If i could fly✈️
The last six months had been bliss for Zinnia. She and George had been in their honeymoon stage of dating. Last month, she pulled out all the stops for George’s first American Thanksgiving. She invited Dalton, Stella, their current significant others, Hugo and his new girlfriend. She somehow pulled off cooking a delicious and perfect turkey and all the usual thanksgiving sides. She decided she rather enjoyed cooking and hosting her little get together. Everything was going so perfectly and she was so happy. She fought this voice in the back of her head telling her to wait for the other shoe to drop.
George wanted her to join him on his visit to England over Christmas and New Years. Zinnia was flattered and the idea of being apart from him for two full weeks sounded like hell. But that same little voice in her head kept popping up telling her to say no. She hated that voice, mainly because it was almost always right. Some people refer to that voice as their ‘gut feeling.’ She resented it but decided to obey it and deny the invitation to England. George headed out the day before Christmas eve and later that night, alone in her bed, she regretted not joining him. But time apart was good, healthy even.
On Christmas Eve, her and Hugo decided to frost cookies and watch The Grinch. They didn’t have Christmas traditions, sometimes they left for a Christmas in the Bahamas, or sometimes Zinnia would stay at her best friend Dalton’s family cabin in Vail to ski. She never cared much about the holiday, maybe because she wasn’t raised Christian. Her other best friend Stella was jewish so sometimes she would join them on a night of Hanukkah. She loved learning about family traditions and so many of them were rooted in religion. She remembered a memory of her mother, she asked her if God was real. Her mother was ritualistic and superstitious, something that passed down to Zinnia. ‘Of course god is real, I believe there are many! There are angels and demons and fairies too!’ Her mom replied when she asked. ‘Dalton told me fairies aren’t real and the one I found in central park was a firefly.’ ‘Dalton is a muggle, a no-maj, he can’t see the world the way we can. He follows a book created by men to control the masses. We are witches and we believe in nature, energy, and above all else love!’ Her mother replied back. She was always using words like magic and witch. Zinnia learned through the years without her mother that she was just fiercely feminist and spiritual. That’s what made the most sense anyways.
Christmas day she went for a walk with Hugo down to the soup kitchen. She hated seeing the children and families in need and made a point to volunteer and donate as much as she could. With all her free energy wrapped up in George, she felt guilty she hadn’t taken a few hours to pay it forward.
Walking back, the sun was just starting to set and the air grew colder.
“So, George, you think he’s the one?” Hugo asked her.
Taken back a little as Hugo never asked her about her relationships, she replied, “Um, yeah, I think he could be.” Keeping it short. She knew how she felt and she didn’t care to get anyone else's opinion.
“Well for what it’s worth, I think he is a really good guy.” Hugo said, then added after a pause, “and I know your mother would have loved him for you.”
She fought back the tears that were creeping up to her eyes. The holidays were hard enough without her mother, she didn’t need to be reminded. “Thanks Hugo,” she replied politely and put her arm through his as they entered their apartment building.
They spent the rest of the evening opening the gifts they got each other, Hugo got her a new book, and she gifted him a couples massage for him and his girlfriend.
“As always, you’ve given me too much, thank you Z. Mabel is going to love this!” He told her.
Her cell phone started to buzz and was shocked to see George was calling her. It was 2AM London time. She tried him earlier that day, but he had warned her his service would have trouble while at his parent’s house. She excused herself from Hugo and went to her bedroom.
“George? It’s 2 am for you, are you insane?” She answered.
“Love, Happy Christmas my darling, it’s early the night is young!” He slurred, he was wasted.
“Georgie baby, you sound trashed, are you at home?” She giggled back, and hoped that he was alone, their phone calls werencringer by the day. “How was your flight? How’s your family? Tell me everything.”
He slurred through telling her his updates, flight good, family good, his youngest brother running his old joke shop good.
“But whatever gorgeous I want you, I want you here now. Please come for New Year's, we'll go out, it will be grand,” He hiccuped. She couldn’t tell if his accent had gotten thicker from the drinks or from being back around his family. “OK ok I booked you a flight babes, 30th of December, new year eve-eve I like to call it. 12pm virgin atlantic non stop.”
Her desktop computer in her room pinged with a confirmation of booking. “George! What the hell, I shouldn’t have gotten you that phone, you can’t just buy things, expensive things, when you’re this drunk!” She was laughing and was excited that he decided for her that she was going to visit him. She had bought him the new blackberry phone so they could use BBM.
“I’m sorry babyface, this thing is like magic and if I could snap my fingers and have you here I would, so this is the next best thing. If I could fly, I would.” He sounded so upset all of a sudden.
George nearly passed out on their call and Zinnia hung up the phone. Was she really going to fly to London in 4 days? She tried to check in with her gut and to decide. The rest of the night she tossed and turned, lonely in her bed and decided to start packing.
