by Dark Angel
“As long as the Americans don’t shoot me down, I think I should be okay,” I tell him as I start putting on my gear. I feel the plane tilt in its angle and start to descend.
Good, we’re on our way. Two minutes later Sam comes into the cargo hold and tells me we’ll be in position in five minutes. He also hands me a location tracker I can wear on my watch.
“It’ll tell you exactly what the coordinates are that she’s in, with about a two feet radius.”
I nod, and feel the plane bank even lower. They’re not wasting any time. Before I put my helmet on, there’s one last thing I need to do.
I call my Dad.
It rings three times before he picks up.
“Derrick? Are you okay, son?” he asks.
“Well, I’m not in jail anymore,” I reply back to him. “But okay? Not just yet.”
“The girl told me everything, son,” he says. “I know you feel hurt but Derrick I think…”
I don’t let him finish. “Dad, she’s the most amazing thing that ever happened to me,” I tell him. “I need to get her back.”
There’s a pause. Finally, he says, “That’s good to hear. I was afraid you’d get to St. Livy and lose her forever.”
“I’m going to go get her now,” I inform him.
“Son,” he says slowly. “Just remember no matter what happens, that I’m proud of you. I always have been. And I always will be. You’re a fine gentleman and you have a good heart. You’ll make a fantastic King one day.”
“Alicia will make a great Queen,” I tell him, trying to be glib. But that’s just to hide the fact that my father’s words have fucking touched me. Like never before.
“I’m glad you feel that way, Derrick,” Dad says. “I’ll let Samantha know when she gets out of the shower.”
Okay, I didn’t need to fucking know that. But instead, I decide to let it slide.
“Dad,” I say to him, choosing my words carefully. “I’m going to go after Alicia now. But there is a small chance you might see my name again in the papers.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “Where are you now?” he asks me.
“I’m on the plane,” I tell him. Direct. To the point.
Another pause. Moment of fucking truth. What’s he going to say?
Finally, my Dad says what I’ve been waiting to hear all my life. “Do what you have to do, son. I trust you.”
And there we fucking go. Off to the races. I say goodbye to my Dad and make sure everything is geared up and ready to go.
Sam nods at me. Pressly looks like he’s about to faint.
“Let it go,” I say and Sam pulls a lever and the panel beneath me opens up and I fall into 25,000 feet of empty air with nothing but the sharp spires of Manhattan below me.
* * *
I’ll say this for the greatest city in the world – the air above Manhattan is just positively fucking filthy. I don’t know if it’s all the pollution, the combined steam and funk of 8 million people, or what, but as the wind is rushing by my face and I’m falling, I seriously feel like holding my fucking nose so I can’t smell.
That’s my first thought as I jump out of the plane.
My second thought is that I might actually die today. Even as high up as I am, I still see the concrete jungle of buildings and their interconnected streets. And it’s rushing up at me like nothing else.
I pull my wrist close to my face and look at my bearings. I’m a bit off course. I angle my body so that the wind whips my body farther to the north.
It looks like I’m heading uptown.
If the stratosphere is smelly, I swear the closer I get to the city it gets crowded – even up in the fucking sky. There’s drones. Helicopters. Airplanes. Weather balloons. Kites. Birds.
It’s like there’s room left for fucking clouds. Jesus Christ – no wonder people move out of here as quickly as they can – even the sky is starting to get crowded. And each of those things moving around in the sky is a potential death trap for me.
I angle my body to avoid hitting a nasty looking drone that’s whirring by. I only have a few moments left before I have to start worrying about buildings and I need to make sure I’m in the right vicinity.
I angle my body, using the atmospheric currents to draw myself further uptown. That’s it – my watch is telling me I’m on a near perfect trajectory now.
Fuck me. On top of everything else, now add a couple falcons who are lazily circling near the Chrysler Building.
One thing’s for sure. I’m fucking glad Alicia stayed in Midtown. Having to land in downtown with the Freedom Tower would have been a fucking nightmare, to say the least.
I start to feel the air get warmer. It’s time to deploy the parachute. I pull on the cord.
Nothing happens.
Oh my fucking God. This is not the time for this to be happening to me. I pull again on the cord.
Nothing.
I look at the tracker on my wrist. Alicia seems to be somewhere around 42nd street and Lexington Avenue. That’s fine. I’ll head straight into Midtown – I’ll probably be dead by the time I hit the ground though if this fucking parachute doesn’t open up soon.
I only have a few more seconds. After that it won’t matter when I open the parachute – it won’t do enough to shield my fall.
I close my eyes and see the buildings approach. This is the last chance I have. Otherwise, I might as well make my peace with this life and hope that Alicia is able to find love without me.
I pull the cord.
The parachute deploys and I immediately slow my descent.
Fuck. That was a rush. My hearts beating in my throat.
But the hard part isn’t over. It’s just barely begun. I look at my tracker, trying to pinpoint where Alicia is. It begins narrowing down her location, telling me where I should aim to land.
I finally see the coordinates she’s heading towards. 42nd Street between Lex and Park.
