Welcome Home

I'm home. Finally, after months abroad, we're in the same city again. My heart is pounding, my legs can't stay still. It feels like an eternity before I can file off the plane.

 

I snatch my heels off and hurriedly follow the arrows to baggage claim. I search for his face in the crowd. Everything is a blur of color and anticipation. My breath catches. We kiss.

 

I am complete again. I savor his scent, his taste, his touch as I wrap my legs around his waist.

 

We barely make it to the car before he rips my clothes off. Hastily, we release the tension of our time apart. Reunited at last and it feels so good.