Turbulence

Author: Mrs Ronald Weasley

Rating: NC-17

Pairing/s: Edward/Carlisle, Bella

Category: Angst/Romance

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Slash

Summary: Bella feels nauseous while flying to Paris with Edward and Carlisle. Edward worries about her, but Carlisle reassures him that she'll be alright.

A/N: I might continue this with a piece of when they get to the hotel. Let me know what you think!

I looked over at Bella again, concern crossing my face. She had asked to come along with me on this trip to a medical conference for a vacation. She was covered with a blanket and her head rested against a soft pillow that was pushed against the wall of the plane. Her face was pale; I think she might actually be catching something, although she insisted that it was only the extreme amount of turbulence that we were experiencing on this cross-continental flight. She'd already thrown up twice; I should've packed something for this in my carry-on.

Thankfully she was asleep now and hopefully would remain that way for the rest of the ten or so hours it took us before we landed in Paris.

I turned my attention to Edward who sat on the other side of me. He was reading a car magazine that he'd picked up at the airport before we left. Occasionally he would look up from the magazine and glance worriedly at her.

"She's going to be alright," I whispered as he reached out and brushed his hand across her cheek.

"She looks sick, Carlisle," he said, keeping his eyes on her face.

"I know," I replied. "But I can't do much for her while we're on a plane, you know that."

"Yeah, she's says it just the turbulence though."

"It may be," I said, "I check her over when we get to the hotel."

My attention turned to her as a gasping sound met my ears. Bella awoke, and immediately tossed the blanket aside. She stood, unsteadily and moved towards the aisle. "Bella?" Edward asked, standing as well.

"Stay here, please," she whispered, "both of you." She moved past me and ran to the washroom.

Edward made a move to follow her, but I grabbed his arm, restraining him. "She'll be alright Edward," I assured. "She doesn't want us following every time she goes to the bathroom." 

Edward had followed her first time, and I the second.

"Fine," he muttered irritably. "But if she's not out in ten minutes..."

"Edward," I warned.

"I'm serious Carlisle," he glared at me.

I sighed, and idea came into my mind. Edward needed to relax, there was nothing seriously wrong with Bella; I'd be able to sense it if there was.

"Carlisle!" Edward hissed, obviously he'd heard my plan.

"Quiet, Edward," I said, as I reached around him and grabbed Bella's discarded blanket.

I tossed the blanket over our laps and arranged it to cover partway up his stomach. Edward gave me another glare but didn't protest any further. "It'll only take ten minutes, I promise," I said, "and then, if Bella's isn't out by then, you can go and knock on the door to see if she's alright."

I moved my hand inward, over Edward's thigh, and he shifted slightly in his seat so he was turned subtly towards me.

I popped the button on Edward's jeans with my thumb, and then pulled the zipper down slowly, pausing very briefly after each tooth was freed.

I was already hard, but I wasn't expecting Edward to do anything about it, not until we'd landed and found the hotel. But that could wait; the immediate concern was getting Edward's mind off his extreme concern for Bella, at least for the ten minutes I'd promised. I slipped my hand inside Edward's jeans, staying above the soft cotton of his boxers.

"I suppose you expect me to be as quiet as possible?" The only reason Edward could say something that coherent, was because he was still mostly flaccid. That wasn't a surprise; given how he probably felt, it'd take some work to get him responsive. Once he was, though, he wouldn't be able to talk.

A quick glance around the curtained-off section revealed no children, definitely a benefit to flying first class, the only other two passengers awake looked to be absorbed in reading. Thankfully I didn't recognize any of them, and I leaned over to kiss Edward's lips. He responded to that well, and tried to take control of the kiss, nipping at my lower lip as I gently squeezed his hardening erection.

I broke the kiss and smiled at Edward, easing my hand back out from under his jeans. Edward gave a little growl of protest. "I suppose you can be a little louder than that," I said, with a grin.

I reached into the flap of Edward's boxers with my fingertips and traced lightly across his hard, smooth skin. I was rewarded with a sharp inward hiss of breath.

I took Edward's length in my hand and freed him from his boxers. The angle was awkward, using my right hand under the blanket, and I kept it slow to keep the movement from being too obvious, my palm sliding along the hardness, squeezing gently at times. That pace had the added benefit of drawing it out and keeping Edward's focus on exactly what my hand was doing to him, rather than on Bella, who still hadn't returned.

When I was sure that Edward was close, right on the edge, I glanced at Edward's face to see him biting his lower lip. A twist of my wrist, and I could feel Edward's orgasm, the flesh contracting under my hand.

Edward dropped his head to my shoulder, and I slipped him back into his boxers, closing the fly of his jeans.

When a shoulder bumped the side my head, I looked up as Bella moved slowly back to her seat. "Are you alright?" I asked.

Edward lifted his head from my shoulder, just as she sank back into the leather seat. "I'll be okay, I think," she said.

Eyeing the blanket that lay in Edward's lap, I noticed that some of her color had returned now that the turbulence had subsided. "What were you two doing with my blanket?" Bella asked as she pulled it back over herself.

"Nothing," Edward said, as he laid his head back on my shoulder.

She looked from Edward's face, to the front of my pants, before shaking her head slightly. "I don't want to know," she muttered closing her eyes as she laid her head back against the pillow.