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“How long until the layover?” Skye tilted her head to one side, letting the soft fur of her cheek flop onto Nick’s shoulder to tickle faintly through the fabric of his t-shirt.

Nick let out a long sigh that was half a yawn, slowly pulling up his phone to try and check the time. His eyes were groggy, half out of focus after half a flight towards their distant destination. His gaze flickered onto the screen, skimming and calculating at once while one hand cupped around Skye’s still, rubbing in idle circles over her thumb.

In front of them both, Skye’s laptop still ran, finishing the credits of another episode of their show which had been keeping them sane and entertained through the flight so far while Nick’s lap became the pantry for their snack bags, all of which were cracked open and sampled from.

“Just a little longer, maybe 35 minutes?” Nick leaned into his new wife, kissing lightly in the soft indent on the side of her forehead over top of her velveteen fur. Skye didn’t seem bothered by the wait in the slightest, just twisted in her seat slightly and planted a kiss in return along the underside of the human’s jaw. “One more episode then?”

Nick grinned, pressing play. “Of course!”

******

“Welcome... krrrrzzzztssss.....” The pilot’s announcement started to crackle into the plane’s speakers as Nick and Skye lifted their heads up from their show and tugged their earbuds free. Skye’s tall, triangular ears flickered and turned, trying to understand what was coming out of the speakers.

“What is he saying?” Nick asked, brows knitting together as he peered out the small window to watch as the plane tipped in towards the airport beneath them, skimming above stacked buildings and small cars tooling along the winding streets.

Skye’s eyes squinted, trying to focus more on what she was hearing, but the speakers were 90% crackling with bursts of unattached words before it all suddenly came into focus.

“We apologize for this delay and for the lack of a more in-depth explanation, but due to unforeseen complications with the flight schedule, there will be a 12-hour delay here before we can take off for our final destination.”

“Did he say 12 hours?” Nick asked, mouth starting to drop into a wide oval of surprise while his fingers, still curled into Skye’s, jittered with sudden anxious energy. “Twelve? A dozen hours?”

Skye’s eyebrows dropped while her nose tipped down with disappointment, “Yeah, he said twelve hours before we even take off again.... We’re going to be so late! We’ll lose like a whole day!”

Nick let out a sigh, but he pulled Skye’s hand up with a soft kiss. “It’ll be okay! It’s just a new adventure! We can explore the entire airport in 12 hours!” Skye’s eyes lifted meeting his, but her lips were still drooped partially, bothered that their plans were thrown off.

“Hey! Hey!” Nick gave her a little nudge, pulling her focus into him and away from the plane starting to unload. “We’ll get to walk, stretch our legs, nap in a horizontal position? It’ll be nice before the second half!” He squeezed her hand gently, “It’s just going to be part of the whole trip, right?”

Skye smiled, slowly letting the edges of her lips curl up. “I guess....” She gave a little grumble, obviously still a little bothered, but trying to cheer up because Nick was trying so hard to encourage her. “You know what, yeah.. We... We are going to see a new place-- even if that place is just a big airport!”

“That’s the spirit!” Nick pulled her up, helping her as their area started to unload and head out out into their home for the next twelve hours.

******

“Hey, look they’ve got like little rooms for people who are stranded!” Skye waggled her finger out, pointing across the walkway and tugging on Nick’s fingers as she lunged forward in excitement.

Nick chuckled, following along with her surge of energy and weaving through the people in their way as they ducked towards the small restrooms which had windows big enough to see simple seats and a few vending machines for people stuck late at night when the restaurants weren’t open anymore.

Skye turned over her shoulder, meeting Nick’s eyes with a glimmering look of increasing mischief. “These look cozy, don’t they?” She started to smirk, biting at her lip with her signature look of trouble.

“What are you thinking?” Nick asked, though very softly, knowing full well that what she had in mind she couldn’t tell him as they eased through the crowd to the door of the sitting room.

“Well,” Skye did a partial turn, chuckling as she slipped the door shut of the small space before starting to try and hang her sweater over the edge of the small window to act as a subtle cover. Her tail was swishing and swaying behind her with eager excitement as she did so, exposing just what she had in mind.

“I know exactly what she’s thinking...” Nick thought to himself, snickering a little. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew that this was not a great place. Even as she worked to cover the window, the door wasn’t lockable and there was a window outside to the tarmac behind them, “Who could potentially see through that?”

Even as he fretted over the risk, he remembered Kaylee’s words as she sent them off on their adventure, “She’s bound to get you into trouble! But that’s your problem now!”

“What’s the fun if I don’t get in some trouble?” Nick asked himself, smiling slightly as he watched his new wife, eagerly trying to tuck away the last shred of visibility from the window. Her tail waggled like an eager pup while her full rump swished right along with it.

