Vacation Time - first night

[onceaviking]

It had started out just fine.
The limo service had shown up on time and after loading Eric's bag of spare clothes and Pam's - well, he assumed she was just bringing clothes and makeup, not the furniture - they'd been taken to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport for their direct flight to Keflavík Airport.

It was an Anubis Flight and as such it was classy, spacious, and catering solely to vampires and their guests.
They'd spent the first hour or so rolling their eyes at a couple further down the aisle, who were busy cooing at each other. She was a vampire and quite a young one at that, he was human and a walking cliche, all tanned muscles and no brainpower to speak off.

And then everything veers off course. Literally.

The speakers clicks on.
"This is your captain speaking. Due to unforeseen events beyond our control, we will have to reroute and make a layover at JFK. "

Eric's eyebrows inches upwards.

"We apologize for the inconvenience. Anubis ground staff will assist you with further arrangements once we touch down." The door to the pantry opens and a line of young, healthy and attractive people files out. The flight staff had wisely decided to move dinner time till right now.

Eric watches them move past.
"I don't fucking believe it," he says. "We are not spending the night in New York."
And that's final.


This had better not be Authority related.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam had packed a couple of Eric's tailored sport coats and slacks into her own bags. Just in case. No matter how expensive his comfy jeans and t-shirts are, she will get him into formal wear at least once during this trip. What's the point if you can't show off your own Maker?

The flight was going smoothly enough at first. If all went well, they should have arrived in Iceland well before sunrise, with enough time to check in, look around, and maybe get a pre-dawn snack. Pam was looking forward to it.

But no.

No, of course not.

Nothing good ever comes after the phrase, "This is your captain speaking."

Except maybe...

Pam looks over at Eric. He's not happy. He hates New York.

"Maybe the layover won't be that long?"

She doesn't sound too disappointed. She loves New York.

[onceaviking]

"It won't be."

He sounds very certain.

"Because there will be no layover."

They've finally gotten away . He has no intentions of being held back, deterred r in any other ways inconvenienced on the way.

Anubis has other planes. And plenty of routes from JFK. So they had better be able to offer something better than a snack and a hotel room for the day.

He waves at one of the pretty young things walking past. She's athletic and tanned. With a ponytail.

She's also tall and a brunette, but you can't have everything.

He looks at Pam.

No sense in not taking advantage. And it'll be another twenty minutes or so before they're down on the tarmac and ready to get off this fucking thing.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam doesn't pout (no, really, she never does, unless it's ironically). But she's pretty sure that Eric is pretty sure that he'll be getting them both out of JFK without staying over.

Oh, well.

She approves of his choice of entree. Looking over the available selection, she waves her fingers at a young woman with dark, almond-shaped eyes and a stylish razor-cut bob that reveals a lot of neck.

Pam turns to Eric.

"How do you say bon apetit in Icelandic?" she quips.

[onceaviking]

"Verđi þėr ađ góđu ", Eric says, reaching up with one hand to pull the young woman into his lap.

She smells nice. Not enticing, but nice.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Well, it's airplane food.

Pam pulls out the low lap tray instead, and the woman daintily perches on it and makes herself comfortable. As she leans in close, Pam cups the back of her neck and drops fang.

When she bites her and begins to drink, she exhales a purring hum.

It's actually been a while since she and Eric ate together.

[onceaviking]

Eric's meal has seated herself in his lap in a way that suggests that it is not the first time she's been invited to do so.

Anubis employees are of course strictly offering culinary experiences. Anything else would be a legal nightmare across state lines not to mention borders.

Thar one of Eric's large hands is suspiciously close to her right breast is obviously a coincidence.

He drops fang as well and bites down on her neck. Her breathy moan is quite the antidote to his dour mood.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam's other hand rests on the woman's thigh, lightly kneading and stroking. Sometimes one can't help a little innocent fondling, especially if one's meal doesn't mind.

As always, Pam is a neat eater. Only a fine trickle of blood runs down the woman's throat toward her low-cut uniform.

[onceaviking]

Eric on the other hand seems to subscribe to the notion that blood can only be enjoyed if one is smeared with it.

This time he's even managed to get a small streak on his forehead.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam finishes up, licking her fangs and withdrawing them with a click. As her meal gets up to leave, a flight attendant comes around with a basket of warm, damp towels.

"Moist towelette?" she offers.

Pam takes two, one for herself and one for Eric, who probably doesn't think he needs one.

[onceaviking]

Eric is busy licking the sticky skin on his dinner's clavicle.

He has to. She'd gotten all - messy.

He ignores the flight attendant and finishes up his licking, sending the young woman on her way with a small pat on her ass.

Eric's range of appreciative actions is rather coloured by his age, culture, and upbringing.

He turns to look at Pam. Amazingly, he's managed to not get blood on his clothes.
Just his face.

"That was okay," he says, running the back of his hand across his mouth. "A shame they have to stay dressed though."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"They'd have to draw up a whole new contract for that," Pam remarks as she reaches over to wipe the tiny streak of red off his forehead with a towel before handing the warm cloth to him.

"How did yours taste?"

[onceaviking]

"I know," he says with a small sigh as he takes the cloth.
"And she was alright. As you'd expect I guess. Healthy. A bit generic. Yours?"

He wipes his face and neck, as he looks at her.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She shrugs.