Sitting in JFK, Zinnia tried her best to start the book Hugo had gifted her for Christmas, A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik, but she was too excited to focus. Rereading over the first page again, she decided to message George again to let him know she was about to board. He had not called her since Christmas and his text backs were short ‘good mornings’ and ‘I miss you’s.’
He must have been spending more time at his parents house with limited to no cell service. Neither of them mentioned the flight he booked. After all, it’s not like he could forget, it must have shown up on his credit card statement and email.
After a long but comfortable 7ish hour flight, Zinnia’s plane landed at Heathrow Airport.
Her heart started to sink as she turned her phone off airplane mode and had no text back from George. Had he forgotten? He was nowhere to be found and all her calls went straight to his voicemail box.
She grabbed her bag off the carousel and was prepared to just grab a cab to a hotel when her phone finally buzzed back. George was calling her.
“George! Where are you? I just landed!” She answered the call excitedly.
“I’m right outside of course! I can’t believe you’re here, get out here and kiss me Z, I miss you,” He said back.
Thank god, she was relieved. There he was, his tall ginger head sticking out of the small crowd outside the Arrivals door. She ran to him, embraced him and he picked her up to kiss her hard.
“I can’t believe this, I missed you. What changed your mind?” He asked her as he set her back on the ground.
“Well you kind of gave me no choice! Or were you seriously that drunk you don’t remember?” She looked at him, he did not remember.
“Oh yeah no I remember duh! Yes I had this planned all along!” He lied in a sarcastic tone. “No love, I actually did not remember doing that, so this is a very happy surprise.” He added as he bent down to kiss her again.
“What? Then how did you get here so fast?” She asked. Her flight landed only 15 minutes ago.
“I saw your ‘boarding now’ text obviously and did the math.” He responded. “Come on it's late and you are probably exhausted, you didn't sleep at all on the plane did you?” He flagged down a cab and started to help her with her bags.
“Not a wink. I can never sleep on planes.” She couldn’t remember if she had told him that before, how did he know that?
They pulled up to a dimly lit pub and George paid the driver.
“Thank you for picking me up George, so where is your place?” She asked, looking around maybe it was above this bar?
“So it’s a little tricky to get to, London is an old city you know. Much older than New York. Follow me.” He told her as he led her into the bar carrying her bags for her. “Alright, just bare with me here ok? My shop is in this alley, behind this bar, and my old flat is above it.” He led her through the bar, then a literal hole in the brick wall in the back alleyway. It was unlike anything she had experienced in NYC. They stepped into a whole new street lined with little odd shops. George’s joke shop, ‘Weasley Wizard Wheezes,’ was hard to miss. It was in a prime location and the most colorful of all of the other storefronts.
“Oh wow George! This place looks amazing! Can I see inside?” Zinnia asked him.
“Here let’s check it out tomorrow, for now I want to ravish you so let’s head up to the flat through the side entrance.” He told her.
She had to agree, from being apart from him for a week, she was horny.
Zinnia followed George up the narrow rickety staircase and was surprised at how minimal and modern his flat was. Nearly nothing was on the walls and a big black leather reclining sofa sat lonely in the living room, very ‘bachelor pad, vibes. He threw her bags down and picked her up to lead her to the couch, kissing her at the same time. He sat so she was situated on his lap.
“I need your cock now,” she pleaded and slid off his lap to the floor, on her knees in front of him.
“Look at you, eager as ever,” he replied as he undid his belt and shimmied off his pants.
She wrapped both hands around his fully erect penis, then slowly licked from his base to the tip.
“Oohhh fuck,” he shivered and gathered her hair into a ponytail.
She took in as much of his length as she could, bobbing up and down finding the perfect rhythm. It didnt take long until he was cuming, she forced him all the way back, deep throating him and swallowing his salty cum. She was soaked through her panites, ready for him to return the favor.
“I fucking missed that mouth of yours,” Her said, cradling her faced in his hands and wiped a tear from her watering eyes. “Switch with me, I want to taste you.”
She removed her juicy couture sweatsuit and took his place on the couch, he kneeled in front of her.
“I love you on your knees for me,” she told him approvingly then put his face to her warm center.
“Good gods woman, already so wet, do you love choking on my cock that badly?” He asked her in between kisses on her inner thighs. He pressed hard on her sensitive clit and slipped three fingers inside.
“Shit George!” She gasped at the sudden stretch, her walls adjusting.
“Mhmm you got nice and tight while I’ve been gone, should I leave the country more often?” He curled his middle finger to her g-spot and watched her shudder.
“Yes! Ugh no, no fuck don’t leave me ever again.” She replied.
“Never,” he said back and his tongue was on her clit, wet and circling fast.
She couldn’t tell if his tongue and lips as he moaned into her warmth, vibrating against her. He had shoved his free hand under her top and was pinching and rolling her hard nipple in between his fingers.
She could feel her stomach flip and walls tighten around his fingers, he pulled them out as he felt her juices shooting out. The waves of ecstacy radiating from her core. She squirted out hard, shaking and screaming.
“Fuck Zinnia, that is a fucking new record. Your cum almost shot the wall.” He exclaimed.
