Title: Another Plane Ride
by me
Rating: R
Pairing: Ilya/Dany
Disclaimer: This is fake.
Summary: The Thrashers fly to Calgary. Sappy and stuff - my usual
fare.
Notes: Be nice to me, I'm typing all of these twice ;-) And excuse
typos that may have occured that I didn't catch.
The plane was pretty quiet. It was a tough loss. Too many dumb
penalties and inefficient penalty kills. And missed scoring chances.
Anyone who wasn't asleep was sulking. Ilya shifted uncomfortably in
the seat next to me, sighing.
"You all right?"
"Of course. Just, it is sore."
"You really should just take the painkillers."
"Ibuprofen is ok," Ilya answered.
"I really miss you out there, Kovy. You have no idea. I don't work
together quite as well with them as I do with you. They don't
anticipate me like you do."
"You play well today."
"Could've been better. I had a lot of missed chances."
"You made chances, though. You are very good, Dany."
I smiled. "We've been through this double complimenting many times.
And you still know that we play better together."
"Yes. We do."
"Now that that's settled..."
"We settled something?"
"We should sleep or something. Well, I should. Before Calgary. All
you have to do is sit in the press box and eat popcorn."
"You say like I would rather sit instead of play."
"I know you'd rather play."
"Yes. Don't go to sleep yet, Dany. I can't and I will be bored."
"Oh, and we can't have that."
"No. No." Chris Tamer was sitting behind us and he leaned up to look
over the seats between us. "Do not let him get bored. Dany Heatley,
I swear, I will not be responsible for my actions if he starts bugging
me." Tames sat back. I looked at Ilya.
"What the hell did you do to him last time I went to sleep?"
Ilya shrugged, an evil glint in his eyes. "Nothing much."
I sighed. "Well...I don't know how to keep you entertained."
He reached over, sliding a hand through my hair, pulling slightly. My
thick curls were prone to tangles. "I like your hair, Dan."
"Um, thanks," I said. He tilted his head, still smiling. Dammit. I
was really going to try to not make out on the plane. But he was
looking at me like THAT, and when he does that, I - Before my thought
of protest had actually finished, our mouths were together and my arms
were curling around him, too. I got lost in him too easily.
Tames poked me in the shoulder after a few minutes. "That's
unnecessary."
"It's necessary," I sighed, as Ilya's mouth moved on my neck.
"Go away, Tames," Ilya finally said.
"Why?"
"My mouth is moving lower."
Chris probably would've shrieked if we were not on a plane, and
instead just looked distressed and sat back quickly. And Ilya's mouth
did move lower.
I sat back, catching my breath, and he sat up, smiling. I pulled him
over lazily for another kiss. Our mouths finally came apart, and I
let my head drop to his shoulder. Moving fairly clumsily with my head
impairing his good arm, he pushed up the armrest between us. I pushed
closer, and he wrapped an arm around me as I used him for a pillow.
He stroked my hair, playing with the curls. He did that a lot. He
apparently found curls to be highly amusing. I didn't mind, though,
especially when half asleep and satiated.
My left hand rested on his abdomen, and I rubbed slightly. He made a
contented sound in the back of his throat and let his cheek rest
against the top of my head. "Night, Dany," he muttered heavily.
"Love you."
"Ya lublyu tebya," I muttered back, barely even realizing I was replying
to Ilya's English with Russian.