Thread: The Angel and the Devil (The Corsair and Russian Vodka)

Jake slung his carry-on over his shoulder, and slowly made his way between the narrow seats. His seat had been near the wing, so departing the plane wasn't actually taking any longer than boarding. But when he'd been boarding, he hadn't been looking forward to seeing LittleDevilMissy - and Jesus, it was going to be hard calling her Maddy, after all that time calling her by her screen name. Now, though? She was somewhere out there on the other side of the security checkpoint, wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt and a red skirt, and he couldn't get to her fast enough. As agreed, he was wearing a black Daft Punk t-shirt under a black hooded sweatshirt, and blue jeans. Everything was a little loose on him - he liked the freedom of movement, although he usually told some bullshit story about how it was easier to fight that way - but not sloppy. Just... casual. At least, that was how he thought of it. Thought of how LittleDevilMissy - or Maddy - and how she'd be dressed and what she'd be like in person occupied his thoughts as he left the plane and stepped onto the moving sidewalk. She was a much more entertaining subject than the people around him, or the cookie cutter gate shops, and even though he knew the DHS screws at security wouldn't let her through, he amused himself looking for her. And then, as he walked past the metal detectors and the scanners and into the terminal itself, he saw her. Well, he saw a smoking hot brunette flaunting what she had - and she had a lot - in a too-tight Trooper t-shirt that showed off a mouth-watering set of tits and a too-short tight red skirt that displayed a whole lot of leg. Her lips, which were painted as crimson as her skirt and jacket, were pursed in thought as she looked around, and he could easily imagine them wrapped around his cock. Digging his iPhone out of his pocket, he snapped a few pictures. All of a sudden, though, he felt unaccountably shy. Talking and sexting and jerking off had been easy, with the semi-anonymity of the Internet. But here he was, about to go and meet the woman he'd been cybering for months. In person. Surrptitiously he hoped he wiped suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans and swallowed hard. Hey, he said, finally working up the nerve to walk over. Then he swallowed again. You, uhm, you should've warned me that you're a lot hotter in real life. He tried to smile, but it came out a shy grin. I'm Jake Martin. And you must be Maddy. I hope. Joseph rolled his shoulders, settling the strap of his satchel a little more comfortably. The flight hadn't been comfortable, not with cramming his six foot four inches of height into coach. Or with putting up with a bored four year old kicking his seat for three hours. By now, he was glad to be able to stand and walk. He just hoped he looked okay, because he really wanted to make a good impression wih Cathy. He wore khaki slacks and a powder blue button down shirt. No tie. That would have looked stupid. But he was wearing his good shoes - battered oxfords that he'd carefully polished before leaving. His leather jacket was stuffed through the shoulder strap of his satchel. He'd needed it back home, since the Michigan weather was still chilly, but it was awfully warm for Los Angeles. His thoughts chased themselves round and round as he emerged into the American terminal. Was he making a mistake? Would they actually get along, once they met? Did flying halfway across the country just make him seem... desperate? He hoped not. Their Skype sessions had been the highlight of his day for months, and he didn't want to think that it would be any different in person. And then he saw her, by the Arrivals and Departures board where she'd said she'd be waiting, and all of the doubts seemed to vanish. Just barely, he managed not to break into a run. Play it cool, he reminded himself. Play it cool. So he forced himself to wave when she looked over at him, and then forced himself to walk over to her. Although a sudden flash of memory, the time she'd modeling her tight blue bikini for him and then talked him into taking his shirt off, gave him a sudden urge to push her up against the wall and kiss her hard. Instead, though, he settled for hugging her. It is so good to see you, he said, grinning like a fool. It's been... what? All of ten hours?