Gemme: A GiftMature

Weeks went by and we got in some practice. Okay, a lot of practice. I grin, packing the last few clothes into the suitcase. “Luca, you got everything?” I call.

"They won't let me take drugs will they?" He didn’t just ask that, I mean, did he really expect me to say yes?

"Luca, no, come on, one week without drugs. Please."

He groaned slightly at the idea of leaving them behind. There was a pause. "What about the knife? Will the metal detectors catch me out with that? I mean its carbon..."

"What d'ya thinks you'll need your knife for?" I asked, admittedly slightly alarmed.

"Well I dunno, do I? I always have it," he muttered.

"Luca, do you have to?"

He sighed and dropped the knife onto the bed with his drugs. "No, I guess not."

"If you want to take them, go ahead. I can cover them up for you." I sighed; I guess I could, although I didn’t know why he seemed so downhearted when I said he couldn’t take them. Like a kid leaving her favourite teddy behind.  

"No, no, it's fine. We're going there to make me stop being a jerk, right? So I guess it makes sense to leave it all here," he looked at the drugs and his knife and sighed again. "Y'know, some people have a comfort blanket, but oh no. Not me. I have to take drugs."

"I'll be your comfort blanket." I smiled, falling toward him, my arms round his neck.

He hugged me back and kissed me gently. "Thanks."

"No need." I whispered, kissing him back. "Now, you got everything?" I repeated, just making sure. He checked through all his stuff and nodded. I squeezed him softly and we got into the taxi when it arrived. I won’t bore you with the details of going through customs and such. When we were sat down in the plane I turned to Luca, “dunno how you feel about crappy comedy movies. There are two on and one romance.” I sighed, flicking through the in flight magazine.

"Aren't there any good movies on? At all?"

"Nope. Two re-runs of the Simpsons and come dine with me." I shrugged. "But, I have a book, if you'd like to read that." He shook his head, looking kind of embarrassed.

"Hmm?"

"I don't do books," he forced a half smile.

"You can't read."

"I can," he muttered sullenly. "I can."

"Then, what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Umm, okay. Well, other than that I'm afraid there's nothing."

"Mmm. Apart from fucking with people's luggage." he smiled.

"Luca! We have nine hours. The plane will be chaos."

"Sleep?"

"If you want."

He sighed, "I'm not tired. I guess I could make myself sleep though," he shrugged slightly.

"Luca, don't do that. Look," I checked my watch, "we have about eight hours left. I could play you some music or... I could show you a movie I've seen before."

"Up to you, I don't really mind," he smiled, "I should have brought my guitar."

"Yeah, I don't think that would've been wise." I laughed, unlocking my belt and sitting on his lap, my arms round his neck.

 "I could have entertained everyone," he laughed looking around the plane as he put his arms around my waist, "they all look so fucking /bored/."

 "That's because they all are." I pointed to a man who was mumbling to himself. "Apart from him, he's singing to himself." I laughed.

"Sing louder!" Luca yelled at him.

I hit his chest, "Luca!" I blushed.

He ignored me, still looking at the guy singing to him. "C'mon, man! Give us some fucking entertainment. Sing louder!"

"I'm sorry." I mouthed; rolling my eyes as the guy blushed, turning his head away from Luca.

"Come on!" Luca growled, "We’re all dying of boredom here." he looked at me and then grinned. "You sing."

"What? No," it seems it was my turn to blush.

"Why not? You have a good voice."

"You know I don't think so."

"I know you don't think so. But I know you do, and I know that other people will think you do. C'mon," he smiled, squeezing me slightly. I shook my head, nestling it into his chest.

He laughed, kissing the top of my head. "Sing for just me then?" I nodded, beginning to sing slightly. Three doors down, I hoped he remembered this song. Smiling, he began to hum along with me. "I got all the music back, when you gave me my memories back," he said when I was finished.

"Yeah, do you have a request?" I wondered.

"Only that you keep singing," he grinned, kissing me.

I kissed him back, smiling. I continued to sing whatever songs came into my head. Until I heard someone shout to me... vulgar man. "C'mon woman, Sing louder! C'mon love!"

"Oops," Luca smiled sheepishly, "I think I started something." I growled slightly, but I did as he asked. What did I care; I was immortal, live life for the now and all that. Luca looked over at the guy he had told to sing louder. He was looking at us with a half stunned expression on his face, his thoughts asking how I could be confident enough to sing louder.

