the flight
As the night went on, her laughs became more genuine. Maybe it was the endearing effect of the liquid courage or maybe it was her level of comfortableness with the situation, but every hour seemed to get more and more intriguing.
It had to be hours past midnight, and she was convinced that the sun would be making its first appearance soon enough. Nevertheless, the train kept moving, chugging across the sloping valleys and hills of the German plains. On second thought, it may not even be Germany anymore, based on the fact that the train had never even come to a slower pace.
The waiters seemed robotic, but yet joyful. All male, with square-cut jaws, slick black hair and eyes the same colour of a beautiful sky, it was clear they loved their job. Whatever their job actually was, because she was fairly certain it wasn’t be waiters until inhumanely hours in the morning on a train.
Dessert was finally served, a tower of chocolate fondue, cascading down the tiers like hot lava. From strawberries and pineapple, to cheese and grapes, there was every delicacy that she could think up of surrounding the pools of hot syrup.
And as the night became longer, the secrets began to spill - the other diners were beginning to crack and share their stories. Who they were, what they were occupied with or where home was.
But no one was sharing their real lives, obviously. Everyone was just rattling off well thought up identities from Geheim himself.
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(three days ago)
It was almost time to leave on her adventure and Ali was more than overjoyed. Except for the fact that she would have to leave her favourite stud.
“Babe,” she whined to her keeper.
“Hmm?” Ash poked her head into their bedroom which the two shared. Ali was curled up in their plush, white duvet, brown curls tousled across the pillow.
"C'you c'mere for a minute and snuggle," her sleepy morning voice begged.
Ashlyn internally 'awwhed' at how adorable her tiny little girlfriend was.
"Of course Alibean."
Ash crawled under the covers, wrapping Ali up tightly, letting her hands roam the small of her back. After a while of innocent playing, she finally let her hands go down the extra couple of inches to roam her girlfriend's ass, eliciting a quiet sigh from Ali.
And if Ashlyn had not been paying her utmost attention, she definitely would not have noticed. But she did, so she carried on, kissing the top of her princess' head for good measure.
Ali slowly began to break from her sleep induced state, her hands aimlessly wandering her girl's entire chest over her skimpy Nike bra.
Ali had gotten enough of her harmless teasing, sneaking effortlessly under Ashlyn so that she could feel the erect nipples eagerly waiting under Ashlyn's bra with her own chest.
Ashlyn slowly nsaked an arm down between them, tracing light patterns over Ali’s panties. Thankfully for her, Ali doesn’t really believe in wearing pants to be - this tradition has come in handy for both girl’s on numerous occasions.
“Oh babe, I want to feel you,” the brunette got out between gasps.
Ashlyn just smirked, kissing her deeply, before pushing her panties out of the way and getting started with two fingers, earning a raspy moan from her sleepy girlfriend.
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(12 hours earlier)
The flight so far had been relatively easy going. Some turbulence over the coastline had drawn a natural reaction from Ashlyn to grab onto Ali, but with her absence, Ashlyn just took the time to panic. When they got farther out over the ocean though, the transatlantic flight started to even out, becoming less and less terrifying.
There were not many people on board with her, a pilot and first officer, a flight attendant who doubled as a passenger and two girls who seemed to be sisters. The girls kept giggling, sneaking frequent glances up to Ashlyn, then back down to whatever they were looking at on their laptops.
And right now more than anything, Ashlyn wished that Ali we're here to translate whatever those girls were mumbling into english.
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As soon as the plane landed, Ashlyn was eager to be the first one to sprint off the plane. The specifics of directions included in the last letter, deemed that there would be someone waiting for her in the ‘Intl. Arrivals’ area, so she made a run for it.
Sure enough, a robotic looking German man was present, holding up a sign for ‘A. Harris’. Although he smiled at eye contact, there was something chilling about his sharp jaw and icey eyes.
Suddenly, Ashlyn felt a deep urge to go find Ali, to hold her and to protect her from him. But that would be silly, for Ali isn’t even here.
Or so she thought.
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Ali’s flight was a very smooth one. To play along with the ‘photoshoot’ she was going to, Geheim had put her on a gorgeous Lufthansa flight, in first class.
So she splurged, downing a couple glasses of white wine and catching up on some lost episodes of her and Ashlyn’s favorite shows.
And when the plane finally came to a full stop and the captain turned the seatbelt signal off, Ali was kindly escorted into the back of a limo. Geheim certainly didn’t play any games about losing the integrity of the identities he had put together.
The ride to her hotel was brief, and as soon as Ali got into her executive suite, she wanted to pass out onto the plush bed. It had to be near 6 a.m. in AMerica, so the defender really could use a good few Zs. Geheim had told her in one of the letters that on fact, sleeping before might be a good idea, because the train was indeed a ‘nighttime activity’.
So off came the skin tight black jeans that she had worn for Ashlyn’s sake, and as she curled up under the duvet, Ali had an odd sensation that although they were thousands of miles apart, she felt as if Ashlyn were right next door.
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(3 hours earlier)
“Ugh,” Ali swung her legs over the side of the bed, stretching her sore arms above her head. Satisfied with the crack of her back and her shoulders, she took a glance out the window of her room. It was probably mid to late afternoon and the Munich, and the city’s core was bustling with activity.
Ali giggled, remembering how many days she had spent, just one of the city goers. She yanked off the remnants of clothing, and scampered over to her luxurious shower. If she ever met Geheim, she would have to remember to thank him for the suite, as it certainly would make getting ready, much more easier.
Quickly, ALi grabbed her phone and blasted The Weeknd’s new album, then setting it down on the counter and running a steaming shower to get the day’s travel off.
Not before sending Ashlyn a quick picture of her naked chest though, and explicitly stating how much she missed her.