The airplane seat is as constricting as ever, especially when he'd been in it for an uncomfortable number of hours. Around him, everyone is jockeying to be first out of their seats when the fasten seatbelt sign goes off, and Phoenix pulls his phone out of his jacket, turning it off of airplane mode and dialing. The phone rings several times before Athena finally picks up.
"Mister Wright!" she says, sounding breathless, around the time the rest of the plane makes a mad dash for their carry-ons. "Hello!"
"I'm back stateside," he tells her, trying to keep his phone on his ear as a man in the aisle jostles him. "We just touched down. I still have to get my bag and go through customs, so I should be coming out just as you get here from the office."
"Uh huh," Athena says.
Phoenix frowns. "You're still picking me up, right?" he asks, because it's not out of the realm of possibility that she would forget.
"O-of course I will," she says.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "You sound a little flustered."
"It's nothing," she says.
"Alright then," Phoenix says. "I'll see you soon."
As the call disconnects, he swears her hears a man laugh. Oh well; probably it was someone else on the plane.
Athena hangs up, setting her phone back on the nightstand, and looks down at Simon. He's been making talking to her boss very difficult, what with the way he didn't stop kissing and sucking her skin, starting at her neck and making his way downwards to her breasts.
"I have to go," she says reluctantly. "I have to pick Mister Wright up from the airport."
Undeterred, he grazes his teeth over her nipple, making her gasp. "You're busy."
"But what will he do if I don't show?" she says, though she's yet to make any move to get up.
"Who cares?" he says. "He's a grown man."
"It's not very professional." Simon looks down at the two of them and raises an eyebrow. "Point. But what will I tell him?"
"Anything but the truth, if I were you," he says. He lets up on her for a moment, but not for long; he kneels between her legs instead. "Besides it's not like Wright has never done the same."
Athena frowns. "What?"
"'Sorry I'm late, I got tied up at the Prosecutor's Office,'" he says, in a voice that sounds nothing at all like Phoenix. "'I would have been here sooner, but I was working some things out with the Chief Prosecutor.' Any of that sound familiar?"
"I really don't want to think about that," she says. Whatever attempts she's making to protest are seriously undermined by the way she reaches for the nightstand, grabbing a condom and handing it to Simon.
"Then let me give you something else to think about," he says, bending over her; he kisses her hard before leaning back and ripping the condom wrapper open.
She sighs as he pushes into her, hooking her legs around him to pull him closer. She's lost track of which time this is; Athena insisted they celebrate after their win, and then Simon got it into his head that they should have a very different celebration, and they haven't left his apartment since. Mr. Wright is only just getting back into town and she's giving vague answers to everyone else's text messages, so they haven't really been interrupted so far. She knows it can't last forever, but God, she wishes it could.
There is no urgency to Simon's movements, just a steady rhythm that leaves Athena arching towards him. It's just so satisfying, even though she's already sore in places and sporting an impressive number of bite marks. She isn't fully sure how she's going to walk out of here, but Simon moves in a particularly good way and suddenly it's the farthest thing from her mind.
"What are you thinking about?" Simon asks.
"Nothing," Athena says.
"Then I must not be doing a very good job," he says, though he looks sly.
"You make me forget to think about anything," she says.
He laughs, mostly a huff of air. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"You should," she says. "I overthink everything."
"That doesn't surprise me," he says, lacing his fingers with hers where her hands rest on the pillow. "Let's see if I can make you forget how to talk."
Simon starts moving faster, fucking her deeper, and Athena wants all of it, every bit of him. She rocks her hips up to meet him, the two of them finding a rhythm. It's easier with practice, and she's not sure how she's going to resist getting in a lot more; she's broken the seal now, and it's going to be very difficult, if not impossible, to go back from this. The way she feels now, she never wants to go back. She has Simon in her bed and in her life, and she won't let him slip away for any reason.
The feeling builds slowly and easily, until she's gasping, clutching at Simon's back as he thrusts. He has an intent look on his face, and it does something to her, how committed he is to this. Having all his attention focused on her fills her with heat, and it only contributes to the sensation, the transporting quality of it. She's only barely hanging on, so very close that she can taste it.
"Do it for me," Simon says, his voice low and rough. "Let me see you."
Athena tosses her head back as she comes, and Simon cries out, hitting it at just the same time, perfectly synced. She can't do anything but hold on to him, as close as she can get as they both ride it out. He rests his forehead against hers, and she tilts her face up and kisses him, a hand cupping his cheek. If she could stay in this moment indefinitely, she would, nothing existing in the world except the two of them.
He does eventually let her up, rolling over to throw the condom into the wastebasket before turning back and pulling her to him. She rests against his chest, feeling peaceful and fucked out, and there's a satisfied silence for a good long time.
"I do have to go," she says some minutes later, with extreme reluctance. She can't go as she is; they have been in the shower more than once in the last few days, but her hair is a total loss, her clothes are discarded in a heap somewhere, and her stockings met with an unfortunate fate when they dared to get in Simon's way. At the very minimum, she's going to have to take a shower and stop by her own apartment for fresh clothes and a variety of hair products. Right now, that seems like the worst task anyone has ever been assigned, but she has to do it.
"If you're really going to leave, we have to get you cleaned up," he says, with a smile that is downright wolfish.
"Why do I feel like I know how this is going to end?" she says, as he guides her towards the bathtub.
Phoenix stands in front of the terminal and sighs to himself.
He really should have called Miles.