#burlington hotel

[joeygallagher]

The Chieftains and Sinéad O’Connor - The Foggy Dew

10th Irish Recorded Music Association (IRMA) Awards

Burlington Hotel, Dublin (1995)

RIP Sinéad O'Connor 💚🇮��☘️

[onceuponatown]

Hotel Vermont, Burlington, Vt, ca. 1910.

[ohfuckiamsohardrn]

and if i say his va sounds breedable, i'm the problem

[alexandraundone]

I am OBSESSED with the daisy carpet that was in the inn I stayed in outside of Burlington.

Most peculiar was the small pool of blood in the corner of the room…

[britishchick09]

senpai's many appearances in the 'images of america' series of historical books showcasing american life by arcadia publishing! :D

[roadtripnewengland]

Hotel Vermont- Burlington, VT 1911

[hotelbooking]

Holiday Inn Burlington Hotel & Conference Centre Welcome to the Holiday Inn Burlington Hotel & Conference Centre, a 3.5-star hotel nestled in the charming city of Burlington, Ontario, Canada. With its prime location and exceptional amenities, this hotel is the perfect choice for both business and leisure travelers. At Holiday Inn Burlington Hotel & Conference Centre, guests can expect a seamless check-in and check-out experience. Check-in time starts from 03:00 PM, allowing you to settle in and start enjoying your stay as soon as possible. When it's time to bid farewell, you have until 12:00 PM to check out, giving you ample time to relax and prepare for your departure. With 237 well-appointed rooms, Holiday Inn Burlington Hotel & Conference Centre offers a comfortable and inviting retreat for every guest. Whether you're traveling alone or with a group, you'll find the perfect accommodation option to suit your needs. Each room is thoughtfully designed with modern amenities and stylish...

[greatevent89]

Hotels Burlington NC

Welcome to Courtyard by Marriott in Burlington, NC: Where Comfort Meets Convenience

Discover the perfect blend of style and substance at Courtyard by Marriott in Burlington, NC. Our newly renovated hotel offers spacious rooms equipped with plush bedding, ergonomic workspaces, and 55-inch flat-screen TVs. Enjoy fast and free Wi-Fi throughout your stay.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Stuck storming

Pairings: Weems x R (Platonic)

Word count: 2.7K

Summary: You and Weems get stuck in Burlington. Luckily Weems has somewhere for you to stay. However unluckily you get sick.

TW: flooding, sickness (like flu symptoms), prescription meds, anxiety, medicine

A/n there will be a part 2 to this but the whole thing was too long (in my opinion) to post as just one chapter/post. And I felt I needed it to be long to get in all the good stuff.

The rain smashed against the windshield and the wind blew relentlessly. You and the headmistress had been on your way back from Burlington when you got the storm warning. Principal Weems had been hoping to make it back to nevermore before the roads flooded. All the two of you had was her laptop, your sketchbook, a pencil-case, her work planner, both of your wallets with various amounts of cash and credit cards, your uniform and the clothes on your back. If you got stuck there really wasn’t too much to do until you made it back. You had left your phone in your dorm, but you were pretty sure that principal Weems had hers in the pocket of her white blazer. Luckily you had the foresight to bring a single change of mildly comfy clothes for the drive back, not eager to sit in the car for hours in your stiff uniform.

You felt bad, it was partly your fault the two of you were in this situation. It had begun when your art teacher had posed the idea to Larissa during a staff meeting to enter the best of the art classes works into the annual competition at Burlington. When she had received a call back a few weeks later she was pleasantly surprised to hear you had won. She had yet to see the artworks as she had simply given the teacher permission before she was wrapped up in work again.

As a part of the prize, the winner had their work exhibited at the art museum and the company hosted an event of their donors, other artists and art critics. It was a good way for the school to show face and even potentially scope for new donors. When Larissa had seen your artwork, a large painting of nevermore, she loved it. It was done in acrylic paints set at sunrise with the colours bouncing off the stone walls. She offered you money for it to hang in the school, but you declined saying she could have it for free as it was too large to take home with you after the school year.

Larissa had chatted idly with the other high-end members of society, and you showed face and awkwardly thanked people when they complimented your art. You honestly had no idea why you had agreed to enter, praise was not something you were very good with receiving. Larissa seemed to notice and often helped change the topic for you.

