The wreckage creaks softly beneath two bodies, wind shifting through the trees outside. There's a slight chill, but in here, it’s just you and Natalie, bodies tangled together, mouths clumsy and eager as you kiss her again and again.

You bite her lip. She pulls back abruptly, soothing it with a little wince. You huff. "Sorry."

"It’s cool." A pause, and she looks at you, mouth twitching. "Maybe just... slow down a little bit."

You nod, and then you're kissing again— slower this time. Less desperate. Unhurried.

Until she starts laughing, and you pull back this time, brows furrowing. She's grinning, head bowed and eyes downcast to where your hand rests over her ribs.

"Sorry, sorry," she whisper, still grinning. "That just…" A beat, then she sheepishly mumbles: "It tickles."

You snort, but you're too caught up in chasing her mouth to tease right now. She leans back in, lips brushing yours, hands trailing lightly down your sides. You shift, deepening the kiss, fingers slipping through her hair as you end up on top of her—

Then, a clatter. Natalie winces for the second time since this started. "Uh— Ow."

Stupid fucking wrecked plane.

You groan, flopping your head back against the metal wall with a thunk. "I’m obviously just gonna keep screwing this up, so whatever. Maybe we should just head back."

She snorts, shaking her head as she sits up. "Come on," she teases, grin widening with each word. "Who hasn’t rolled over a broken tray table while making out in a blood-stained death trap?"

You laugh despite yourself, but your breath hitches as she straddles your waist, arms looping around your neck.

"You’re a really good kisser, you know?"

The way she says it— sincere, unexpectedly sweet, with that crooked smile— makes your stomach flip. And now she's giving you a look, one that says you're mine for the next hour and you can't do shit about it.

"I don't wanna go back yet. Do you?"

You shake your head, knowing you'll let her have you.

Her smile broadens. And she dives right back in.