Mysterious Taylor! (A John Deacon fic)

Welcome to Tokyo

Taylor sat up a bit, as her back hurt by sitting in a bad position. She had her arms wrapped around John's, and her head was resting on his shoulder. She was staring out of the windows, looking at the clouds, spreading around the plane like a cotton field. She blinked a little and looked up to John, smiling. His forehead was pressed against the cold window, his other hand was resting on his chest, and he was peacefully sleeping. Taylor could not take her eyes off him, melting at his innocent cuteness. In the silence of the plane, she could hear his slow breath, blowing on the glass, forming a small spot of vapour.

Taylor moved slightly and cringed at her kidneys hurting again, more than it did during the wedding. She chew on her lip and tried to think about something else. She heard her wedding ring hit the fastener of the side pocket of John's jacket. She stretched out her hand before her, spreading her finger, and admiring the ring. She immediately thought about John wearing his beautiful white suit, which looked absolutely gorgeous on him. She could not wait for the photographers to send them the pictures they took at the ceremony and the party, and she could not wait to send copies to all the guests. What a great day it was.

A male voice sounded through the speakers of the plane, and Taylor looked forward, though she saw nothing.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We are soon landing at the Tokyo Haneda Airport. Please buckle your belt.”

Taylor sat up, unwillingly letting go of John's arm. She fastened her belt and noticing that John had undone his, she tenderly stroked his cheek.

“John?”

He suddenly inhaled a bit loudly, and blinked slowly, looking all around him, until he saw Taylor smiling at him. His sleepy lips grinned and he pressed them against hers.

“Did you sleep well, darling?”

“I did.”

“We're landing soon, you must buckle your belt.”

“Oh, yes. Thanks.”

John quickly fastened his belt and tenderly took Taylor's hand, entwining their fingers. He coughed lightly and looked out of the window, seeing a cloudier sky than this of Britain. He pouted briefly before looking at his lovely wife.

“Did you manage to rest?”

“Mmh, not that much. I couldn't find a very comfortable position.”

“You could've slept on me, I wouldn't mind.”

Taylor chuckled and stroked his cheek, kissing it softly.

“You never mind anything, as long as we touch!”

“Isn't it normal?”

“Mmh... I don't know. I guess it is.”

She laughed, and felt that the plane was flying lower and lower, until it finally landed on the Japanese ground. It was around five in the afternoon there, and they had spent thirteen hours in the plane. Their backs hurt, their legs felt numb, and their only wish was to run out of the plane and finally stand up. Taylor felt a light knot in her stomach, as the excitement of discovering Japan and its capital was growing in her guts. Finally, she was where she wanted to go the most, after Saint Malo.

When the plane stopped, all the passengers applauded, waiting for the signal, which allowed them to unfasten their belts and get out of the machine. The signal rang, and everybody stood up, taking their coats and scarves, their handbags, making sure that nothing was forgotten. They rushed to the gates, and the maids quickly opened them when the stairway got ready. Taylor and John were in the middle of the queue, and smiled as they finally could breathe fresh air. Japanese fresh air.