After around a stuff half hour of pleasantries and fake smiles you took your sketchbook and hid out further in the gallery to sketch. After a while Larissa came and sat with you before the event ended and you said your goodbyes. You changed in the gallery bathrooms and put your folded uniform in your backpack around your sketchbook to protect it from the rain that was starting outside. The backpack wasn’t waterproof.

However now it seemed you weren’t going to be making it back today or maybe even tomorrow. You had had a lucky run so far but coming across one of the creeks it had risen above the bridge. Effectively flooding and meaning you would have to stay in Burlington for the night. Larissa sighed.

“Sorry darling. Looks like we’re staying for the night.” She said apologetically.

“It's alright you didn’t cause the rain.” You smiled.

“I guess you're right.” She said and put the car into gear.

After the drive back you pulled into a parking lot in front of a what seemed to be an apartment complex.

“Um is this a hotel?” You asked, confused. Larissa laughed softly.

“No darling. This is my apartment.” You looked at her surprised. “I often have conferences in Burlington and so do other teachers, a few years ago we raised funds to buy and apartment so teachers could save costs and opt for something other than a stiff hotel mattress for however many nights they would be staying.”

“Cool.” You said.

“I’ll go find a park you go into the warm.” She said pulling up by the front door. You nodded and got out. Larissa went to park, and you found the door locked. With no other option you clutched your bag to your chest and stood in the rain waiting. After a few minutes Larissa came hurrying over.

“Darling? What are you doing outside still?” She asked concerned.

“L-locked” you stuttered and she mentally facepalmed, it was after five of course it was locked. She quickly put in the code and ushered you inside. You were freezing your teeth chattering and you began to worry you were going to get sick from the rain and the cold.

“Come, we need to warm you up.” The principal said and pulled you into an elevator. She pressed a button and pulled you into her side with an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to keep you warm. She ran her hand up and down the sleeve of your soaked hoodie to try and get some warmth from the friction.

After what felt like ages, the lift stopped, and Larissa put in another code. Explaining that each floor was an apartment so each level had its own code so only those who lived there could get in. After a minute a small light above the keypad went green and the door shuddered open. You stepped out after Larissa, and she turned on the light. The place was clean and very modern. White walls and grey stone bench tops. There was a kitchen with a fridge, oven and microwave which was in an open plan living room. There were ceiling to floor windows in the living room which looked out on the city below. There was a dining table and couch and a tv. Down the corridor you assumed were bedrooms, bathrooms and maybe a laundry room.

“Go hope in the shower love. First bedroom on the right. It had an ensuite. I’ll leave you some of the spare clothes i keep here on the bed for when your done and we can put those in the dryer after.” She said setting her bag down on the table. You nodded and scurried off. You left your bag just inside the bedroom door. You checked your sketchbook was ok and thanked god that you had the foresight to wrap it in your uniform, which had kept it dry.

You stripped of the soaking wet clothes which were heavy with water and stepped into the steaming shower. You shivered at the contact the warm water made with your skin. It felt amazing. Using the soap which smelt suspiciously like your principal, you also washed your hair. After a thorough shower you stepped out and towel dried your hair. Carefully opening the door wrapped only in a towel you peaked out. Just as promised, principal Weems had left you a shirt which was too big on you and fell to your mid thighs but was comfy and soft. She had also left a pair of tracksuit pants with a drawstring that you couldn’t imagine her wearing no matter how hard you tried. You put the clothes on and looked n the mirror. A bit baggy on you but you rolled up the cuffs of the pants and it was fine. You were mildly surprised to see the t-shirt was an old band t-shirt which looked like it was from the 80s based on the words on the back. “Rolling stones world tour 1987” was printed in big letters and you giggled imagining your hard-working principal dancing around in a crowd at what would have probably been a rave.

After warming yourself up, you groaned as you realised the pressure in your head wasn’t from the heat but another reason. The beginnings of a headache budded behind your eyes, and you pressed the heel of your palm to them in an attempt to stop it. You sniffled and the pressure in your sinuses grew.

“Dammit” you cursed. How were you supposed to survive in close quarters with your principal when sick? Normally you isolated yourself and looked after your own body until you were better. But you doubted you would be able to do that or hide the sickness from Larissa.