Fuck. Not there. Anywhere but there.
But the tracker doesn’t lie and I angle my body to start navigating the towers of Midtown.
This is going to be fun.
Alicia
“One way to New Haven, please” I say to the ticket agent in the Main Concourse. I’m standing in Grand Central, and I’ve packed as much as I need for maybe two to three weeks on my own. Jenna was nice enough to let me crash at her parent’s place while they’re away and it’ll be good for me to get away and clear my head.
I’ve left the News of the Times. I don’t know if they fired me. I didn’t resign. I just left. The newspaper came out, I read it at my desk, and then I packed my desk and put everything into my bag and walked out.
On the way I saw Danielle and Mike. They both smiled at me and nodded. I gave them a tight smile as I left.
“Round trip or one way?” the station agent asks me again.
I sigh. As much as I told my Mom and the King, I don’t think I’m coming back to New York City for a while. Too many painful memories. But I have enough in my roller-suitcase and handbag for clothes to last me at least a month.
“One way,” I tell him.
I heard from Mom that Derrick went straight to his plane from Court and he was headed back towards St. Livy.
I can’t go there. But from Connecticut I may think of moving off myself. Maybe Los Angeles? Boston? London?
Anywhere to get away from my broken heart.
The agent hands me the ticket and I thank him, walking down the Concourse. I look up at the windows to Grand Central. It’s lovely – one of the enduring and iconic views of New York City.
I pause for a second to look at the beauty of the terminal Concourse and reflect on the city I’m leaving behind. But every street, every avenue, and every building seems somehow intertwined with Derrick. And it’s just too much to bear knowing that the love of my life is gone.
I turn around to walk towards my train gate when I hear something.
At first it’s just a low hum. But it sounds
out of the ordinary. And somehow it’s seems to cut through all the other sounds of the city.
I frown and look around. I don’t see anything.
But the sound keeps getting louder.
That’s when I see something from the corner of my eye. I look up.
Something’s coming. Towards the windows.
It’s getting closer. It’s coming fast.
I stand there, agape at what it could be. There are a few other people who’ve noticed and they’ve stopped and are pointing now as well.
It’s not a something. It’s a someone. I take a few steps back and wonder how they’re going to stop.
And then it hits me. They’re not.
As I’m processing that, whoever the person is seems to get in position, straightening their body like a missile, head first pointing straight and getting their body in one long straight line – becoming aerodynamic and cutting through the air resistance.
It’s like watching something in slow motion as their head makes contact with the age-old glass windows of Grand Central. The windows shatter into a thousand different pieces. Luckily they are high above the train board and no one is underneath the falling glass.
It sounds like a giant explosion. And then the glass begins to fall. The human missile is yelling as he zooms through the air and people get out of the way. His parachute slows him down, but not before he slams into an automated ticket machine head first, breaking it apart.
I wince. That must hurt. But it probably saved his life, cushioning him from hitting the floor or wall. His – it’s got to be a guy who would do something like this, right? – parachute slowly comes down to the ground, settling over him. Dust is flying everywhere and bits of glass are still falling from the windows.
This is when something entirely miraculous happens. The man seems to get up on this own two feet after a moment of lying there. Yeah, I know, it sounds insane, and I’m not lying to you. I mean, he seems shaky, but he de-attaches the parachute and wobbles a few steps away from where he “landed”.
He looks at his wrist for a moment and then walks two steps away from me. I can’t help but notice his trim body. This is what no sex with Derrick for a few days has done to me.
“Alicia?” he calls out.
Oh my God!
He stops and turns around and looks in my direction.
“Alicia?” he calls out a bit stronger and goes to take off his helmet.
Wait, could it be?
“I’m here, love,” he says, taking off his helmet and revealing the smirk of Prince Derrick Blaine that I know so well.
His eyes meet mine and he takes a few more steps towards me. Tears start to form in my eyes as I find myself walking unsteadily towards him as well.
Two steps from me, Derrick sinks to one knee and takes my hand.
“Alicia Bayer,” he says, “I’ve been looking for you my whole life. I was a fool to let you go away once without stopping you.”
“Derrick,” I say back to him. “I’m so sorry for everything. I’m so sorry I lied to you. I love you so much.”
“Ssh,” he says. “I’m the one who’s sorry for everything I ever did to hurt you.”
Tears fall from my eyes freely now. There’s no stopping them.
“Never again, love,” he says. “I’m nothing without you. Will you have me again? This time as Alicia and Derrick?”
His dark, soulful eyes look into mine.
I seriously love this man. What I feel for him is the absolute and purest definition of the word. I sink down to him, and ignoring everyone around us in the terminal, I run my hand over his cheek.
“Only if you let me be Daphne some days,” I tell him with a smile.
He looks at me. And then he smiles.
“Come on,” he says to me. “The plane’s landing and we should get back on it.”
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Anywhere,” he says. “it doesn’t matter as long as it’s with you.”
I don’t notice the people around us smiling and clapping as he kisses me. All I Can feel is his tongue exploring mine.
