Artificial Horizon - A César Fernando Basa x Reader story

XXI: Catch Point

A fix/waypoint that serves as a transition point from the high altitude waypoint navigation structure to the low altitude structure or an arrival procedure (STAR).

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December 5th, 0200Z (1000LCL)
Location: Bohol, Philippines

I feel myself often in daze nowadays all because of the dreams; but today is definitely the worst one. I find myself staring at a distance, losing focus most of the time, that I need to slap myself to stay alert. Thankfully, the pressure builds that when my second alarm rings, denoting the fact that we're to have breakfast as a team, I practically succeed in taking a bath in record time and only be late for a good five or seven minutes for breakfast. And even when I am to prepare for the morning, I am thankful for my stars that I am quick to return back to the routine when the third alarm, signaling the time for me to be out of the room and meet the others all again at the hotel's lobby, breaks through my thoughts.

I know that dreams shouldn't affect me. But not such when it is so vivid and clear, as if it is really happening in real life. And definitely not such a dream that ignites desires that make me worry if it is my brain's thinking that I better start getting laid. I mean... it is really strange and weird and embarrassing!

Like, I am once again telling myself that dream me is too lucky with her love life. To be loved by such a man, I mean... fuck it all. I don't know what to do but just pray to the heavens that if I am to return back to that dreamscape, I hope that it will not be an immediate continuation. Because... I am hating my brain for remembering every detail of it. And when I say every detail, I mean it. Everything that the waking world didn't just take me away from it in the beginning or in the middle, but let me stay in the dreaming until the very end of it.

I can feel my cheeks heating up, and immediately press my hands against my face as if to hide away. And seriously, I really want to runaway and hide, all because of that dream. To add, I even need to deal with the continuation of this photoshoot and still see Elian.

Lord naman... pasensya na kung ang dumi-dumi na ng utak ko, pero... Tangina. Ganoon din kaya si Elian... o doon sila magkaiba ni César? Shit, kailangan ko siguro maligo sa holy water...

I slowly lower my hands, stopping to cover my mouth as I watch the team right ahead as the photoshoot continues with all of us trailing the steps heading to the peak of one of the hills to have a good view of the countless Chocolate Hills. And like the usual days of shooting that is not within the ramp area, the flight and cabin crews are in their casual get-up, too; and fuck it that Elian's choice of wardrobe had him radiating some CEO vibes.

Ever since that blunt conversation between me and Elian yesterday, during our way from Negros to Cebu, we have no further interaction at all. Despite what Lara told me last night regarding the on-going preposterous stories involving me and Elian, there is definitely no claim for such because I can firmly attest myself that there is really nothing at all. Knowing all that seems to add another embarrassment to me that I can't bear talking to him; my most recent dream is like some sort of the cherry on top of it all.

I cast a quick look at where he is right now, conversing with one of the flight stewards on their way up. And my eyes trail on to his handsome profile and his lean but visibly taut muscled figure. Regretting doing so as I guiltily almost sound like I am ogling him.

Then, once again, remembering how strands of his usually well-kept hair fall across his dark eyes cloud with passion and desire, his slightly parted bruised lips as he pants my name, and the warmth of his naked skin and the weight of his body above mine...

Good Lord... ayaw ko na!

This is bad. Just seeing Elian right now makes me remember that dream night with César.