Heaving a sigh, you opened the bedroom door and wandered back into the living room. The principal was sat with a mug of hot chocolate and there was a second one on the coffee table. She was scrolling through Netflix, and you plopped down beside her. She raised a brow but didn’t comment, opting for another sip of the chocolate drink. She gestured towards the mug, and you thanked her and cradled the warm drink in your hands. Taking careful sip incase it was hot, the blissful taste of liquid chocolate smoother than silk and rich as honey flooded your mouth. You let out a small noise of content and Larissa laughed making you blush slightly.

“It's my own special stash. I keep it for after stressful conferences. I get it imported from Switzerland.” She said and you looked at her wide eyed.

“The Swedes?” You asked and she laughed again and nodded. “Well, they certainly make good chocolate. And I’m happy I get to have it again. Thank you principal weems.” You said and she smiled softly at you.

“No problem darling.” She said

“Reminds me of home.” You said with a sigh.

“How so?” She questioned after settling on a studio Ghibli film and lowering the volume to continue the conversation.

“First of,” you began “you have excellent taste in Tv. Second, despite only ever visiting Austria, it runs in my blood. I have Austrian heritage and so at home we have a lot of Austrian food. I learnt to speak German as a kid but i don’t remember to much of it, just enough to get by.” You said and she looked at you impressed.

“Germans not an easy language to learn as a kid.” She said and you shrugged.

“I guess just… you know, talking about Europe reminds me of home. Plus, I traveled across Europe with my family as a child. I’ve even been to Switzerland and tasted their fondue firsthand.” You said with a smile.

“Im jealous.” Principle weems said. “Their cheese and chocolate are what their best at.”

“Oh, and don’t i know it.” You smiled. After a natural lull in the conversation the principal turned up the volume slightly and you curled up on the couch to get comfy. Larissa spared you a glance every now and then to check on you but you seemed content.

You didn’t remember falling asleep when you woke up. But there was no better way to wake up than to the smell of pancakes. You popped your head up to look over the back of the couch into the kitchen and smiled. The principal was dancing slightly as she cooked and looked up and met your eyes, blushing slightly at being caught.

“Good morning darling.” She said flipping another of the pancakes. “You were sleeping in late so i went to the shops and got us some food. It looks like we’re not leave anytime soon.” She said and you looked to the window. The rain still coming down hard. “I’ve contacted the school and your friends to let them know we are ok. Luckily i have my laptop and it didn’t get wet so I can always work remotely. You can do whatever you want today. Other than leave the apartment.” She smiled. “Im afraid I don’t have much here to do but there’s always the Tv and i have a random assortment of stationery you can use for art.” She smiled and you nodded and rubbed tiredly at your eyes stifling a yawn.

You felt worse today. The headache had fully set in, bordering on migraine territory. Your throat felt raw, and your head felt like it was packed with a lovely sand and cotton blended concrete that would probably only be sold as a torture device in the seventh circle of hell itself. Even after rubbing the sleep from your eyes and blinking the light hurt a bit and your head was swimming. It was feeling a bit too warm in here, but you opted to ignore that and focus on the idea of food. After a minute you stood and sat at the table. Larissa came over a minute later and put down three plates. Two empty and one piled high with a stack of breakfasty goodness. She handed you a glass of apple juice and you thanked her.

After eating some of the pancakes and drowning them in the sticky syrup the principle had provided you paused eyes wide, made chew.

“Shit.” You said and the principal paused.

“Ms L/n-“ she began but you cut her off.

“I don’t have my anxiety meds with me.” You said sounding slightly panicked. Larissa paled slightly.

“Darling?” She said slowly and carefully. “What happens if you don’t take them?” She looked almost scared.

“Oh, i’ll be fine. A bit more anxious than i like to be. But fine.” You said coming to terms with it.

“Hmmm.” The principal hummed. “Are they prescription?” She asked and you nodded. “I’ll see if i can get the nurse to send a script to the local pharmacy that’s just down the road. And i’ll pick them up for you. When do you need them by?” She asked looking at her watch.

“Preferable as soon as possible but i can wait.” You said poking at the food on your plate. It seemed like the room was getting hotter and it was getting harder to downplay the congestion in your voice. The excuse of sleep was quickly running out. After another pause, she spoke again.