“Shut up you dickhead,” she blushed, she couldn’t help feeling slightly embarrassed at her squirting ability, feeling like it wasn’t very ladylike although George loved it. She frankly loved it too at the moment. The clean up though, was like the most awkward walk of shame.
After she regained some energy and George was naked in the kitchen, making them tea, she got up to clean her mess. Feeling bad that the first time she visited her boyfriend’s London flat, she had nearly ruined the hardwood floors.
“Leave that love, I will take care of it,” George told her and placed her cup of tea on the coffee table.
“Are you sure, like you said that was a record, lots to, uh, clean up.” She blushed again and took a sip of her tea. He sat down next to her.
“Really love, leave it.” putting an arm around her, kissing her forehead. “You want to take a shower before bed?”
“Yes please.” She replied.
Zinnia showered off the long day of travel from her body. She wiped the foggy mirror with one hand and looked at herself through the steam. Maybe it was the electric sex she just finished having or the excitement from seeing George again, but she felt like her energy was different than she had ever remembered. The reflection of her aura in this mirror was clouded with black. Normally she saw her aura as a pinkish orange, reminding her of a tropical sunset. In this moment, in this environment, black was oozing around her halo, turning the sensitive and sympathetic pink hue to a dark, rich and bold color. She wiped the mirror fully, clearing the steam to investigate this change.
A knock at the bathroom door made her jump.
“Knock, knock” George said playfully behind the door.
She felt a giant wave of Deja Vu rush to her brain. This was more intense than it had ever been, her head pounded and rather than the feeling slipping away, a vision was forming in her third eye. It took over her present thoughts.
She was in the bathroom but not at George’s flat. It was smaller and the floor beneath her was vibrating, she was moving, she was on a train. She looked in the mirror again but rather than seeing herself wrapped in a towel with wet hair, she was in a gray sweater and an emerald green necktie. Her hair was lighter, her skin youthful, and her aura was almost unrecognizable. It was almost fully black and dark green, the glow closest to her head was slightly familiar, the pinkish-orange sunset. She looked down at her hands and the knock came at the door, this time on the train. Her nails were short and black, a silver ring with a black stone on her pointer finger that she felt was oddly familiar. Keeping her eyes glued to her hands, she reached for the handle to open it.
George was on the other side, back in the flat, looking at her with a scarlet oversized hoodie in his hand.
“Look what I found, my old high school jumper.” It was scarlet and gold with a small lion emblem over the right side of the chest.
Blinking quickly to take in her reality, Zinnia grabbed the hoodie from his hand. It was soft, and worn in.
“Looks like I have my pjs for the night.” She slipped it over her head and let the towel drop to her feet. It was huge on her, covering her bum and front like a short dress. It was warm and the sleeves covered her hands. She put both hands to her face to breathe in his scent. It was different from him now, the high school scent of George. Familiar, but different. She closed her eyes and took another deep breath. The scent of sage, and woody musk filled her nose and she blinked her eyes open, only to see herself outside sat under a large tree.
Her heart raced and she looked around, not able to recognize her surroundings. Looking down at herself, she was wearing the same hoodie. Her hand the same ring on her finger. She took note of the environment without moving from her spot. Tree behind her back, a big lake a few yards in front of her, the sky was bright but cloudy, the air was crisp like it was autumn. Her hands went to her neck and she curled her knees to her chest. She ducked her head down and took three long deep breaths.
George was at her side back in the flat. Back in reality. She was on the bathroom floor, hair wet, naked under his hoodie, curled up in a ball shaking.
“Zinnia, are you ok?” he asked softly, he sat at her side with his arms encircled around her body.
“Yeah, I’m ok. I just think the travel was too much. I need to rest. I’m sorry love. I am feeling really out of it.”
She wanted to reassure him and herself. She was just tired, it had been a long day. Holidays were stressful at home without her mom around. Stress can do crazy things to people. It was just stress. Nothing more.
“I’m just stressed and my body is exhausted, really I’m fine.” She added as he was still holding her tightly to his chest. The holidays were a stressful time for Zinnia. Her mom never came home for Christmas like she promised she would just three years ago.
He released his grip and slowly pulled her off the floor.
“Let’s get you to bed, little lady. It must be the English air that makes you so wooly-headed.” He led her to his old bedroom and onto the bed, laying her on the pillow gently. She remembered the first day she met George at his parent’s house in England, how she fainted in his arms. It was only a week or two after her accident.
She was so tired and let her eyes flutter shut. She was scared, she never had experienced visions like that, so real like she was transported to another place, another time. But she was safe, she was with George. Her instincts were lowered in his presence and the stress must have caught up to her. All she wanted to do now was sleep in his arms.
He joined her under the covers and shut off the lights. Pulling her in so that she was his little spoon. He lowered his lips to her crown, kissing her damp hair and nudged his leg to situate in between hers. Her breath was slow and sleep was taking over her mind. She felt her body fully relax against his.
She was home.