I don’t notice the cheers and well wishes as he picks me up and we walk arm in arm out of Grand Central, and into the rest of our lives.
Alicia
The emotions that flood me are just amazing. Only hours ago I thought I’d lost the man I love so much, and now I was beginning the rest of my life with him. I wasn’t sure what would happen with my job, but it was all worth it if I had Derrick beside me. And now he knows the truth about everything, which feels like a heavy load has been lifted off my shoulders.
My whole life has drastically changed so much in the best way possible. Looking over to Derrick, I feel overwhelmed with happiness and a hunger for him. It’s been days since I felt him, which is the longest break for us since our first night together.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, jolting Derrick from a faraway thought.
“I thought I was going to die when I jumped out the plane, and the only thing I was worried about was not being able to tell you how much I love you before I went,” he says with an intense look.
He’s become the most romantic man in the world and in that moment I know I can’t wait another second to have him. I want him right here on this plane.
“There’s a bedroom on this plane, right?” I bite my lip seductively when the mischevious grin spreads across his face.
“Are you trying to get inducted into the mile-high club, love?” He quips.
“Well, technically you’ve never even slept with Alicia. Wait,” I hold a finger to my chin as if I’m in deep thought before adding, “Alicia is still a virgin!”
“I can’t believe you’re mine. Finally,” he shakes his head in disbelief.
“All yours, Derrick Blaine,” I confirm before crawling onto his lap.
Pressing my lips to his, I feel so safe and comfortable. Even though we’re thirty thousand feet in the air, I feel right at home in Derrick’ lap. For a long moment we stare into each other’s eyes and I think we’re having the same thought – how is this even possible? For the two of us to have our dreams come true.
Derrick finally breaks our gaze, kissing me slowly, his tongue sliding into my mouth deliciously. Our heads tilt from one side to the other as our mouths dance together in a desperate harmony, our bodies craving each other.
“Come here,” he takes my hand before lifting me out of his lap and I follow him to the back of the ginormous plane.
“Why do you need so much room?” I wonder aloud and Derrick just laughs like it’s a ridiculous question. Of course he would have the biggest and best model available, and now I’ll have the same for the rest of my life. I guess I’ll need to get used to that.
We pass several seating areas that look more like living rooms than airplane seats, everything is just so fancy. There’s a large window that allow you to just watch the clouds float by and I make a mental note to make my way back to enjoy the view if Derrick gives me any time.
Finally, we make it to a large wooden door, and Derrick opens it to reveal a beautifully decorated master bedroom. There’s a four poster bed, with matching nightstands on each side. A large television hangs from the wall at the foot of the bed, and there’s a small table and two chairs sitting at the far edge of the room. A small door to the left looks to be the restroom, and I excuse myself to go in before kissing Derrick quickly.
I’m taken aback by how large the bathroom is. We’re on an airplane and yet the bathroom is twice the size of the bathroom in my apartment.
I know what you’re thinking, yes I knew he would have the best and yes I always knew he had the newest and most expensive everything when we were kids, but its different being here and knowing this will all be my life too. It’s shocking to go from needing a roommate to afford my tiny apartment on the Lower East side to looking back at my reddened cheeks in the reflection of a luxurious bathroom mirror on a private jet.
“Baby?” I call out and Derrick c
omes to the doorway shirtless.
“What’s up, love?” He asks casually with the coolness he always embodies.
“Let’s take a bath,” I motion towards the deep soaker tub.
“You’re trying to draw this torture out even further?” He smirks. Honestly, that wasn’t really my intention. We’ve taken plenty of showers together, but never a bath, and I know I could use a freshen up after such an eventful day.
“Please,” I take his hand and lead him to the bathtub.
It only takes a few minutes for the waterfall faucet to fill the large tub, so we both strip naked as it reaches the top.
“I missed this,” Derrick says while taking my nipple between the pad of his thumb and index fingertip.
“They missed you too,” I tease, looking down at my heavy breasts.
I’ve used some of the bubble bath next to the tub, so I’m instantly covered in thick suds as I sink into the warm water. Derrick follows closely behind me, and we sit at each end of the tub facing each other.
He’s so fucking sexy I can’t even deal. His body is sculpted like a Roman God and he’s all mine, sitting naked, ready for me whenever I stop teasing him. After squirting a little shower gel on a loofah I rub it between my hands until the suds come to life.
“I want to see every place in the world with you,” I tell him as I brush the loofah over his shoulder. Moving his arm, he helps me wash him with an innocent smile.
“I’ll take you to the edge of the world, baby,” he says while lifting his chin so that I can scrub his neck.
Once I’ve finished cleaning him, he takes the other loofah hanging on a hook next to the tub and squeezes a little shower gel on it. His eyes grow dark as he massages the soapy loofah, his eyes trained on me.
Starting at my neck, he scrubs my body gently, paying extra attention to his favorite parts, especially my boobs. My body is coated in suds by the time he finishes, and I lie in the tub just like that before he takes my foot in his hand. Who would’ve ever thought that the prince was such a good masseuse? He always shocks me with his ability to turn me on from just touching any part of my body.
