammed her against the wall, grinning wickedly. She put one hand around his shoulders and jumped up, resting her feet on the sink.
She guided his erection to her, rubbing herself with the tip, spreading her wetness all over both of them. As he slid very slowly into her, she shuddered deliciously. “This was an excellent idea, Paul…”
He smiled, pulling out halfway. “I thought you’d like this.” He gently eased his way in and out, moaning at the silky, rigid texture that surrounded him. “We’ll have to do this more often.”
She groaned softly as he sank into her again. “What do you suppose the others are thinking?”
“I don’t care. They aren’t having nearly as much fun.” Paul let out a shaky breath. “God, Madeline, you feel so good.”
She smiled, kissing him deeply, her tongue taunting his. Within moments, their sensual rhythm turned urgent, and he pumped harder, faster, whatever she asked for. Each thrust elicited a moan, and the speed determined her pitch. He had to cover her mouth with his to keep her quiet. Motion sickness was not supposed to be so erotic. He grinned, imaging the expressions of the other Section heads as they wondered what was happening behind the bathroom door.
Madeline used the countertop to help her deepen their contact. She wanted him to fill her completely, and pressing her feet against the sink kept their hips close together. “Oh, God, Paul, harder. Harder!” He followed her commands, panting excitedly, and she ground against him and dug her nails into his back. She began to repeat his name over and over again, forcing herself to be quiet although she wanted to scream in ecstasy.
Unable to hold off any longer, Paul drilled deeply into her, gritting his teeth at the unavoidable and completely earth-shattering sensations that devoured him. She cried out, her senses exploding, giant ripples of pleasure dancing through her body. He gasped as her tremors clenched him, and his body jerked against her several times. She leaned her head against the wall, breathing heavily, waiting for the pleasurable tidal waves to ebb so she could move again.
Recovering from his gratifying release, he kissed her neck lazily, then her cheek, then her lips. “How are you feeling?” he asked with a smile.
Madeline began to laugh, pushing aside a wisp of her hair that lay on her forehead. “Your method cured a lot more than my motion sickness.” She put her feet back on the floor and steadied herself against his chest. Her skirt fell back into place, and his hands moved from her bottom to caress her shoulders. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you. I think I’ll be more focused for the next…ten minutes or so.” He pressed his mouth over hers as she laughed again. “I’ll return to my seat now, avoid any suspicious glances we may receive if we went together.”
“Better zip up first.”
He looked down. “Good idea.” He tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt. “Better?”
“Presentable.” She wiped a bit of her lipstick off of his lips. “There.”
He raised his eyebrows and returned to his chair. No one seemed to have heard anything; thank goodness Madeline had chosen a bathroom over the engines. He sat down next to the window and pretended to find something interesting outside. Madeline took the seat next to him a few moments later, clearing her throat as she passed him something.
“What’s this?” he asked. She smiled but said nothing. He looked in his hands and saw her panties. Quickly, he shoved them in his pocket and gave her a curious look. “Madeline, what–”
“You never know, Paul. I might be sick again later.”
He leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. “I certainly hope so.”