You and Van usually escaped to the plane wreckage to be alone and do whatever the hell you wanted. She was out of the closet by now, everybody knew, but you didn't have that much courage yet.

You weren't dating or anything, just casual encounters to feel better in the middle of nowhere.

Casual, nothing else.

Van settled between your legs, her hands at the sides of your head as she deepened the kiss, opening her mouth.

She pulled away just enough so she could talk, you knew what she would say, because she always asked you before.

"You sure?" she whispered against your lips.