“What’s the point of a honeymoon, what better time to maybe get caught right?” Nick grinned, stepping up behind Skye and sliding his hands onto her curved, soft waist. His fingers curled in, squeezing her tightly as he bent in, starting to kiss along the soft fluff of her collarbone. She let out a little sound of surprise, turning partially to peek over her shoulder at him while her ass pressed back into the growing lump of his boner. “Mmm, someone is feeling bold, hmm?”

Nick let out a little growl, nibbling at her neck while he pulled her back into him, pressing into her grinding motions while one hand slipped off her waist and down into the front waistband of her pants, slipping down over the smooth silk of her panties.

“We both know I’d have been dragging you into the plane’s bathroom if we didn’t get delayed, trying to get that mile high club off my list-” Skye’s voice was breathy and broken as Nick’s fingers slid over the lump of her clit, starting to rub and swirl over the sensitive nub. “Maybe I have a list too?” Nick countered, breathing his teasing voice into her ear.

“Plus, there’s always the returning flights-” he chuckled, slipping a finger up under the edge of her panties and slowly dipping into the hot, wet heat of her sex. Already she was dripping with excitement from the sensation of his dominant fingers holding onto her hips and the press of his cock behind her ass while just through a thin wall there were hundreds of people heading off towards flights that weren’t delayed.

His lips tipped into her neck, starting to draw a line of soft pecks into the curvature of her throat while his free hand slipped up over her shirt, grabbing onto one of her full tits, kneading through the buffer of her simple bra. Skye’s hips moved with the motion of his finger sliding and pumping deeper into her, grinding herself backwards into the lump of his swelling boner.

As much as they risked getting caught, Nick didn’t feel a lot of patience slowing his hands as he pushed the girl’s shorts down under the curve of her asscheek to expose the bare, downy fur there and the dribbling mess of her pussy tucked just beneath her thighs.

“I’m gonna take you right here where anyone could catch us-” Nick murmured into her ear, nudging the swollen length of his shaft between the warm, brushing touch of her asscheeks until he felt the wet center of her opening. Skye let out a muffled sound in response, pressing herself eagerly back against him.

“Mmm-” Nick tugged at her hip, guiding them away from the wall and instead over the surface of the simple, rickety table in the center of the room. “I need full access-”

With Skye’s lush form bent over the top of the smooth, airport table, Nick thrust himself into her in one stroke, feeling her swallow up each and every inch of him one by one until he was balls deep into the hot heat of her tunnel, feeling her walls massage around him.

“Fuck-” Nick hissed out, biting onto his lip as he felt Skye clamp down, milking him with the intensity of her hold. Clearly, fucking in the quiet corner of the public international airport scene was getting to her. Nick couldn’t help but smirk at the way she hugged on him, clamping like a vice. “Like this?”

“Oh... God-” Skye responded, just letting out a long sighing exhale as she tried not to moan. Then, her ass thrust back against him, silently telling him to give her more.

“Try to keep quiet-” Holding her hips with one hand and the warm meat of her breast with the other, Nick pounded forward into the red panda, feeling his knees wobble as she clamped down on him. Then, he pulled right back out, relishing the sensation of the cool air only to sink back into the hot steam of her her body once more.

“Faster.”

“Will this table hold?”

“Fuck it-” Skye’s fingers stretched out, clutching to the edge of the table as she pushed herself back into the motion of Nick’s hips, supporting and strengthening every motion that plunged his cock into her stretching cunt. Her lips were wide apart, trying to siphon out her energy in silent exhales.

Nick just held onto the natural handles of her body and started to pound into her. Hilting over and over into the tight squeeze of her body, edging towards orgasm. She felt so hot and so wet around him, yet on all sides of them was the hum of the airport still bustling forth just through the door behind them. People requesting sodas from the shop stand and the crackling roar of terminal announcements. Yet no one had a clue that inside, tucked in a resting room, Nick was balls deep in his wife, feeling her walls pulse and clench around him with an orgasm growing every closer and closer.

“God-” He let out a long groan, muffling the sound between pressed lips as his hips went flush to her rounded ass, feeling how it rippled and jiggled with the collision between them.

Orgasm was fast approaching, for them both. Skye was clutching the table till her knuckles were aching and pale beneath her fur while her teeth pulled on her lips, keeping her noises faint and breathy while Nick’s eyes were distant, bulging as he tried to last a few more strokes to send the panda over the edge before he exploded inside her.

Finally, as his head scraped past her fleshy g-spot, Skye started to writhe with fresh energy and her walls locked tight around the pulsing shaft buried deep inside her. Orgasm crashed over her and seemed to wash away the rest of the airport. She could hear her blood rushing instead of footsteps and smell the musk in the air instead of the nearby pretzel cart.

