Up in the Air (for jack_flanagan)

[loistheintrepid]

Seat backs and tray tables upright and locked, belts fastened, cabin lights dimmed. They were about an hour into their overnight flight to Glasgow, the cabin thankfully only at half capacity after the rush of the holiday season. Somehow, both Lois and Jack had managed to extend their vacation for another few days, though Lois had a feeling she'd be forced to put out at least a half dozen fires from abroad before she returned.

Her legs were spread across the empty seat next to her, back curled into Jack's chest as he snored softly against the thick pane of rounded plexiglass next to him. Most of the passengers around them were out cold, considering the time, but Lois couldn't help fidgeting restlessly in her seat. Music hadn't helped. Neither had her request for a nightcap, which the stewardess had most definitely judged her for. Reading had only muddled her worries even more, so finally, she reached out to punch on the screen in front of her to browse through the movies, the sudden sharp glow of light blinding her in contrast to the darkness.

"Son of a-" She jabbed at the buttons on the seat back, squinting until the screen reached a reasonable temperature. Beside her, she felt Jack grumble, stirring slightly at the fuss. "Sorry..." she winced.

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[loistheintrepid]

She brushed her fingertips through his hair, smile widening at his kiss, then at his words.

"Mmm, between all those options, I'm surprised you don't just keep the accent going whenever we're together," she said, straightening a moment to take the blanket from the passing stewardess and unwrap it. Spreading it around her torso and Jack's lap, she twisted again to press a kiss to his jaw, frowning at his words.

"Regrets? About meeting your family?"

[jack_flanagan]

He wasn't quite clean shaven yet. His light beard brushed against her neck as he chuckled. "I think you'll break my habit of fighting it soon enough," he teased through the soft laugh.

Jack instantly frowned when she sat up to unwrap the blanket. The expression faded when she turned to kiss him. He could be like a puppy dog when times were good. When they weren't good, he was quite the bear.

"About being with me." He took a breath. "I'm not really like them and they still see me a lot like the boy I was, not the man I am." It was getting difficult to have the conversation without opening up.

"They'll love you. Don't worry."

His words would probably go farther if he sounded more confident but the five words were nearly Gaelic when uttered.

[loistheintrepid]

"Good," she murmured. "I like the accent. Don't know why you keep trying to hide it." She shifted a little so she was facing him, sitting up cross-legged and taking his head in her hands.

"Hey. We've been through a lot - good and bad. But I don't regret a second of it, okay? Even the fighting. Makes the good times that much better." She pressed a kiss to lips, forehead to his. "I'm crazy about you."

How the hell he'd managed to get her to ease his worrying, she'd never know.