“I’ll grab them after breakfast then.” She said, “do you want to come with?” The principal asked and you knew saying no would either be rude or suspicious, so you nodded. After you had eaten the uncomfortable heat had seemingly only gotten worse. You were speaking less now, and you felt principal Weems’s stare burning into your back as you watched the rain from the couch as she washed up. You knew she was getting a little suspicious now and the sickness was getting harder to hide.

After putting the dishes away, freshly hand dried and scrubbed Larissa came over to you. Placing a hand on your shoulder she frowned at the heat coming from you, but you quickly turned around and spoke before she could.

“Ready to go?” You asked hoping to sound more put together than you felt.

“Sure. Let me grab my car keys.” She said and decided to let the matter go for now. She grabbed an umbrella and the two of you went down to the car.

For some reason even the car was hot. When the principal wasn’t looking you pressed your overly hot forehead to the cool glass of the window and sighed slightly. However sneaky you thought you were being; you weren’t. Simple as that. The principal had been around more than enough stubborn teenagers to know when they were sick. Pulling into the chemist she unbuckled at reached over to press her hand to your cheek. Your eyes were closed so you jumped slightly at the unexpected contact. She clicked her tongue and sighed.

“Darling why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” She asked, her tone was gentle but stern. You turned to look at her alarmed which she thought was strangely endearing. Your cheeks held the flushed pink of a fever, and your eyes were growing glassy.

“I-i didn’t want to make you worry about me.” You admitted softly and she sighed.

“Darling it’s my job. And i also care about you.” She said softly. “I’ll pick up some medicine and supplies while I’m in the pharmacy. You stay here and hold down the fort.” She said and you hummed, placing your face against the glass again, eyes fluttering shut. The principal frowned; she had been expecting to have to fight you on it. Concerned she made a mental note to be quick.

MASTERLIST

[chelseacatgirl]

We're back from the hotel

My brother and my father and I had been at the hotel for two days, we ate dinner at the Cheesecake Factory with Aunt Lisa on the first night, the second day I got a new pink swimsuit at Target alongside the Pokemon TCG Tinkaton EX Battle Deck because we forgot mine, I then went swimming at the hotel with Dad.

Aunt Lisa later visited us and I shared six of my cookbooks with her too.

On our way back home, my family and I went up the mountains. Wish we can go up the mountains in my city. We had a good time there.

(And yes, I'm wearing a Barbie themed shirt I got at Burlington's before the trip when I'm showing my Tinkaton EX Battle Deck)

[cami-stuffs]

Master List

Larissa Weems

Multi-Chapter

Pushing Towards You (AO3) - Chapter 1: Back to Nevermore (Sep 13th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 2: Old Friends Reunite (Sep 17th, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 3: Hot Chocolate and Blue Eyes (Sep 21st, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 4: Moral Hangover (Sep 25th, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 5: Reconciliation (Sep 29th, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 6: Lovers Picnic (Oct 3rd, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 7: Life Changing (Oct 7th, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 8: Outcasts Among Normies (Oct 11th, 2023) (Tumblr / AO3) - Chapter 9: Sneaking Around (NSFW) (Oct 15th, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 10: New Beginnings (Oct 19th, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 11: Party Night (Nov 2nd, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 12: The Harvest Party (Nov 8th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 13: All Out (Nov 16th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 14: Family Thanksgiving (Nov 24th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 15: Puzzle Pieces (Nov 28th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 16: Aftermath (Dec 02nd, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 17: Change of Perspective (Dec 18th, 2023) (Tumbler/AO3) - Chapter 18: Increasing The Family (Dec 22nd, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 19: Tender Moments (Dec 28th, 2023) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 20: New Year's Resolution (Jan 1st, 2024) (Tumblr/ AO3) - Chapter 21: Visiting Week (Jan 7th, 2024) (Tumblr/AO3) - Chapter 22: Rave'N (Mar 30th, 2024) (Tumblr/AO3)

One-Shot

Pushing Towards You Series - A Hotel in Burlington (NSFW) (Nov 4th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - School Reunion (NSFW) (Nov 11th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Dominate You (NSFW) (Nov 20th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3) - Night Visit (NSFW) (Dec 14th, 2023) (Tumblr/AO3)

[becomingkatie]

Eclipse Trip 2024 || Burlington, VT

Burlington is one of the few places I think Ken and I could agree to move to. (I love Atlanta and would move back in a heartbeat but Ken won’t go south of here; I don’t really want to move time zones and go west.) My uncle and his husband live here (I always say “my uncles” but then people think it’s a big chunk of my family, but no it’s just the one couple) and we visited them once pre-pandemic. They showed us around and I talked for ages about moving up there. I still love it.