"Same. God, I can't wait till we're really on our way. Like finally over-the-Atlantic on our way."

She dabs at the corners of her mouth with the towel.

[onceaviking]

He sighs and lets his head fall back against the headrest.
"I couldn't agree more."

A pause.

"Have you brought the leather corset? The new one?"

He'd had that in mind when he ordered the fan.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She leans her head back as well, and slants him a look.

"Yeah. Why? You like it," she murmurs with a wry smile, answering her own question.

[onceaviking]

"I do," he agrees.
No sense in denying that.

"I might have gotten you a little something that'd go well with that corset," he adds.
Which - could be good. Or could be, well -

[lazy_but_loyal]

She turns her head a little.

"You did?" she says, somewhat incredulous and amused. "Was that supposed to be a surprise?"

She would almost say it's sweet.

[onceaviking]

He shrugs.
"It seemed fitting. A little going away on vacation present."

He used to give her presents. He still does, only now it's more a question of letting her have the credit card.

[lazy_but_loyal]

He did used to give her presents. They made her feel special, pampered, that he would do anything for her. Not that that feeling has ever diminished -- just that some things have changed.

"Oh," she says with a little smile. "Well, do I get to see it now, or later?"

[onceaviking]

He seems to think it over. Looking at her.
"Later, I think, " he says. "I just have to tear a few heads off once we're down."

He could be quite literal here. He probably isn't though.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Her smile widens, the look in her eyes growing sly.

"You always know how to talk to a girl."

[onceaviking]

"It's a gift, " Eric says.
Modestly.

The plane starts descending and the seat belt sign lights up.

Eric sighs again.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She only smirks at that, and she glances away to buckle her seatbelt.

The lights of New York City twinkle enticingly outside the window as the plane circles over the bridges and skyscrapers. Pam watches with just a bit of longing.

All that shopping...

[onceaviking]

Eric buckles his own seat belt and glances out of the window across the aisle.

All that concrete and metal. Fucking New York.

The unboarding is remarkably effecient. Once inside the terminal they make their way to the Anubis desk.

The ground staff are vampires. It's nearing down but apparently, nobody wants a scene.

Nobody might get disappointed.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam lowers her sunglasses as she and Eric stride through the terminal.

Some humans turn to watch them, uncertain if they're celebrities or not.

At the Anubis desk, Pam impatiently stands at Eric's elbow, designer carry-on bag at her side.

[onceaviking]

The poor Anubis employee is not enjoying his job right now.

He's the one manning the desk because he's good with difficult customers. And old enough o give them pause.

Only this time, he is the youngest. And he can feel the situation slowly slip from his grasp.

When he started out with the spiel about complimentary accommodation, Eric cut him off.

Smiling. A tight, little smile.

Because Eric Northman did not care about complimentary accommodation, blood, or foot rubs. He wanted to get to Keflavík.
Now.

And he hasn't budged.

The only thing that's changed is that he isn't smiling anymore.

"I don't fucking care what your computer is telling you. And you shouldn't either. You should care about what I am telling you. And that is that I want you to find us tickets. For Keflavík. Leaving within the hour."

He is this close to dropping fang.
This fucking close.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam adjusts her sunglasses and shifts her weight onto her other hip.

"I swear to god," she mutters irritably as she glances around the terminal, "if I get the bleeds with all these humans around, I will fucking bite someone."

[onceaviking]

Eric briefly turns his head to face her. "You not," he promises, as the Anubis vampire nervously tap-tap-taps on his keyboard.

"Well," he says, nervously, "it seems like we might be in luck. I have two tickets. They're a little ways apart. And coach -"

His voice trails off as Eric glares at him.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Coach?" Pam snaps, cutting him off.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you even see this man?" She gestures at Eric. "You honestly think he can fit in an economy class seat?"

This is her way of thinking of others-- well, Eric-- before herself.

[onceaviking]

"I was thinking - ehm - eh - coffins," the Anubis employee stammers as Eric leans across the desk and says, "Your manager. Now."

Economy coffins.
Fuck no.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Oh, hell no."

And that's all Pam has to say about that.

[onceaviking]

The manager shows up. A small, efficient woman.

A small, efficient, smart woman.

You can try to recoup your losses or you can prevent further monetary losses as well as goodwill by caving. And kicking people with less clout off your plane.

There is a flight to Keflavík and it suddenly does have to Business Class coffins available.
What a lucky coincidence.

The human crowd radiate disappointment as the situation is diffused.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam fluffs up her hair. That will do nicely, she supposes.

She does admire Eric's persistence. And influence.

There will be no blood shed tonight.

Pam wouldn't really bite anyone here anyway. They're all just a bunch of fucking tourists from the middle of nowhere.

[onceaviking]

Eric does a slow turn, just to ensure that everyone has caught on to alpha male dominance and isn't going to try any shit.

Then he offers Pam his arm.

"We'll wait in your lounge," he informs the little, efficient manager, and she thoroughly agrees.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She slips her dainty hand into the crook of his arm, brawny even through the sleeve of his jacket, and proceeds to ignore everyone else in the entire room.

"Lets go."

[onceaviking]

They head to the lounge, striding along with perfectly synchronised movements.
Supermodel-like.

They've got an hour to kill before boarding. Just in time for the sunrise.