the last part of my Miz/Gail story, however I'm leaving it open for a sequel
This scene contains sexual content, so is therefore rated M
songs for this story
Float on - Modest Mouse
Drops of Jupiter - Train
Crush - David Archuleta
Sleep through the static - Jack Johnson
once again, i don't own any of the characters
enjoy the final enstallment!!

There's nowhere to run on an aeroplane

"What did you want to talk about?" Gail asked.

"I think you know..."

"Talk to me when you remember something." Gail still found herself repulsed by Mike. She'd seen him flirting with one of the air hostesses, and she remembered that sometimes, leopards can't change their spots, despite the fact they act like they can.

"Don't you get it?" Mike sighed. "I'm crazy about you. Why else would I have been chasing you for weeks? If you were any other girl, she'd have been in my pants by now, and I'd have got bored of her."

"Oh, how romantic." Gail loved her old friend sarcasm.

"But there's something about you that keeps me on my toes. The more you reject me Gail, the more I want you." He smiled mischievously. "Gail, I wish I could remember what happened last night, because I'll bet it any money it was amazing, but I can't remember a thing."

"Mike, I can't..."

"If you're just going to reject me again, I don't think I want to hang around to hear it." He got up and walked down the plane aisle. There's nowhere to run on an aeroplane, much to Mike's dismay.

Mike sighed as he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was exhausted. Chasing girls had never been this hard; it was usually his speciality, his forte. As his character often reminded people, the chicks dig him, but not this one.

Everything about her was so different. She didn't put up with any of his shit. She criticised him, and even pissed him off sometimes, but he didn't care. He could've told her how he felt, he didn't tell girls how he really felt. Sexual innuendos and lude comments usually covered that up.

Gail was everything he needed. Sure, she was sensible, composed and demure, but she had this crazy wild side to her, which rarely came out, but when it did it was even sexier. She had an intellectual sense of humour, and everything about her screamed class. Everything about her, from the smell of her perfume, to that half-smile that occasionally crossed her lips was beautiful.

"Mike." It was Gail, tapping lightly at the door. Her voice was firm and serious; however it was clear she didn't want anyone to hear her. "Mike, can you let me in? I..." She was interrupted by the door opening.

She stepped inside the tiny cubicle. She suddenly became aware of the close proximity between the pair of them. Mike reached out a hand, guiding Gail's face up so she was looking up at him. She'd never properly looked into his eyes before, and she knew what was going to happen.

"What happens now?" Gail asked, her voice quiet, but calm.

Mike responded with a kiss. It was sweet, her lips tasted of vanilla. Mike was about to kiss her again when her lips broke out into a smile. He kissed her gently, and she responded, putting her hands on his face, pulling it down towards hers.

Gail sped things up. Her tongue danced inside his mouth as she pushed him against the wall. His hands moved up her top, stroking her toned stomach, and gradually moving inside her bra. Gail moaned gently, as she felt herself loosening under his grip. She'd missed the feeling of a man in her life, the feeling of something being close to her. She took in every little bit of him, the smell of his cologne, the feeling of his hands on her skin. She became completely oblivious to her surroundings, as she tugged at the hem of her girl briefs and let them slip around her ankles.

"Gail!" Mike was shocked. Even he wasn't a member of the mile-high club... yet.

"What?" She giggled, undoing the zip on his trousers. "Better now than ever, right?"

"You're a wild one, Miss Kim." He laughed.

When he arrived at the hotel in Calgary, Mike was still reeling after his experience in the plane bathroom with Gail. He was in shock, and had never had such an adrenaline rushed. He rubbed his eyes as if he could barely recollect what had happened.

It was incredible. He'd never experienced anything like what he just had. Gail was a spitfire, and he'd never wanted to let her go. He wanted her to stay in his arms forever, however they knew people would be suspicious if they were in there for any longer.

"So, are you up for round two in my room later?" Gail asked quietly as they were checking into the Calgary hotel later. She had no idea what possessed her to do such a wild, impulsive thing, but she'd loved it.

"Are you serious?" Mike whispered in response. "I'm still worn out from earlier on."

"Well, maybe I could give you a massage to get rid of some of those knots." Gail suggested, collecting her key from the desk.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer."

"Jeremy's flown Kelly out to Hollywood for the week, so I am roommate-less. Be at 203 in an hour."

He watched Gail step into the lift and give him a sultry smile as the lift doors shut. He couldn't wait.