We originally planned to go to Ohio and do Cedar Point, but it’s not open this early in the year. So last April, a year out, we paid like $300 a night for a holiday inn express in south Burlington. It was completely booked, along with everywhere else. It was hands-down the busiest I’ve ever seen a hotel breakfast. Every seat at every table full!

I convinced Ken to agree to a glass blowing class and it was a highlight for sure! We made cups! It’s one of those crafts that I just don’t know how anyone gets into unless they have a family member who does it. Like, the entry into it just seems so tough. But a one-hour class was a really good insight into it.

On Sunday we scoped out potential viewing spots. We picked a park on the lake 3 miles from our hotel so we could walk there and back and not deal with parking. We were there around 4:30, so later than the eclipse would be the next day, but could still get an idea of where the sun would be in the sky when thinking of potential spots to sit and watch. It was funny, us and everyone else walking around, whispering because we didn’t want to share our thoughts about where we planned to be.

Ultimately, it was busy but not insane. We were still quite a bit south of downtown and the university campus, which I think was much more packed. We picked up bagel sandwiches to bring with us and had little portable camp chairs. We got there a bit before noon, and totality was at 3:26. I loved seeing all the dogs. The feeling of community during totality was really cool.

Now that we’ve experienced it, we both say we’d travel under 3 hours to see it again (not the 10 hours we traveled this time), or further if it was somewhere we had family or otherwise already wanted to visit. But we wouldn’t plan more eclipse vacations just to see more eclipses. We’re both really glad we did this one though!

The drive home took 12 hours instead of 10. Since the eclipse was a Monday, travel in was spread out between some people coming in Saturday and some on Sunday, but basically everyone left Tuesday and it was bad traffic. Then we stopped at Panera and discovered they changed the menu and no longer have any of Ken’s favorite items!

Overall a fantastic trip, even with the tough journey home. I’m not allowed to send Ken Zillow links to Burlington homes for a month - he’s convinced the vacation excitement will wear off, and with it my desire to move. But I have a vision of myself in Chelsea boots boiling sap from a tree in my yard to make maple syrup and I will not let go of this imagined Vermont Katie.

[swforester]

The view from my hotel window. It looks over Lake Champlain. It was a beautiful end to my day after the intense experience of seeing a total eclipse for the first time.

At the Lake Champlain Hilton

Burlington VT 4/8/24

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hiii!! i was wondering if i could make a request for a marilyn x fem reader one shot. where it’s their honeymoon and they go to the airport and the reader is being (only write if ur comfortable) clingy/horny. just mostly fluff and cute stuff but also maybe smut and hints of smut. thank youuu!! <3

Yess!!! Here it is!! I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the language mistakes

Delayed

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slightly smut, slightly semi public smut

Word count: 1,604

Summary: You were at the airport to take the flight to your honeymoon, but it was delayed and you and your wife had to wait some more hours…

N/A: Requests are open!!! I love you all!!!!

“Delayed? What do you mean with delayed?” You asked desperately.

“I'm sorry Miss, but we have had some mechanical problems. Your flight will leave at 2:30 in the morning.”

“2:30 in the morning? Oh…” You said, resting your head on the counter.

Your frustration was understandable. It was not an ordinary trip, it was your honeymoon. The Hawaiian archipelago awaited you. With resignation, you looked at your wife with the face of having a panic attack.

“I think I'll call the hotel…” Marilyn told you, giving you a small pat on the back.

You sat on the benches in the middle of the room while the redhead called the fabulous hotel where you would spend the best week of your life.

“That's it, solved,” she said, sitting next to you. “Come on, (Y/N), don't worry, it's not that serious.”

“Ugh, I hate your optimism,” you whispered, crossing your arms. Marilyn laughed and placed a quick kiss on your lips.

“It's a 15-hour flight. Three more hours doesn't make much of a difference either.”

