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Tower 2 hated Plane 2 with all her might. Her family was still grieving from when Tower 1 was killed by Plane 1, Plane 2’s fuck buddy, which Plane 2 insists isnt a gay thing.  Plane 2 tried hard to convince her that Plane 1 was innocent and he'd never do such a thing but the evidence was overwhelming. She had cut him and all his friends off after the court case, not wanting to be near anyone who defended her brother's killer. Plane 2 had tried everything to win her back, but she pushed him away. 

One day, an unknown number texted her. ‘I heard the news, you okay? -P’ it read. It was the pentagon, her ex. 

They had broken it off on okay terms but he was always a bit controlling. ‘I'm fine, thanks :)’ she sent back. 

He responded lighting quick like usual. ‘Want to meet up sometime? You shouldnt be alone at a time like this’ he offered. 

She thought for a moment, was he trying to take advantage of my grieving to get back with me? She thought worriedly. 

Fuck it. ‘I'd love to :) Does the usual cafe at 9 work?’ Before they had broken up they used to visit a cafe not far from her house, she ended up breaking up with him there. 

wanting to have one last memory in that cafe before the thought of going there alone made her feel sick. ‘I'll see you then’ came the reply. 

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 She expected him not to show but there he was, right on time like usual. She waved him over to the booth she was sitting in and he smiled, making his way over. “It's been a while, have you ordered yet?” he asked. She nodded “I ordered for you too, assuming your order didn't change” she smiled. 

The waiter that took her order came over with 2 cups, one in each hand and set them on the table. “Enjoy!” she chirped, walking back to the kitchen. They each pick up their respective drink, clinking the cups together in a silly toast. 

They each took a long sip, too scared to start the conversation. “So, hows the family holding up?” The Pentagon asked softly. Tower 2’s smile faltered “not so great… everyones been a bit tense and i'm really glad to be out of the house” she told him truthfully.

 Her parents had been grieving for a while, neglecting her and the household duties. She had been the only one cooking and cleaning while her parents cried and slept.

 She felt bad for them of course but her brother would have wanted them to stay strong and take care of themselves. “Well, you could always come stay at my place” The Pentagon offered. 

Tower 2 almost dropped her drink at the suggestion. “Thats very kind of you but i need to take care of my parents. She looked uncomfortably at the door which had just closed. 

The sound of the bell rang out, signaling someone had walked in. “Oh cmon, their grown adults they can take care of themselves” he pressed, reaching out and resting his hand over hers. 

She knew she shouldn't have trusted him, he was trying to get them back together and she wasn't having it. She yanked her hand back “i think i need to leave” she replied curtly, taking one last sip from her mug. “Oh cmon, you said yourself that you needed to be out the house” he urged, shifting closer to her. 

She stood up, slamming her cup onto the table. “Thanks for nothing, jerk, my brother died and you're trying to get in my pants” she hissed. Shuffling out the booth to leave. 

The Pentagon was faster, he shot up and grabbed her arm “cmon baby you don't mean that, i just want you to feel okay” he pleaded, tightening his grip. 

She struggled against him, he was stronger than she remembered “let me go. Now.” she commanded, pulling her arm harder. 

The person in the booth behind them stood up and grabbed The Pentagons arm. “Hey, she said to let her go” the man said angrily. It was Plane 2. “Stay out of this” The pentagon shot back. 

Plane 2 decided he had enough and punched The pentagon, which sent him stumbling back into his seat. His grip on Tower 2 loosened and she pulled away. “Don't tell me what to do, asshole” Plane 2 seethed, kicking him farther into the booth. 

Tower 2 watched them, slightly stunned. Plane 2 turned to her “are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asked softly. She shook her head, staring dumbly at him. “I.. I need to go” she mumbled. Without waiting for a response she sprinted out of the shop. 

Plane 2 had followed her out “wait!! Tower 2 wait!!” he called after her. She slowed her pace to a speedwalk. She didn't want to talk to him but he had just defended her, and it made her stomach flutter a little. 

He caught up to her, walking in tempo with her fast pace “Hey, i just wanted to say i'm sorry” he started. He really didn't think that Plane 1 would have done anything to Tower 1. 

