Uneventfully

"We should probably get back to our seats," you whisper to Danica as both of you bask in the afterglow, getting dressed and rushing out of the bathroom.

"Can't say I ever thought I'd be joining the Mile High Club John," she teases you as you start to converse with her, saying it loud enough that you're sure the passengers around you can hear.

"Danica..." you chastise her, not wanting her loose lips to spill something you had already vowed wouldn't get out.

"Oh please, they'll forget I even said it by the end of the flight," she teases you again, smiling as she kisses you and rests her head on your shoulder.

The next thing you knew, you were awakened by the sound of the pilot announcing the flight had made it to Chicago, and to the sound of Danica awaking from her nap.

"We're home," Danica says to you as you exit the flight, before correcting herself quickly, "well...I'M home, anyway."

Freudian slip aside, you were both in town on business, so you have to make a split-second decision how to spend your down time before the meetings.