“It's not three hours, Mari, it's three hours at this airport. We've already been here for two hours and... Shit!” You said, remembering something that would make your time there more unbearable.

“What? What's going on, honey?” she asked, scared about your reaction.

“I have the laptop in my suitcase,” you said, pouting. Marilyn closed her eyes and kept from smiling too much. “And the suitcase is already on the plane. Damn…”

Your wife put her arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to her. You were a girl who liked to have everything under control.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“Me too… But I'm afraid love won't take us to Hawaii…” You said, exaggerating your disgust.

“You are a drama queen, honey,” Marilyn said, amused. You stuck out your tongue mockingly. “Close your eyes,” she asked you. You looked at her and frowned. “Come on, close them.”

You complied reluctantly, but without relaxing your indignant stance. You felt the redhead move closer to you and you felt her breath in your ear.

“Imagine, you and me, on the beach, with the sound of the sea waves…” She whispered to you softly. Your expression relaxed and you outlined a small smile. “With no one around us... Just you and me, watching the most beautiful sunsets from our suite, with champagne and soft music that says…”

“Passengers on the Burlington-San Francisco flight, board at gate 20, please.”

The airport public address system interrupted Marilyn's words, which were beginning to relax you.

“Damn. This is like hell,” you protested again. Marilyn snorted and massaged your shoulders gently.

“Relax, honey. I'm going to find something to eat. You stay here, and try to imagine the things I have told you, you will see how time goes by faster that way.”

“I'm not hungry,” you said with a childish tone. The redhead raised her eyebrows and put on her glasses, an unmistakable sign that she was going to disarm your complaints, as she always did.

“Oh, you’re not? It seemed to me that that restaurant with the sandwiches on the corner caught your attention... But if you don't want to...” She told you ironically. You sighed and shook your head. She got up, and just as she grabbed her bag, you grabbed her wrist.

“Club sandwich, with double bacon and a coke,” you said murmuring. She smiled and leaned down to kiss you again.

You loved exaggerating your anger. She would always do anything to make you feel better. That was one of the reasons why you married her. A life without her words reassuring you when you needed it would be hell even worse than being stuck in that airport.

“What about that guy over there?” You asked, taking a sip of your soda.

“Business trip,” your wife replied.

“What are you saying? It is clear that his trip is to see his lover,” you said.

Time passed slowly, and all you could do was play one of your favorite games, invent crazy lives for the people who were around.

“According to you, everyone is going to see their lovers,” Marilyn said, shaking her head.

“Well, it's the only reason someone would be here at 11 at night. Unless your flight has been delayed 4 hours,” you emphasized those words looking at the guy at the boarding counter. The poor worker looked at you with an apologetic smile. “Smile Tim, smile, you're on my blacklist,” you hissed.

Marilyn sighed and took something from her bag.

“Look, (Y/N), I bought this in case you wanted us to read it,” she said, handing you what looked like a guidebook.

“A Hawaii travel guide?” You asked, flipping through the book. “I don't think it gives us time to see everything there. I'm not going to let you out of bed.”

“I expected no less...” She murmured, picking up the book again.

Time passed and the few people that were at the airport were disappearing. You and Marilyn were reading about beautiful places that you would probably never visit. You yawned loudly and put your hand over your mouth.

“Are you sleepy, honey?” Your wife asked, caressing your cheek.

“A little…” She said with a sleepy voice.

“Lie down if you want, there is still time,” She said looking at her watch. You nodded and fell into her lap. Her caresses were the best of sedatives and you felt your eyelids weigh heavily soon. You weren't worried about missing the plane, you knew that Marilyn had a hard time sleeping, and she wasn't going to sleep there.

After a time that was impossible for you to calculate, you felt how a chill ran through your body and you opened your eyes, rubbing your body with your hands.

“My love, are you cold?” Marilyn asked. You shook your head and shifted to be more comfortable. “Wait a minute.”

The redhead reached into her bag and pulled out a blanket that was carefully rolled up.

“A blanket? Whose bag is that, Mary Poppins's?” You teased, gesturing for her to cover you with it.

“Yes, I stole it while she was flying with her umbrella,” she answered, passing that blanket over you.

You slept a while longer, but this time you weren't woken up by the cold, but by severe back pain.

“Shit… How uncomfortable is this,” you said, stretching and sitting back in your seat. She smiled at you and put the book down. “Wait, I have an idea.”

