RavenBlue
Blue Crack Addict
Just a short chapter here, hope you enjoy.
Dessert is the best part of dinner anyway
Disclaimer: Yaddda yadda don't know the band. This is fiction, completely and utterly untrue garblygook.
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After supper, Bono had led Serena into a small sitting room. She was aware that it wouldn't take that long to fly to NY, about the same as to Toronto. He had sat down on a chaise lounge chair and patted beside him for her to join him. The electricity between them almost audible yet again. Not that it ever went away, but when they were close.. well it was very apparent as to what was on each others minds. Not that Serena would admit that to herself, that is. Or to him, but she didn't need to.. he could read her like an empath. Serena eyed him suspiciously and then gave in and sat down beside him. There was just enough room for the two of them and she was squeezed in beside him. Which felt quite good, she admitted. Any bit of touch from him sent her over the moon. Human contact.. for so long she'd had hardly any besides handshakes and the odd friendly hug. Oh how much had changed in such a short time. She breathed in, drank in his scent and raised her face to look at that kind face. He had removed the glasses, and those beautiful eyes were smiling down at her. Like someone she had known for years. In a way, she reasoned, she had. She had known him through his songs, saw his soul in the videos. But to actually experience him first hand, paying attention to her of all the girls in the world. Well, it was overwhelming to say the least.
"20 Minutes till we land at JFK, boss" came suddenly through the intercom.
"So much for the mile high club" Serena whispered.. and hadn't intended to say that out loud at all. But Bono had heard her and raised an intrigued eyebrow along with that adorable smirk.
"Twenty minutes can be a lifetime, darling. Care for a little fun do we?"
Serena could feel herself blushing but had to admit she was up for anything that this point. Particularly if it involved some more hot Bono lovin'. She was definitely up for that.
"It was a lovely dinner.. but I always like to go for a walk or something after dinner to you know.." she started, trying to not sound desperate.
".. yes I know.. to work some of it off. I know exactly what you're saying." He got up and locked the door, then stalked back over to stand above her. His stare was full of compassion and pure lust, well, she thought, at least she had his attention now. He certainly had hers. The heat from his eyes coupled with the chest hair peeking out from under the black shirt, her mind was no longer operating on a normal logical scale. Now, she was the prey waiting to be captured by the hunter. She'd started to breathe faster and he hadn't even touched her yet. He gestured for her to stand up and she clumsily rose to stand inches away from his waiting lips.
For a second, he simply stood there, gazing intensely at her and taking deep breaths. He began to slowly circle around her, never taking his eyes off of hers and his breaths became more hurried until he let out a tiny growl and then pounced. Serena gasped but was quickly immersed in the feeling of his mouth, his teeth lightly biting down on her neck. She flung her head back. All these years, she'd wondered what the big deal about being bitten was. Well, she'd had her answer now. She tried hard to get anything out of her mouth that sounded comprehensible.. a 'that feels so damn good' or a 'oh Bono' but it all came out as whispers and moans. Which actually seemed to spur Bono on even more. She guessed in the most primal dance, the most simple of language is all that is necessary. Now was the time for the beautiful language of touch and Serena surrendered herself to the hunter.
"Take me higher" she whispered. This caused him to tense up momentarily before coming round to face her again.
He licked his lips.
"Time for that dessert then" Bono grinned before capturing her hard with his mouth. He pushed her back, down onto the chaise once more and she responded to his roving tongue with her own.
Unbeknownst to the lovers inside who were just beginning to take off.. the plane was getting ready to land.
Dessert is the best part of dinner anyway
Disclaimer: Yaddda yadda don't know the band. This is fiction, completely and utterly untrue garblygook.
--
After supper, Bono had led Serena into a small sitting room. She was aware that it wouldn't take that long to fly to NY, about the same as to Toronto. He had sat down on a chaise lounge chair and patted beside him for her to join him. The electricity between them almost audible yet again. Not that it ever went away, but when they were close.. well it was very apparent as to what was on each others minds. Not that Serena would admit that to herself, that is. Or to him, but she didn't need to.. he could read her like an empath. Serena eyed him suspiciously and then gave in and sat down beside him. There was just enough room for the two of them and she was squeezed in beside him. Which felt quite good, she admitted. Any bit of touch from him sent her over the moon. Human contact.. for so long she'd had hardly any besides handshakes and the odd friendly hug. Oh how much had changed in such a short time. She breathed in, drank in his scent and raised her face to look at that kind face. He had removed the glasses, and those beautiful eyes were smiling down at her. Like someone she had known for years. In a way, she reasoned, she had. She had known him through his songs, saw his soul in the videos. But to actually experience him first hand, paying attention to her of all the girls in the world. Well, it was overwhelming to say the least.
"20 Minutes till we land at JFK, boss" came suddenly through the intercom.
"So much for the mile high club" Serena whispered.. and hadn't intended to say that out loud at all. But Bono had heard her and raised an intrigued eyebrow along with that adorable smirk.
"Twenty minutes can be a lifetime, darling. Care for a little fun do we?"
Serena could feel herself blushing but had to admit she was up for anything that this point. Particularly if it involved some more hot Bono lovin'. She was definitely up for that.
"It was a lovely dinner.. but I always like to go for a walk or something after dinner to you know.." she started, trying to not sound desperate.
".. yes I know.. to work some of it off. I know exactly what you're saying." He got up and locked the door, then stalked back over to stand above her. His stare was full of compassion and pure lust, well, she thought, at least she had his attention now. He certainly had hers. The heat from his eyes coupled with the chest hair peeking out from under the black shirt, her mind was no longer operating on a normal logical scale. Now, she was the prey waiting to be captured by the hunter. She'd started to breathe faster and he hadn't even touched her yet. He gestured for her to stand up and she clumsily rose to stand inches away from his waiting lips.
For a second, he simply stood there, gazing intensely at her and taking deep breaths. He began to slowly circle around her, never taking his eyes off of hers and his breaths became more hurried until he let out a tiny growl and then pounced. Serena gasped but was quickly immersed in the feeling of his mouth, his teeth lightly biting down on her neck. She flung her head back. All these years, she'd wondered what the big deal about being bitten was. Well, she'd had her answer now. She tried hard to get anything out of her mouth that sounded comprehensible.. a 'that feels so damn good' or a 'oh Bono' but it all came out as whispers and moans. Which actually seemed to spur Bono on even more. She guessed in the most primal dance, the most simple of language is all that is necessary. Now was the time for the beautiful language of touch and Serena surrendered herself to the hunter.
"Take me higher" she whispered. This caused him to tense up momentarily before coming round to face her again.
He licked his lips.
"Time for that dessert then" Bono grinned before capturing her hard with his mouth. He pushed her back, down onto the chaise once more and she responded to his roving tongue with her own.
Unbeknownst to the lovers inside who were just beginning to take off.. the plane was getting ready to land.
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