January 2020.
To say Anya Taylor-Joy and I are close would be an understatement. She was the one who had started the Lodge. Without her, and the encounter we had that day, I probably would have been the only person to ever set foot in the house. If she hadn't made such a specific request with Maisie and Sophie, the connections between girls would not have started to be made, and things wouldn't have escalated to the point of having several dozen girls at the house at one time. I owed her for that, for starters, because the entire thing changed my entire life.
But we were close for reasons beyond that. From the first time we were together, there was a very obvious connection between us. That's why things advanced so fast, but over time it hasn't diminished at all. Anya is away for filming regularly, but whenever she has free time she stays at the Lodge with me. I basically consider my bedroom to be half her's at this point, as several drawers are filled with her things, many outfits are hung up in my closet, and the bathroom is completely stocked with everything she uses for skincare, baths, relaxation etc. She rarely wore makeup outside anything professional, but she kept a stash of that as well. She was the closest thing to a live-in girlfriend she could be while being away.
We always had fun together at the Lodge, as I was something of a homebody, and most of Anya's interests could be fulfilled while staying at the Lodge. We'd watch movies, swim, cook, drink, all that. If we felt the need to stretch our legs we'd go for a hike in the nearby hills through the woods. The most careless and reckless we'd ever been was when we were hiking through the woods and fucked out in the open.
Although everything at the Lodge was well and good, Anya had I had gotten to talking in early December (on the phone unfortunately, as she was away at the time). We discussed how winters in California never really felt like actual winters. No snow, no cold, nothing to really differentiate one season from the next. That was when the question was thrown out, why don't we just go somewhere with those things? It was decided almost instantly.
We both talked about what we wanted. Basically the idea was, what if we could do everything we did at the Lodge, but somewhere with an entire different setting? What would we want? What would we need? We came to an agreement that the ideal place would be someplace isolated in the mountains. There would be snow and scenery. We just needed to find the place. Which I did the next day.
I found a house for rent up in Canada. It ticked off every box we had. Tucked into the mountains, overlooking a big snowy forest valley. It was just a bedroom, a living room, and a kitchen, but it also had a balcony out the back that had a hot tub built into it. There was also a separate whirlpool bathtub. I texted the listing to Anya, who responded immediately with a "YES!" so I booked it.
The only problem was travel. The place was far enough out in the middle of nowhere that not only did we have to take a flight to get close to it, we had to then rent a car and drive for at least a couple hours (if the weather was on our side). Anya was all for it, and so was I. But of course, this trip operating on the same logic as the Lodge itself, we had to take specific precautions for the trip.
I was in line at the airport, alone. Anya and I couldn't arrive together, or wait in line together, or anything like that. LAX was the biggest nest of scummy paparazzi there was. They literally patrolled the terminals at LAX keeping an eye out for famous faces. The 'secret' celebrity entrances were a thing, but even with them, Anya and I didn't want to be seen together at all, unless we were in private. That part was made easier by the fact that Anya and I were meeting on the plane. She was travelling from elsewhere she was working, so she would be landing on a connecting flight, we would get on the same plane, and then when the plane landed we would meet up and stealthily leave together.
Once I had gone through security and made it to my terminal, I looked around for her, but didn't yet see her. I sat in the waiting area with my backpack, and sent her a quick text.
"I'm at the gate. How about you?"
Her response was first a picture. Her face, with her wonderful red lips turned up into a sweet smile. "Landed and we're taxiing to the gate, so I should be there soon."
I sat in my chair anxiously awaiting her arrival. We weren't taking a private plane, so the waiting area began to fill up with people. Both of us were flying first class, and although we were sitting next to each other, we technically weren't supposed to know each other at that point. It was a good excuse to put my acting skills to the test.
Roughly 15 minutes later, I looked up from my phone to see a familiar head of blonde hair that was slightly curled towards the ends. There she was. I allowed myself to look at her as she approached, and I know she was looking at me. Her eyes were locked right on me. But instead of charging at each other and me catching her as she jumped on me like usual, we just looked for a moment. Anya cracked the tiniest smirk before we broke our eye contact.
I put my phone back in my pocket and then looked around. Anya shuffled the bag she had draped over her shoulders and did the same. I quickly remembered that airports are terrible, and realized there were no seats left at our gate. Grabbing my stuff, I quickly stood up. With just the quickest glance, I looked at Anya gestured to my chair.
"Here you go," I said quickly as I started to walk.
"Oh, thanks," Anya said as she walked past me and then sat down where I was. I continued walking and went back into the terminal area. There was plenty of time before boarding, and I knew I'd be too tempted to just sit and stare at her the entire time if I was waiting in the terminal. Instead I walked to one of the shops, and felt my phone vibrate on the way.