You took the blanket and pulled it over both of you. You put your backpack on the redhead's shoulder and leaned over her.

“Much better,” you sighed.

“Thank you, (Y/N), I was starting to get a little cold too.”

That short time you slept helped you to see things in a different way, and to tell the truth, you weren't that bad either, after all you were with Marilyn.

“Hey, Mari… Tell me again what we're going to do in Hawaii…” You said, settling on her shoulder, with your arms under the blanket. She smiled tenderly and leaned a little closer to you.

“You know... Sunbathing... Diving... Relaxing at the jacuzzi... Walking hand in hand on the beach...” She said softly.

Her voice tone made you blush a little and you took one of your hands to her leg.

“No, that's not what I mean…” You said with a teasing look, while you caressed Marilyn above her knee.

“What do you mean then…? Ah!” She said, surprised to notice how your hand kept going up until it reached her inner thigh.  “(Y / N), what are you doing?” She asked, looking around her.

“Me? Nothing…” You lied suggestively, placing your lips on her neck.

“(Y/N), we are surrounded by cameras. Ge, get your hand out of there…” She told you nervously. You shook your head, pointing at the blanket with your other hand.

“They won't see anything... Relax and hide a bit,” you said, at the same time that you reached to touch the fabric of her underwear.

“Ah, no, not here, (Y/N), it's too… Ahh,” she said, suppressing a groan. You laughed mischievously, looking to see if anyone was watching. Fortunately the place seemed deserted, at least your seats.

“You'll see how time goes by faster, Mari…” You whispered, intensifying your caresses. She was going to answer you, but your touch was faster and prevented any protest.

You pushed aside the cloth that was in your way and moved your hand slowly, but intensely throughout the area. Marilyn closed her eyes in resignation. She knew that when you were like this, there was nothing that could stop you.

“Oh, fuck, (Y N)… You're crazy,” she muttered between discreet moans.

“Yes, crazy about you, my dear wife…” You answered, inserting one of your fingers. The atmosphere got very hot, and even though you knew she was shy, you didn't seem to see her uncomfortable at all.

Her breathing quickened dangerously, and before her body began to move involuntarily, a public address announcement announced your flight.

“Shit,” you said, pulling your hand away and looking at your watch. “It just had to be now, I swear…”

“Oh, my God…” She said, clearly frustrated. “Come on, grab your stuff.”

“Calm down, Mari, I'm not going to leave halfway. I'll continue on the plane,” you said, taking your backpack and folding the blanket.

“I disagree, (Y/N),” she said amused, kissing you briefly.

“You love me, and you know it,” you mocked. She sighed and took your hand, on which the new ring sparkled.

“You don't know how much, (Y/N), you don't know how much…”

[flfnd]

24. Februar. Schon vor ein paar Monaten haben wir beschlossen, zur Sonnenfinsternis nach Plattsburgh zu fahren und haben da ein Hotel für das Wochenende gebucht, aber ich habe mir jetzt die Wetterstatistiken für den April im Nordosten angeguckt, und es sieht wirklich schlecht aus. Gestern habe ich mir dann einfach einen Ruck gegeben und einen Flug von Burlington nach Austin gebucht, am Sonntag hin und am Dienstag zurück, und dazu zwei Nächte in einem Hotel in Austin. Ich war überrascht, dass ich immer noch keine Schwierigkeiten hatte, Flüge und ein Bett zu bekommen. Wir könnten das auch in letzter Minute bleiben lassen und in Plattsburgh bleiben, in dem unwahrscheinlichen Fall, dass die Wetteraussichten in den beiden Städten umgekehrt als erwartet sind. Jetzt geht es mir besser. Eine Sonnenfinsternis gehört nicht zu den Dingen, bei denen man große Unwahrscheinlichkeiten in Kauf nehmen sollte. – Es fühlt sich allerdings merkwürdig an, dass ich mir das so leicht leisten kann, eine Ausgabe, die vor ein paar Jahren noch komplett außer Frage gestanden hätte. Es gibt eine ganze Menge von Dingen, die ich mir jetzt leicht leisten kann. Ich muss aufpassen, dass ich mir nicht zuviele von den Dingen leiste, die ich mir jetzt leicht leisten kann.

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