I stopped, laughing, then the man that Luca shouted at stared at me, I smiled warmly back and he smiled in awe. I brought the song in his mind forward, willing him to do the same as me. "Go on," I whispered and he nodded, as his soft voice filled the plane I leant closer to Luca, "Huh, all he needed was a little push."

"I love you," he whispered in my ear before joining the singing.

"Oh, I love you too." I smiled back, finally joining in the singing last, closing my eyes. After I listened to the rare event of Luca singing and even when the song ended I changed, continuing to sing. I loved it. Apparently, Luca loved it too, continuing to sing with me. "You're a good singer." I whispered in his head.

"Are you sure about that one?" He laughed. I didn't answer, I just smiled and opening my eyes I gazed up, into his and my smile grew. I didn't answer, I just smiled and opening my eyes I gazed up, into his and my smile grew. He beamed back at me, taking a quick break from the singing to kiss me again.

I didn't let him continue signing either, bringing my lips upon his, not letting him pull away for a while. "I really love you."

"And I, really, love, you," he murmured, drawing each word out slightly. I grinned, beaming with joy as I gazed unblinking at him. He squeezed me slightly, but stayed quiet and I sighed. “I wish I had my paints."

"What would you paint if you had them?”

"You, Muse."

"You've been painting me a lot recently." he smiled.

"You're the only thing inspiring me."

"I dunno how you do it, sometimes," he smiled slightly. "Living with me, I mean. Let alone finding me inspiring."

"I find you very inspiring." I laughed.

"Why thank you," he winked.

I looked at him questioningly, "What was that for? The wink I mean."

"Me, silently acknowledging my awesomeness."

"Mmm, very awesome." I grinned, my hand resting on his leg as I adjusted my position slightly."He grinned and I checked my watch again. "So, we have six hours, what was this idea of yours?"

"Well... plane sex. Dunno if I'll last six hours, though," he laughed.

"Doesn't need to, I just need to keep you...entertained."

"Well, you're good at keeping me entertained," he mumbled in my ear, his hands lowering from my waist to my thighs.

I took his hands from my thighs. "This is my gift, to you." A smile tugged at his lips as he kissed me hotly. I kissed him back, my hands unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down slightly as I massaged him through the material. He groaned quietly as my hand moved, his eyes flickering up at me, lust sparking brightly in them. "You should be thankful of my power." I laughed, pulling his boxers down too.

"Trust me, I am."

I laughed, moving to the floor in front of him, my lips inches from his legs. "So, I sort of forgot what to do." I teased.

"No you didn't," he laughed, his hand reaching around behind my head, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"Hmm, how do you know?" I asked, my head moving slightly closer.

"Because you're my sex goddess," he smiled crookedly.

"Good enough." I laughed, moving slowly at first. He arched towards me slightly, his hands firm on the armrests. I still managed to smile, my movements speeding up slightly. A low growl rumbled happily in the back of his throat as I moved. "You horny animal," I whispered in his head as I sped up as much as I can.

"You love it really," he groaned.

"You're the one loving it,” I whispered, lifting my head, replacing it with my hand instead.

"What kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't enjoy your gift anyways?" he murmured, grinning at me.

"You mean you're pretending to like it?"

"Do I look like I’m pretending?"

I shook my head, whispering into his ear, "you know, if I drop this vision now..." I laughed, speeding up my movements. He laughed kind of breathlessly, unable to speak anymore. I went back to my original position, moving as fast as possible, my hands resting on his thighs. He moaned an "Uhm", shuddering slightly as he came to his climax. I returned back to my seat as he pulled up his jeans and buttoned them again, grinning at me. Leaning over, he kissed me passionately. "Thank you," he murmured.

"Once again, no need." I muttered, dropping the vision.

"You okay?"

"I'm fine; I just wish you would stop thanking me so much." I laughed.

He smiled. "Okay. Next time I won't say anything."

"I didn't mean that... I meant, for no reason." I sighed, "Forget I said anything." I wiped my mouth slightly.

He opened his mouth to argue, but then muttered an "okay."

"Speak your mind, Luca."

"I was just gonna say I did say it for a reason, but I don't wanna fight," he smiled.

"It's okay." I smiled back, rising the armrest so I could lie down with my head on his lap.

He put an arm over me, relaxing into his seat, content. I folded my arms beneath my head and slowly fell asleep, I was tired after all.

The End

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