Not much of the movie was watched on that plane flight as you and Iida enjoyed getting comfortable in each others arms and kissing occasionally.
Iida was most respectful (as you knew he would be) and never placed his hands anywhere on you that could have been deemed inappropriate but at times he almost checked in too frequently, asking if you were still comfortable with what he was doing.
“After all,” he said earnestly, “consent can be withdrawn at any time and I want you to feel comfortable enough to tell me if I overstep any boundaries.”
You responded by sitting up a bit and crashing your lips against his, kissing him deeper than you had before.
“Tenya, I swear you are not human, how can you be so perfect?”
“Y/N, we have had this conversation before. I assure you I am human.”
“Well…” you said deviously, glancing down at his pants then back up to his face, “I know one way to check and see if you are human or not.”
“How so?” he asked, his mind not following yours into the gutter.
You slid your hand slowly down the front of his chest towards his crotch and he blushed the closer you got to his belt.
“Y-Y/N, I… I would rather you not discover the arousal I h—,”
“Nooooo,” you wailed, yanking your hand away, “why do you make it sound so dirty when you use such eloquent words! Say stuff like ‘cock’ and ‘pussy’.”
Iida’s face went bright red and he covered his mouth and nose as he looked away with embarrassment.
“Those… words…” he mumbled into his hand, “please, they are much to vulgar to come from my lips!”
“What if I said them then?” you asked mischievously, leaning back up into his ear and letting a softly whispered moan escape your lips, “Tenya,” you mewled seductively, delighting in how his body shuddered with unbridled excitement underneath you, “why don’t you touch my p—.”
“Y/N!” he gasped, “p-please, I am far too aroused for this to be happening now. I fear I may…” his voice trailed off.
“Cum in your pants?” you deadpanned against his ear.
He nearly died, still blushing furiously as his heart hammered against his chest.
“D-Do excuse me, I need a glass of water,” he mumbled into his hand, gently sitting you back down next to him and quickly exiting the cinema.
You chuckled as he disappeared but then felt like maybe you had overstepped the boundary too much and the cheeky smile on your face faded.
“What if he thinks I’m a whore now and wants to break up with me?” Your intrusive thoughts asked you, making a knot of anxiety ball up in your stomach.
You hung your head with despair and waited for Iida to return, certain that he would come back with the news of wanting to break up with you at how inappropriate you had been.
As soon he re-entered and looked at you he knew something was wrong.
“Y/N?” he asked gently, “what has happened?”
“You don’t want to be with me anymore do you?” you asked in a broken voice, still unable to look up at him.
Iida was shocked- to say the least, and just stared at you with confusion, trying to figure out where you had come up with that idea.
“Was it because I left you, that you felt like I no longer wished to be in a relationship with you?” he asked, gently sitting down beside you and waiting for your reply.
“Well… I was being inappropriate and you probably think I’m a slut or something so…” you stopped there, your eyes now brimming with tears.
“Y/N, there is nothing you could do that would make me love you any less, I have, fortunately… or unfortunately, fallen deeply in love with you and I cannot stop myself from feeling this way. I did not leave to make you feel less loved, I left because the feelings I have for you are very strong and I felt that I would not be able to contain myself should you continue to place your hands on me like that,” he said with a blush, shifting in his seat and adjusting his glasses.
“I shouldn’t have pushed myself onto you like that, I was just having some fun but I took it too far,” you mumbled sadly.
“I… very much enjoyed it…” he uttered in a low tone, “but I do feel we are moving a little fast considering we have only just shared our first kiss.”
“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled, “guess I’m just used to being used like that… I’m sorry…”
“There is absolutely no need for apologies,” he said emphatically, reaching an arm around you and pulling you into his side, “I already know your past. I am here for you as a friend and lover.”
“Why did you have to say lover,” you squeaked with embarrassment, “and why do these words make me squirm when much more vulgar language doesn’t!”
“Eloquent speech reaches the heart where as vulgar speech stretches—,”
“Down to the… ok I’ll stop,” you said, cracking a small smile and wiping your eyes a little.
“Yes, well, yes…” Iida replied, clearing his throat as he adjusted his glasses again.
Just then the flight attended called from the other side of the screen.
“Mister Iida and Miss Y/N, we will be at our destination soon.”
“That was quick?!” you said with surprise, “how long have we been flying for?”
“For plot purposes the flight has been shortened to around 2 hours,” Iida replied with a polite smile.
“I’m sorry a what purpose? Is that some rich people term?” you asked, confused.
“Let’s not discuss this now, I will explain later,” Iida said as he took your hand tenderly in his and stood up, lifting you as well and leading you from the cinema and back to the seats at the table to buckle up and prepare for landing.
You buckled yourself in and waited, wondering where Iida was going to take you once you had landed in France.
“We will, first, visit a well known furniture place in France,” Iida said with an excited look on his face, “I am sure you have heard of them before- Ligne Roset?”
“Uh. No.” you deadpanned.
“But they are the top line of luxury, Y/N,” Iida replied in a baffled voice, “how have you not heard of such exquisite furniture?”
“Because I shop at Walmart,” you said with a laugh, “they have chairs with 3 legs there sometimes- because someone has knocked off the forth one, but it’s on sale so why not buy it and deal with falling off later?”
Iida stared blankly at you.