Anya: "You're so sweet."
To Anya: "You looked like you needed to sit. Do you want anything from the shop?"
Anya: "Gummy worms."
To Anya: "You got it. See you on the plane."
Anya: *emoji of a pair of kissy lips*
I went to the shop and grabbed a few snacks for the plane and the drive. After killing enough time I went back to the gate, and arrived just as the agent up front was announcing the start of boarding. Of course First Class was the first one announced, so Anya stood up with a few other people and headed up front. Lots of stares as she got up to move, and I couldn't blame them. Despite being dressed down, Anya still looked amazing. She was wearing a casual black long-sleeve shirt that was tucked into a dark blue skirt. Underneath she was wearing a pair of thicker black tights, obviously preparing for the winter we were heading into as opposed to Los Angeles'. She had a thick pair of combat boots tied off, and was also carrying her coat under one arm, the same one she always wore, leather with a thick fur lining.
Anya got in line with the few other First Class passengers, and then I got into the back of the line for that as well, maneuvering past people that were already lining up even though their boarding group hadn't been called yet. I went through the line and boarded the plane, following Anya's golden hair down the jetway behind a few other people.
Upon entering the plane, I was directed to the left through a curtain into the First Class section. I smirked with satisfaction and entered the area. There were first a couple rows of seats that were side by side, and then the single 'pod' seats that gave someone their own little area with a wall separating them further towards the front. Everyone in front of me had already taken their seats, all of them in their own little pods. The spacious side by side seats in the back were seemingly reserved for Anya and I alone.
She was already sitting when I approached, so I just walked up and pointed to the empty seat next to her.
"Sorry, I think that's me," I said.
"Sure," Anya stood up and moved out of the way.
"Unless, you wanted the window?" I asked casually.
"No go ahead," she said it so easily like I was a stranger that I had to remind myself to keep acting like it. I sat down in the seat next to her, and she situated herself back into her seat, then she turned to me just long enough to give me one wink. I rarely blushed, but that probably did it.
We sat in silence while the rest of the plane boarded, pretending we didn't know each other. Anya took out a book and started reading, and I stealthily passed her the back of gummy worms I had bought for her, which she quickly snatched and placed in her purse. I shot her one more text while we waited.
To Anya: I really want to kiss you right now...
Anya: If we weren't on this plane I'd be doing way more than that...
She looked over at me for a split second, watching me read it. When I looked at her back, she raised her eyebrows at me once, and I had to turn away. Anya's expressions could be very suggestive.
We carried on with waiting for the plane to take off in silence. The attendant's came through and checked on us, and we made sure to answer separately and not pay attention to each other to indicate to them we weren't together. Then finally, people stopped moving around as the plane began to taxi. The attendants all went to their area to sit down for takeoff, and I raised my head to take one quick look around and confirmed noone in the moment had a line of sight to us. Clear. I lowered myself back down and then turned to Anya, who understood what I was doing without a word.
We leaned into each other and kissed hard, quietly giving each other an intense makeout for a few seconds. Anya's tongue went into my mouth, and I ran my own along it. She cupped my cheek with one hand and I played with a curl at the end of a strand of hair. The final kiss was hard and needy. Then, as quickly as it happened, we both pulled apart and back into our seats, snapping back to what we were doing before. Anya fluffed her hair with her hands and let out a heavy sigh. She was flustered from having to hold herself back.
The plane took off, and we gave each other one more look to tease, which Anya was phenomenally better at than I was. Once we actually got into the air and leveled out we went back to strictly pretending. Anya put her earbuds in and read while listening to music, and I sat back to watch TV on the screen in front of me.
Soon the attendant came around, offering us food and drinks. I ordered a whiskey, and Anya, after taking out one ear bud, just ordered a water. Of course as soon as the attendant was out of sight after giving us our drinks, Anya casually reached over, took mine, and took a heavy sip. She set it back down without even looking at me, smirking. There was a very obvious lipstick print on my glass. I looked over at her, which she did not acknowledge. What she did do was sneakily slide her hand over into my chair, running her fingers over my thigh and across my cock through my pants.
I didn't take that passively. Anya wanted to tease, I could do that too. I reached over with my left hand, put it on her thigh, then began to run it upward. The material of her tights went all the way up her leg. They were slightly thicker since they were for warmth, but they were still thin enough for Anya to feel it when I put my hand between her legs. She silently bit her lip next to me, looking down where my hand was. I rubbed my fingers over her pussy through the tights, and she took her hand off my cock. Instead, she brought it to my hand and grasped it. At first I thought she'd be moving it away, but then she took her other hand, reached under her skirt, pulled her tights away from her skin, and then pulled my hand inside.
