<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Plane<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Maybe..." He said with a wide smile on his face now. "But for such a thing, maybe I don't want it to be told when it could be... shown to me." He edged closer to her, he could sense the temperature between them rise despite the air conditioning on the plan. He really didn't think she'd be his wife... his parents wouldn't allow it without a very thorough background check... threats to not let him inherit anything if he didn't listen to them, a whole mess that he didn't want to consider, he wanted a wife that he could get along with, not someone who had a perfect record like how his family wanted it. "Maybe, from what I can see I don't mind spending the rest of my life with you."<br/><br/>He watched her blush as she mentioned that she wanted to be part of the mile high club. "Mhmm, a club I've yet to join in myself. What do you say we give it a try?" He said as he stood up before helping her to stand up as well. There were private rooms on the plane, he knew of these but why do it on a boring bed when there was something more fun. "Bathroom?" He asked her with a whisper into her ear.