The 3 of them and Plane 3 were best friends, practically inseparable. But when Tower 1 found out about the friends with benefits situation between the 3 Planes he had yelled at them in disgust.  

Plane 1 had tried to de-escalate the situation and even offered Tower 1 to join which only made him more mad. Plane 1 had killed Tower 1 out of fear he would tell everyone. 

Tower 2 stopped “sorry for what exactly?” she turned to him “Sorry for stalking me in the cafe? Sorry for beating up my shitty ex? Sorry for your boy toy killing my brother” she spat. 
Plane 2 flinched at her harsh words. But she was right. “Yes, I am, I really truly am sorry for everything.” He confessed. 

Tower 2 stared at him, she didn't think he would agree with her. “Let me make it up to you” Plane 2 murmured, fidgeting with his fingers. She raised an eyebrow at him “and how are you gonna do that?” she asked intrigued. 

Plane 2 looked at her sincerely “let me take you on a date” he asked hopefully. “A date???” she sputtered, face flushing. Plane 2 nodded, fidgeting with his sleeve cuffs. “Just one, i'll pay for everything just let me make this right” he pleaded. 

She sighed, two dates in one day? And with the people she despised. “Fine, but don't get any ideas,” she agreed. Plane 2 smiled widely “perfect!! I'll pick you up, does seven work?” he asked cheerfully. 

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It was almost seven. Tower 2 wore a light pink dress that cut off at her knees. She had long white socks and pink mary janes to match. 

As promised, Plane 2 had arrived at exactly seven pm. He wore a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt complete with a black tie. Tower 2 couldn't lie, he looked very nice. “Ready to go?” He smiled at her. She melted a little at his soft expression.

 ‘No! Hes the bad guy, no feelings’ she scolded herself. “Ready as ill ever be” she responded, letting him link thier arms and walk out to his car. 

He drove them to a very nice looking restaurant. She was shocked when they pulled up to the building. A valet took his car and they walked inside. 

The ceiling was tall with large chandeliers illuminating the place in a soft glow. Plane 2 checked them in and a waiter showed them to their table. “This place is so nice” she murmured. Plane 2 smiled. “Only the best for you” he shot back playfully. 

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Tower 2 and her date now sat on a park bench, each holding an icecream cone. Their dinner date was lighthearted and romantic. They chatted over their food and overall had a good time.

The busy setting of the restaurant had worn them both down so they went for ice cream. “I never thought you’d be the type to like mint ice cream” Tower 2 teased. She had picked rocky road on a waffle cone. “And i never thought you’d be the type to date a McDonalds worker” he shot back playfully. 

Tower 2 giggled. The evening had been lovely and she had the best time she's had in months. Plane 2 had been staring at her all evening but she pretended not to notice. 

She felt brave this time though. “You’ve been staring at me all night? Is there something on my face?” She asked teasingly, her face growing a little more red. 

He stared at her for a moment longer before responding “You just look so stunning tonight” he sighed lovingly. His face flushed slightly at the confession. 

She turned away “you don’t look bad yourself” she mumbled into her ice cream. Plane 2 reached out, taking her chin gently in his hands and turning her face towards him. “Can i…?” he asked softly. 

Tower 2 nodded. She grabbed his shirt and smashed their lips together. It was sweet and intimate. They kissed passionately, doing their best not to spill their ice cream. Plane 2 broke the kiss, panting for air. “My place?” he asked suggestively. Tower 2 nodded, pulling him in for another, more filthy kiss.

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The ride back to Plane 2's house was full of sexual tension and lust. Tower 2 could hardly keep her hands off him for more than a few minutes at a time, only managing to keep her hands to herself when they started to swerve from plane 2, not paying attention to the road. 

They fumbled their way up the stairs to plane 2's apartment. Bumping into things and pushing each other against every wall for a kiss. They make it to his room, hastily shutting and locking the door. Plane 2 lived alone, but it was a force of habit for both of them. Plane 2 slowly pushed Tower 2 back onto his bed, his hands roaming up her thighs under her soft pink dress. 

