The Alpha and his Awaited Mate
he whispers, burying his face into my neck, inhaling my scent to drown out the low rumble of the aircraft.
Just a couple of seats across the aisle, Xander and Alex are settling into their own row. True to their background, their eyes are fixed out the large oval windows, instantly analyzing the airframe as the ground crew finishes up outside. Xander might wear the gold bars of a Second Lieutenant now, but Alex is the one with eleven years in the Air Force as a Master Sergeant. He knows military and civilian aircraft inside and out.
"Man, look at the winglets on this thing" Xander says, his voice full of professional admiration as he nudges his husband.