Everything faded back except for the peaking of pleasure and the hot shot of cum exploding inside of her.

******

Breath still catching, Skye smoothed her hand over her fly away hair once more before she opened the simple door to the sitting room. Instantly without that buffer the noise of the airport swelled around the couple.

Nick’s nose was upturned, catching the scent of sex clinging to them as they rushed out into the crowds. “God, I’m glad there isn’t any security right here.... I don’t think we’re very sneaky...”

Skye just snickered, tugging on his arm. “They don’t care about us! We’re just a pair of hungry people with a layover!” She bent back, flashing him one grin before she tugged him towards the smell of a distant food court, “Now please, please.... I need some food!”

******

“I can’t tell if hungry or horny is winning anymore...” Skye looked up from her plate, flashing Nick a broad smile and a flash of her long, predator teeth before she looked back down her her steak, half gone on her plate. The little restaurant was like a bubble of quiet noise within the roar of the airport, especially in the small corner table where the couple was tucked away, seated at a little table with a long, white tablecloth that fluttered down onto the edge of the carpeting.

“You know,” Skye started, giving Nick’s ankle a nudge with her toes. “I was surprised earlier.... You were bold!” She grinned at him, showing a little dimple in her furry cheeks. “Though I think it’s my turn once more, non?” With a little flash of her snarky grin, she slipped under the table and tucked her thick tail under the veil of the table cloth before Nick felt hot fingers running up the thigh of his jeans, nails grating faintly as she sought out the button of her pants.

Within seconds, the soft grazing touch of her fingers was followed with the hot squeeze of her lips sinking down over the tip of his cock while her wide, flat tongue started to slurp and circle over him.

Her fingertips ran along the smooth tops of his jeans, rubbing at his thighs through the buffer of denim while her throat bent over him, easily slurping him into the hugging squeeze of her lips and the hot touch of her swirling tongue.

Above the surface of the table, Nick sat perfectly still with his eyes suddenly darting around the restaurant. “Skye-” he hissed out, watching her side of the table with sheer terror as her huge fluffy tail teased with the concept of escaping. “I can see your tail rustling the table cloth!”

In response, she just pumped her mouth low over his cock and kissed the soft base above his balls while her throat contracted around him. A silent way of saying, “So what?”

“Oooh God-” Nick thought, nearly letting his eyes flutter back as he plucked up a fork, trying to mime like he was just a regular diner still, though he suddenly struggled to remember how to eat! “How do I hold a fork?” rang through his mind as Skye’s teeth ever so gently skimmed over the sensitive flesh of his cock, working her way back to his tip before she started to work him over. With rapid and unflinching precision, the girl started to work her mouth over him, pumping those hot, squeezing lips while her tongue still trailed along with, swirling over him as she went.

For a few seconds, it just felt luxurious and warm, but quickly when she didn’t let up Nick could feel the inevitable coming. His balls tightened up, pulling close to his body as tension raced down his entire frame, sending a twitching itch down his spine as he struggled to fight the urge to thrust forward.

Skye didn’t slow though. She didn’t stop. She didn’t change a single thing, just kept her mouth pumping over him, hugging and suckling down his entire length with the twisting, bobbing movements of her head tucked under the veil of the table cloth.

“Skye, I-” Nick whispered out, but before he could really get the words out he felt himself jerk. His cock twitched madly, shooting off the first spray of his orgasm splashing over the smooth surface of Skye’s tongue, locked inside her mouth. She didn’t slow though, just started to suckle on him as though trying to milk every drop out of him. Nick grit his teeth, trying to stay steady and refined above the table even while his legs quivered and cum trickled out of him onto the contours of the girl’s warm mouth.

Skye’s lips curled up with a grin, licking over his skin and starting to slowly pull back towards his tip once more before suddenly she felt a prickling on the back of her neck and she froze.

The hot goo of cum oozed over the back of Skye’s teeth and his taste filled her mouth as suddenly the very edge of the table cloth raised enough to show shiny boots: the waiter!

“Would you like to look at the dessert menu?” he intoned, voice smooth and even as though beneath the table there wasn’t a girl with a mouthful of seed. Skye couldn’t see, but the trim man held a menu out, looking right at the human who was post-orgasm by mere seconds as he offered out the small, printed text. Nick’s cheeks were flushed and his jaw tight, but he gulped once and gathered up as much composure as he had in him.

“N-no. That’s not... necessary.” Nick patted at his stomach lamely, though his plate was half empty. “I feel... plenty satisfied-”

The waiter nodded and instead left the check and a small pile of mints.

Nick didn’t take any, just scooped them up and offered the fistful down underneath the tablecloth.

