![]() ![]() Took me weeks to get that shit out of my hair after last time.” “Only as long as we don’t have to go back to that awful club with the neon body paint. “You’re still coming out tonight though, right?” Klaus asks in between affected pleasantries. “I can’t wait to get to the hotel,” says Lila. ![]() After a while, he feels the warm heat of lips hovering by his ear. Klaus maintains his rictus grin as they shuffle off one by one. There’s the honeymoon couple who got far too tipsy on champagne and attempted to pass their violent vomiting off as airsickness. “Thanks for travelling with us, have a safe onward journey.” There’s the man who clipped his toenails into a paper cup and stuffed it in the pocket of the seat in front of him. There goes the woman who changed her baby’s diaper across three empty seats and tried to hand it to him when she was done. Have a great trip,” says Klaus, waving each one off with a practiced smile and a pageant-style hand wave. Even if the passengers themselves succeed in wearing his patience. The stale smell of London farts is replaced with the dry Nevada heat and with it comes the promise of slick, suntanned bodies, frozen margaritas by the pool and the ding-ding-ding-ding of a million slot machines all begging to be fed and to have their big, satisfying buttons pushed. It’s the fact that as soon as the plane door opens he can sense the air is different here. It’s not the fake smile he’s forced to wear or the fact that after nearly 11 hours spent waiting on these people hand and foot that he finally gets to see the back of them, waddling their asses off the plane with their cranky children and carry on luggage, nor the fact that each passenger sends him a wan but sincere smile of thanks as they disembark. Not even the new guy - the pretty blond-haired one with the dimples and the body like a Men’s Health cover model. Flight attendants have standards and he’s not about to lower his for anyone. Klaus would never dream of sleeping with one. SUMMARY: Pilots are all the same: stuck up, arrogant, full of their own importance. And thank you so much to for her amazing Photoshop skills, featured above. Or a severe case of head lice.Īnyway, here’s an enemies to lovers slow burn featuring Flight Attendant Klaus and Pilot Dave having a series of sexy misunderstandings which will culminate, eventually, in smut.ĭedicated to the people responsible for planting these thoughts in my head: Naomi, Jenni, Twisty and Gray. A/N: I promise I am still writing my murder mystery (new chapter coming soon!) but sometimes an idea just burrows into your brain and makes a little home. ![]()
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