A Successful Breach
As he did so, he shouldered his backpack, and put a pair of aviator sunglasses from his pocket. taking something out of his great jacket pocket, he revealed to clutch a large red button. with his thumb, he pressed it.
Wet Cement, Ch. 15: Lines Blurred
Vfas-212, you are an example for the rest of naval aviation to follow. you might be the best mechanic, sharpest wizo, or the top pilot, but if this is not how you act then it all means nothing."
My sister is possessed.
"i was a naval aviator and an air charter pilot. i don't think you'll be allowed to fly airplanes since you had a heart transplant, plus the military won't allow you in.
Barred: Chapter 3
He reminded nomac of himself when he'd first started college, when he thought "sexy" was a popped collar, aviators, and binge-drinking every weekend with frat brothers...and then _fucking_ said frat-brothers. or _getting_ fucked. tomato, toe-mah-toe.
Aviation Dreams Chapter 1 - The Shop
"Thomas! Time to close up!" At the front of the shop a head lifted from checking the apples for bruises. "Yes sir." it replied, putting down an apple and retracting a clawed hand. Thomas was a dragon, the only one in Norwich. He was Welsh by species,...
Summer Rains
The aviation jacket helped further mask her bust. "next year, you'll find out i'm a cut above the rest. it pays being two years older than the competition." mars told him.
The Crafty Professor
Upon entering, senris saw two anthros in aviation navy uniforms. one, an anthro black panther in a dark green aviation uniform and the other an anthro jackal uniform in a deep black aviation uniform.
Chapter 2: The recovering begins
Covering his blue eyes are aviator style sunglasses. he looks up at the male nurse and gives a sweet smile. "thanks." he says, walking away from the counter, heading towards the elevators.
It Slithers
"it's a true story, fluff," nick said, peering over his aviators at his bunny partner.
Signature
He also found a aviators jacket and a harness in the package. he put them to the side and tossed his old cloths into the washing bin. he took a deep breath before looking at himself in a mirror.
3 Months... (Work In Progress)
His platinum blonde hair was styled into a faux-hawk, and his piercing green eyes gazed back at him through a pair of dark-tinted aviators. the collar of his pressed white dress-shirt hung slightly open, and his black suit was spotless.
Live and let live: A novel: Ch.2
I wisely decide on blue jeans, a white t, matching - white belt, black, cowboy boots, my trade-mark dark brown, leather flight jacket and my brown aviator sunglasses.