******

“You know...” Skye let out a long, happy sigh as she leaned into Nick’s chest. She snuggled into the warmth of his t-shirt while they laid back on the rough carpet of an isolated terminal as night started to fall around the airport.

None of the overhead lights dimmed for them, but the windows to the outside world were shiny and black with just the sheen of the rain and the moon. “I’d say that we spent our delay well,” Skye snickered, nuzzling into him.

Nick finished setting the final of many alarms on both their phones before he tucked them away, charging beside them and focused back on Skye. “You know, we really did-” he grinned, adjusting the little borrowed blanket over them both before he gave her a long, lingering kiss.

“Careful, Nicky! We’re in public!” Skye scolded, flashing a glance around to the few other sleeping passengers waiting for the flight as well, though the human just laughed softly at her. “Oh come on, compared to everything else we’ve done? This is pretty tame...”

Skye snickered, though her face quickly fell serious once more as she leaned into his warm frame. “You know, I worry sometimes-”

“About?”

“Well, are you really okay with all these... sexcapades? I know we’ve always sorta... done plenty of this over the years, but I just want... I want us as a newlywed couple to check again that everything is okay with you too. I don’t want you to feel forced into things just because I love the idea of.... Maybe getting arrested-” she snickered, obviously feeling a little nervous to be broaching the subject.

“Because I love you, just barely more than I love sex-” She flashed him a cheeky grin. “I really do love you... And I don’t want you to be dragged into more than you want to come along for-” Her fingers were rubbing up and down along his chest, lightly tickling over his shirt while she tipped her head up to see him.

“Oh, Skye-” Nick’s arms curled tight, pulling her even more into the warmth of his hold. “I wouldn’t change a thing- not a thing!” His face bent in, snuggling them in closer together. “If it wasn’t for you, I don’t think I’d ever do anything like this and I love that... I loved it then, I love it now, and I will love it even when we’re like the oldest, grayest couple fucking in an airport bathroom-” he chuckled. “I want to live and enjoy every second with you-” His fingers slipped under the cover of the blanket, slipping around Skye’s shoulder and pulling her up over his lap tighter while, at the same time, freeing himself once more with expert movement from the opening of his jeans to once more nudge himself into Skye’s hot, warm sex which was just wetter than ever after a long day of playing.

Her lips broke apart, letting out an exhale in place of a moan while she ground into him, relishing the drag of his shaft inside the squeezing tightness of her body while they tried to be as subtle as possible, tucked only under the thin, cheap blanket from the airline.

Skye rolled her hips into him, using every motion to pull his cock along the ridges of her walls, massaging him with the squeeze of her body while her rubbed and prodded along every inch of her insides. At the same time, she tipped her forehead into his, kissing gently, almost innocently at his lips between soft, breathy exhales to work through the urge to moan.

Nick stroked his fingers down through her long hair, combing it over them as a partial shield and stroking down the smooth, tender expanse of her back until the red panda was murring with a soft, content sound almost constantly, making her quiver slightly like a vibe on his lap.

They moved as little as possible to keep toying with one another, making love as secretly as they could in the open air of the concourse.

Tired and loving, they clutched together and breathed through the rises of their passion until sleep won out over sex and Skye squeezed Nick tighter inside her, leaned into his chest, and fell asleep still locked around his cock inside her.

******

“Wow... It’s so bright for.... To be before our alarms.... How can it be so bright here-”

“Fuck!”

“The alarms didn’t go off!”

“What?”

In a flurry of fur, blankets, and limbs Nick and Skype leapt to their feet realizing that rather than having an hour before their flight’s lift off once more after a long, long delay they had twenty minutes instead! Twenty minutes to hike across the airport and somehow clear away the evidence of sleeping on a floor and fucking in an airport.

“If I enter an airport smelling like this I will be arrested for prostitution,” Skye said, eyes wide. “Seriously, it’s the only person who would casually smell so strongly of sex!” She snatched for her bag, rushing towards a bathroom. “I’m going to sponge bath it! Get our stuff!”

Nick watched her go, her tail swishing madly now with panic, but he just had a dumb smile on his face. This was his life now, following only on this madness. “I wouldn’t have it any other way-” he chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled all their things together and went to brush his own teeth free of grime and spritz on some fresh deodorant.

“What a life this is going to be-”

******

Stressed but fresh, the two made it onto the plane seated side by side with the Nintendo Switch popped up in front of them. Skye’s laugh filled Nick’s ears as they played Mario Kart 8 with the volume cranked low in their ears to muffle the announcements as they made it up into the air.

As it does when one plays Mario Kart, the time to get to altitude in the air passed in the blink of an eye before Nick suddenly felt an itch to pause the game. He stood up, nodding to the restroom as he flashed her a mischeivious grin of his own. “Care to join?”