He paused just at the hem of her panties, a silent question. Tower 2 answered with a quick nod and a firm kiss, licking into his mouth eagerly. He slipped off her undergarments and tossed them aside, fumbling with his belt in the process. She laughed a little and helped him, hands roaming up his sides when he managed to get his pants off, leaving him in blue boxers, which tower two took off herself, as a bit of a fair trade. 

He sat there, hovering over her. They gazed at each other for a moment, neither moving, just taking the moment in. Plane 2 moved first, reaching over for his nightstand and fishing out a singular condom and a small container of lube. He prepped himself quickly, his erection straining even harder as he rolled the condom over it. He returned to tower 2 with the lube, fully set on making her feel good. 

Her brother had still died so soon, he was gonna give her the best time of her life. She would have forgotten the Pentagon's name by the time the night was over.

He quickly slicked up two fingers, rubbing them ever so slightly against her lips, catching on her hole and slowly pushing in. It wasn't too hard; she was already soaking. A bit of pride swelled in his chest, and he began to move. He pumped his fingers at a slow but steady rhythm, scissoring his fingers ever so slightly for that stretch. 

Tower 2 whimpered as he thrust, moving her hips down to meet his fingers. "Gimme another," she gasped, wiggling so he hit that sweet spot. He obliged, and she cried out at the stretch. His fingers were so big. "need- ah- need you in me," she whined as he sped up. Tonight, it was about her. How could he say no? 

He drew out his fingers slowly and used his other hand to line himself up, pushing in without much resistance. They both shuddered and gasped as he pushed in further. Plane 2 bent over her momentarily, catching his breath. he waited patiently for tower 2 to make the first move. So when she started moving her hips in a slow grind, he took that as the signal to start thrusting. 

The feel of Tower 2's soft pink dress against his skin was perfect. She had a slight grip on his tie with one hand, the other tangled in his hair. The sweet noises she made as he moved inside her. It was everything. He moved around, trying new angles and bending her until he hit that sweet spot that made her cry. "Ah- faster, please!" she moaned obscenely, and he did just that, not wanting to ruin her moment. 

He, too, was reaching his peak, especially listening to the sweet noises she was making as he pistoned his hips faster. Her pussy clenching a vice grip on his cock as she came closer to her orgasm. "Don't stop, I'm so close," she gasped out between thrusts. 

The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, their clothes that they hadn't shed in the haze and rush of their passion clung to their skin. Plane 2 attempted to alleviate it by pushing her dress up further, running his hands over the expanse of her petite frame and perfect body, earning him a tug on his hair that had him seeing stars. 

Tower 2's legs began to shake as she reached her climax, clamping down on plane two abruptly and sending him over the edge as well. he graciously fucked her through it until she pushed at him to stop. He slowly slid out, taking off the condom and tossing it in the trash. He laid his head over her chest, relishing in the sweet afterglow. Tower 2's grip on his hair had softened, and she now petted it lightly. "We should shower," she said lightly.

He chuckled. They really should. They were both sweaty and still dressed from the waist up. "Let's go, sugar, I'll clean you up real good, don't you worry," he assured her lightly, a smile creeping onto his face. "I'll hold you to that," she shot back. 

The rest of the night went on smoothly, the Pentagon or the tragedy of Tower 1 never crossing their minds. 

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she wasn't expecting him to be so forceful with it when she decided to bang THE plane 2, but she wasn't complaining. His landing gear was all up in her 83rd story, and it felt good. the pace he set made her windows shatter as he pounded ruthlessly. His jet engines whirred louder as he pushed harder, windows cracking as he went. 

he drew up his landing gear before thrusting it back in a final time. Plane 2 was panting, but Tower 2 still wasn't satisfied, which he quickly realized. He pulled out and shocked his cockpit back in, going to town once again, but now with a mission to make her support beams give way. Once he found upper management, it was all over, and find upper management he did. 

Her support beams shook in protest to the onslaught of her 83rd story. They gave way more and more with each pass of the cockpit glass as plane 2 was set on its mission. He would never leave a lady waiting, no matter how long it took. 

After a particularly harsh pass, her support beams finally gave out, and smoke filled the sky. The second plane managed to tap the second tower, and he couldn't be happier