Santi watched from the chopper as the roof fell away.  She felt her tummy give a small lurch, and somewhere inside her she felt a tiny bit of excitement that had very little to do with everything that had just happened.  This was her first time riding any kind of aircraft --- that she knew of, at least --- and since the sides of the thing were open it wasn't hard to imagine falling out.<br/><br/>For that reason, when Baldie called back that they should fasten their seatbelts, she didn't disagree.  While they had apparently managed to flee the immediate threat without the enemy knowing what the hell was going on, she had a feeling someone willing to send that many armed men after two people would be willing to send more.  She had a feeling that she wouldn't be going back to her friends in the derelict building again, and she hoped they would be all right without her...<br/><br/>Suddenly, even as she was looking around for the seatbelt, it was as though the belt found<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>.  Something wrapped itself around her upper body, pinning her arms to her sides, leaving her startled and rigid and holding a gun pointed down to each side.  It took her a couple seconds to realize that it was Tim, by his warmth and his voice and his... mouth.  His mouth was pressed to her cheek, kissing her, showing the gratitude he was voicing... gratitude for saving his psychotic girlfriend's life.<br/><br/>It took Santi quite a bit less than a couple of seconds to remember what that mouth could do, though.  She squirmed worriedly, trying to shy away from it with her head at least, but he followed, smooching dangerously close to her face as he expressed his gratitude and regret for his actions earlier.  It was all she could do not to scream at the emotions that were welling up, and yet... yet...<br/><br/>She was aware that he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>her again, if he wanted her.  Her arms were pinned down, the guns held at too awkward an angle to aim at him.  Oh, sure, Baldie would undoubtedly react, but still... she had completely left herself vulnerable, and if he wanted to Tim could make her pay for it.  She would have to be more careful in the future... even though part of her was, as usual, a little excited at the prospect, particularly considering what she now knew about herself, and about him.<br/><br/>"Tim," she managed at length, loudly enough for him to hear her (she hoped), "I<span style="font-style: italic">like</span>being restrained, but<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>isn't a good time."  She swallowed.  "F-forget it.  I did what I had to.  And... and... I<span style="font-style: italic">doubt </span>I'm your sister, no offense..." she hesitated, trying to stare at his mouth.  It ellicited such strange feelings inside her...<br/><br/>"Um, Just... don't ever<span style="font-style: italic">eat</span>me again," she managed, before licking her lips and correcting, "not permanently, anyw... uh... no, just don't."<br/><br/>What was she<span style="font-style: italic">saying?!</span>It didn't matter if she<span style="font-style: italic">healed</span>, or if Tim could bring her back up at any moment as he had proven back in the apartment.  Yes, it had been an incredibly intense orgasmic experience... but it had been<span style="font-style: italic">death</span>if not for Baldie's arrival.  Even if she<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>heal incredibly fast, suffocation was something she knew --- from breath play experiences --- was still a real threat to her.<br/><br/>"Never again," she whispered, her tone unpleasantly lacking conviction.  "T-Tim... let go of me, please?  So we can buckle up... um, and make sure<span style="font-style: italic">she's</span>buckled up, too..."<br/><br/>You never knew, but it could be a bumpy ride.