154 - Something To Remind You

Reclining his seat just a little, Jon shifted so that he faced her and propped his head on his hand. She had been sleeping for some time now, and once again, he found himself watching her. Something he hadn't done in a while. With their busy schedules, there never seemed to be enough time to do much. Every night, a different hotel, a different city. After the show, they would just crash and start the cycle over again the next morning.  

 

Watching her now, he realized how much he really missed doing this. The way her nose would crinkle or how her chest rose and fell three times before she let out a small sigh. And now, with the life they created, her skin glowed, her full bosom, and how, with her fingers entwined, she gently rested her hands over. He couldn’t stop. Every so often, a gentle smile would spread across her face, no doubt from Lily moving. He had seen it as well through the thin tee shirt stretched over her stomach. 

 

Not much longer and he'd be holding their baby girl. He couldn't wait to meet her. Would she look like him? God, he hoped not. He hoped she looked just like her mother, rich chocolate locks with eyes green like emeralds. Not that it mattered, as long as she had ten perfect little fingers and toes and was healthy.  

 

He found himself thinking a lot lately. It'd been some time since he had a little girl running around. Seventeen years. Heck, six since he had a baby period. What would it be like at this stage in his life? Okay, what he’d really been thinking about, what it would be like having a baby at his age.

 

Forty-eight and a baby. Who would have thought he’d be in this position? Sure, there had been people who have done it, some even older than him. Yeah, his life had slowed down quite a bit since doing it the first four times, but even then, they had help. If he knew Ari, there would be no additional help for her. She struggled her entire life with the decision of having a child and now that it had finally happened, she would sink into motherhood like she did everything else, headfirst and on her own. Well, not quite on her own. 

 

"What are you smirking at?" Those deep, beautiful eyes he was thinking about opened sleepily and smiled. 

 

"Was I smirking?"

 

"Yeah." Stretching her arms over her head, she rested one on his shoulder on the way down. "How long have you been watching me?" Her fingers sifted through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

 

"Two. Three hours maybe."

 

"You didn't sleep?"

 

"I did. But you woke me with all your mumble jumble."

 

Removing the clip from her hair, she re-bunched her tousled curls into a neater twist and set her seat back in to a more inclined position. “For the hundredth time, I do not talk in my sleep.”

 

“Oh, but you do, crash, you do.” Inclining his seat as well, Jon leaned across her to lift the window shade, but she slapped his hand away.

 

“Oh, no you don’t?”

 

“Perché no?”

 

Catching her off guard, her eyes grew wide when he used the Italian language to respond. “Excuse me?”

 

“Oh, you heard me?”

 

“I did, but I didn’t quite understand you?” She tried to play the confused act card, hoping he would fall for it, seeing as Jon was well aware Sal spoke fluent Italian, as did she. 

 

“Hmm.” He ran his fingers over his chin, “Let’s see if you understand this,” he moved in closer, pressing his nose in her hair, his lips inches from her from her ear. “Crash, sto andando a leccare zabaglione fuori le tette.”

 

“Oh my god, Jon! I can’t believe you just said that.” Her cheeks colored a light pink as she shot a quick glance over her shoulder to see if Vicky was around. “How long…”

 

“... am I going to lick zabaglione off your tits. All. Night. Long.” 

 

“Stop.” she laughed. “How long have you known where we were going?’

 

His shoulders drew up in a shrug. “Meh, since I woke up and snooped in your phone.”

 

“You suck, you know that. Couldn’t you have at least waited till we landed? It would have been obvious by then.”

 

“Well, if you didn’t change the lock code for my phone, I wouldn’t have had to go into yours.”

 

With a flick of the buckle, her seatbelt fell to the side, and she was up and straddling his denim clad thighs. Climbing into his lap was becoming more difficult these days, so she bent and pressed the button to recline his seat a little further. When he was back far enough, she placed one knee on the leather seat, then braced herself on the top of her seat with one hand and the other on his armrest. Once she was steady, she brought her other leg up and did the same.

 

“So, you hacked my phone, found out we were going to Italy, then you hit up google translate to help you learn that little line.” Slowly she lowered herself, so that her ass was seated as far up on his thighs that her rounded belly would allow.  

 

“You know it, Crash.”

 

“How long did that take you?”  

 

She knew he couldn’t have put that sentence together all by himself. True, he understood some of both Italian and French, since she would often use them when he would make her angry, but he didn’t know enough to speak it, not fluent at least and not without butchering them. Unless, of course, it was the dirty words, those he always seemed to know, no matter what language he used.

 

“Oh, not too long. You know what a quick learner I am.” he walked his fingers up her thighs. “Speaking of learning, Sexerella into some kinky shit. How come you…”

 

“Jon. Tell me you didn’t read our texts.”

 

“Ah, but I did, and fan fiction? C’mon, really? Who told you about that shit, anyway?”

 

“You know about those too? And I have read none yet. I was curious since hearing about them from the front rowers. You know the ones,” she began slowly unbuttoning the crisp, white dress shirt he wore, “who just have to be in the front ogling your ass at every show.”

 

“Those oglers pay for this plane, yanno.”

 

“Quite aware of that.” She undid another button.

 

“Jealous?”

 

She looked from him to her belly and back at him. “So not!” Just then, she felt and saw a small jolt from under her shirt.

 

“There’s Daddy’s girl.” Jon rubbed his hand over the spot that had just moved, hoping to entice another. “Mama’s gone delusional on us again. Kidnapping. Reading trashy stories. Taking Daddy’s phone away. I can’t wait till you arrive, so I have someone on my side for a change.”

 

Kick. Kick. Jab... Jab... Jab.

 

And just like that, he’d done it again. Any time he was near or talked to her stomach, it was like synchronized swimming going on inside of her. As he talked and cooed, she unbuttoned the last button and pushed aside the planes of his shirt. Her fingers explored the expanse of his tight, taut stomach as her thumbs teased the thin trail of fur. 

 

“You shouldn’t start something you can’t finish.”

 

“Who says I won’t finish?” She felt the press of his erection as she slowly rolled her hips.

 

“We should be landing soon. You don’t want to get caught by Vicky now, do ya?”

 

Ari undated her hips, two small slow circles to the left, then two small slow circles to the right. As she continued this motion, she reached one hand above her head and pressed the intercom. “Vicky.”

 

“Yes, Mrs. Bongiovi. Is there something I can get you?”

 

“How long till we land?” her voice shaky with need.

 

“We should start preparing to land in twenty-five minutes or so. Do you need anything from me?”

 

“Nope. We’re good. Oh, and Vicky…”

 

“Yes.”

 

“We don’t want to be disturbed.”

 

“Not a problem, Mrs. Bongiovi.”

 

“You know you just announced to her we’re about to do the nasty.”  

 

“Baby, look at me. I think she already knows we do the nasty. Now, will you just shut up and kiss me?”