CHAPTER 12

Passion:
A powerful emotion, such as love, joy, hatred, or anger.
Ardent love.
Strong sexual desire; lust.
The object of such love or desire.
Boundless enthusiasm: His skills as a player don’t quite match his passion for the game.
The object of such enthusiasm: Soccer is her passion.
An abandoned display of emotion, especially of anger: He’s been known to fly into a passion without warning.

Flashback

“Ready?”.
“Ready”.
“Are you sure you haven’t forgotten anything?”.
“I am sure”.
“Where are the plane tickets?”.
Carmen chuckles.
“Come on, Shane… What’s wrong with you today?”.
Shane just shrugs.
“I don’t like planes. They scare me”.
“I know, babe, but please stop being so nervous”.
Carmen grabs Shane’s nape.
“We are going home”, she murmurs sweetly against her lips.
“Just think about that. The flight will be smooth and anyway I am here with you. Okay?”.
Shane sighs.
“Okay”.
Carmen nods in approval.
“Great. Let me take my bag. I don’t wanna see you puffing and panting just to show me that you’re a real gentleman…”, she jokes.
Shane smiles.
“You’re such a tease…”.

End Flashback

“Hey, are you okay?”, Carmen whispers into Shane’s ear.
Her eyes look concerned as she gazes at her.
Shane’s face is pale. Her eyes are wide open and transfixed on something invisible. Practically, she’s staring at nothing as the plane bumps into its umpteenth air pocket.
“No, I am not fucking okay Carm. I’m pissing my pants”, Shane exclaims.
“Ssst…”, Carmen whispers. “…Babe, don’t shout, the other passengers are sleeping…”.
Shane rolls her eyes.
“Lucky them”.
Carmen sighs and gently brushes Shane’s chest.
“Relax, baby, just relax…”, she murmurs.
“I can’t”.
“Do you want some water?”.
Shane chuckles nervously.
“If we precipitate in that ocean down there, we’ll have plenty of water so no, thanks…”.
Carmen can’t help but smile, shaking her head.
“You’re so dramatic, sometimes…”, she says, kissing Shane’s sweated hand.
“I though a night flight would be more comfortable for you, but I was wrong. You don’t even try to sleep…”, she mumbles.
“How am I supposed to sleep if we’re practically taking a ride on a rollercoaster!”.
“Sssst! Shane, please…”.
Carmen tries hard not to laugh. Shane is so sweet when she’s victim of her own childish fears.
She lays a blanket over their bodies.
“Here… Come here, babe, come here… Let me cuddle you for a while”.
“No no no, I want to put my seat belt on…”, Shane shakes her head.
Carmen sighs.
“Alright… Looks like you really need to relax…”.
“How am I supposed to rel –“.
“Shut up…”.
Carmen’s lips on Shane’s.
Carmen’s tongue gently meeting Shane’s.
Carmen’s arm sneaking around Shane’s shoulder, scraping her jacket.
Carmen’s other hand slipping under the blanket and massaging Shane’s legs.
Carmen pulls back, her lips lingering on her lover’s chin, kissing, nibbling.
“Does that make you feel better?”.
Shane doesn’t reply.
Carmen kisses her again and this time Shane closes her eyes, her fingers gently brushing the beloved tanned skin.
“Does…that…”, Carmen whispers, as her hand slowly starts unbuckling Shane’s belt, “…Make you feel better?”.
Shane is frozen, torn between fear and passion.
Carmen’s hand slips into her panties, starts caressing her, gently, softly.
Shane tries hard to catch a breath and rests her head against the seat, relaxing her shoulders.
Carmen smiles, feeling a well-known hotness spreading through her own body.
With her free hand, she pulls the hem of the blanket all over Shane’s lap.
“There… So we can have our little moment…”, she murmurs, sweetly.
And sexily.
Shane turns her head, staring at her, and swallows.
“Am I doing right?”, Carmen teases, watching her straight in the eyes.
Shane is taking long, long breaths.
“Yes…”, she whispers., “…Yes you are…”.