Sometimes, things sneak up on you. It's not something you plan, or something you set out to accomplish. It just happens, without warning or fanfare, before you even realize.
You're swept away.
That's what happened with Him. He caught me off-guard, swept me away, and left me standing there gasping and trying to wrap my head around what had just occurred.
This was why I found myself sitting in the small, cramped seat of a Boeing 747, my stomach in knots as I made the next step in our relationship – finally meeting Him face-to-face.
The entire plane trip, I sat there in my seat, fidgeting with the end of my long blue-plaid scarf and tapping my fingernails against the armrest. My mind simply would not stop running in circles, calculating and discarding countless possibilities of what could happen in a matter of hours.
"What if you disappoint Him? What if you're not what he expected? What if...what if...what if...?" The list was endless.
Finally, the captain's voice echoed vaguely through my subconscious mind, alerting the passengers that our destination was a matter of moments away and that we should begin preparing for the decent from the sky to the ground.
My heart started skittering around in my chest like a nervous chipmunk, excited but terrified at the same time. I attempted to gather my things together, but found that my hands were shaking so much that I couldn't even get a solid grip on my iPod. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm my quivering nerves.
Over the next fifteen minutes, the plane sank lower and lower through the clouds and my heart began to calm slightly. By the time we touched down on the tarmac, my hands were still enough to pack my things back into my carry-on bag and prepare to exit the plane.
Thankfully, I had a seat fairly close to the front of the aircraft, so I was able to gather my things together and escape from the plane rather quickly. Once I reached the tunnel, I leaned against the wall and attempted to take stock of my appearance. Reaching up, I attempted to run my fingers through my hair, hoping to tame down the flyaway bits of my dark mane of hair. I reached into my pocket and managed to smear some gloss over my lips, which I knew would absorb into my lips almost immediately due to my extreme nervousness. Assessing my outfit of a black and silver t-shirt, long black sweatpants, and black high-heeled shoes, I sighed with the realization that this was as good as things were going to get.
Swinging my messenger bag lightly over my shoulder, I took a deep breath and stepped from the tunnel into the airport. Without stopping to think, I followed the signs that led from the terminals, not allowing my mind to think about anything except getting out of the crowded clusters of people and to the place where we had set to meet.
After what seemed like ages, I stepped into the wide atrium. My eyes darted from one face to another, seeking the one familiar face that I had just traveled hundreds of miles to find.
Suddenly, he stepped out from behind a column. He wasn't looking at me; he was looking up at the screens where it listed the Arrivals/Departures, eyes scanning the screens lightly.
My heart stopped. The world froze.
I heard my voice say His name. It sounded like a frightened whisper to my own ears, but it must have been louder than I thought because His beautiful brown eyes immediately moved in my direction. He saw me. His eyes widened. I couldn't move. I didn't have to; he moved for us both. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, he had leapt across the floor until he was hardly a foot away from me. I tried to look away, but His eyes were locked into mine. My lips parted and I could hear my heart thudding like a bass drum in my ears.
He slowly reached out His fingers, touching my cheek softly, as if he could not believe that I was really standing in front of Him.
"Sieria."
The one word was a breath, a sigh, a whisper. It broke the spell. I dropped my bags on the floor and threw my arms around His neck, burying my face into the shoulder of His t-shirt. I felt both of us tremble together, like a rehearsed improvisation. His arms were tight around my back, pulling me as close as he could to Himself. Slowly, he drew me away from Him, and looked into my eyes again. His hand slid under my chin as he brought His head down to my level. My mind froze.
He'sgoingtokissme.....
His lips brushed over mine, so lightly that I thought I imagined it at first. My entire body tingled as I felt a rush of warmth flood over me from my lips to my toes and back. Then, His lips fell onto mine, firmly pressing against my own slightly trembling ones. His hand moved to the back of my neck, drawing me in as His tongue slid against my lips, parting them and making its way into my mouth. I felt His tongue massage against mine, and my own tongue instinctively moved against His, matching His movements. My arms moved to encircle His neck, standing on my tiptoes to reach Him better.
I whispered His name against His tongue.
"Declan..."
He drew me closer, moaning softly against my lips as He inhaled the kiss. I wanted this moment to freeze, for the world to keep on moving around us but leaving us to do as we liked if only for the barest of seconds.
Softly, He drew away from me, touching my face again.
"Come away with Me?"
I blushed lightly, and he laughed softly.
"You know I love that shyness of Yours, babygirl. God, I can't..." He stopped with a sigh and a soft whimper. "Let's get out of here." He leaned down and whispered softly into my ear. "The things I want to do to you...I can't do them here. I got us a hotel tonight, love."
Carefully, he reached behind me into my pocket and tugged out my cell phone. With a smile, he turned it off. Handing it back to me, he reached into His own pockets, withdrawing His own phones and shutting them off.
"I want no interruptions tonight. Finally, it's just You and me."
I smiled, and reached out for His hand. He drew His arm around my shoulders, picking up my two small bags from the floor and guiding me out the door.
The next few moments passed in a blur. Suddenly, we were in the cab, moving down the road, merging with all the other cars and traffic on the street. I took a deep breath, noting that my hands were once again shaking, although not so much with fear as with a surge of excitement and a whisper of arousal.
I don't think I spoke two words on the entire drive over. I was so afraid of my tongue forming foolishness or my words adding up to nonsense that I thought it best to hold my words and speak as little as possible until we were at the hotel. My hands were aching to lean over and touch Him, caress Him, kiss Him...but I was beginning to feel the slightest twinges of fear growing in the pit of my stomach.
It seemed to take hours, although it was only the barest of moments. I remember very little between the door of the hotel itself and the door of our room. He opened the door, letting me slip in past Him first before He let the heavy door shut behind us with a thud.
Next thing I knew, I was in His arms. I felt my body shaking against His as I rested my head against His chest. His fingers were running over my hair, tracing lines through my thick, silky locks.
"You're so beautiful, Sieria. It's okay...calm down, love."
Drawing away, He pressed His lips softly against mine, nibbling at my bottom lip softly. Without really thinking, I moaned softly, pressing my hips against His body gently.
Slowly, His hands moved down over my body, caressing every curve lightly with the palms of His hands as if He wanted to memorize my body. His hand slid up under my shirt, lying flat against my stomach and running butterfly-light caresses around my belly button and down around the waistband of my pants.
Without my realizing it, He had begun to walk me backwards into the bedroom. My calves brushed against the right side of the bed; He pressed against me gently, and I found myself sitting down on the edge of the bed. His kisses moved down over to the corner of my mouth, down over my jawline and under my left ear. I heard a soft whimper from somewhere; it took a moment or two before I realized the sound had come from my own mouth.
He moved back up to my ear, whispering softly. "I want to see your body, babe. May I....?"
