Heavy gray clouds covered the sky and rain kept threatening to fall. It'd been a long flight and Alex had one too many cheap drinks, but the nervousness in meeting her finally settled when he got off the airplane and stepped into the frigidness of Michigan's Tri City International. Gasoline and pepper scents hung on the breeze between the plane and boarding ramp mixed with the various perfumes and colognes many of the business travelers wore.
Upon exiting the ramp, Alex slung his laptop over his shoulders and adjusted his coat. Dressed in slacks and a suit coat with a dress shirt and polished leather shoes, he let his hair hang down his back. He'd even bothered to shave, lest he look much older than he really was for someone who was barely thrity three.
Scanning the area, he saw the exit sign. He readied himself with a deep breath, ran a hand through his long blonde hair and set himself moving forward.
Caitlyn would be waiting for him outside at the passenger pickup. He only had a small suitcase to grab before they met for the first time.
She wasn't an internet fling by any means, but a long lost comfort that his soul welcomed. They'd spent plenty of time talking, texting and emailing. She had sent picture messages of her in various states of undress that made him want to do the naughty things he'd texted her with. Dark Mexican skin looked ripe and young just as her face did. She had soft cheekbones, juicy lips that often appeared to be begging for cock to suck. Her eyes were distinct silver ovals that held more wisdom in them than most people his age. Oh and Alex couldn't forget about her plump breasts and the way they looked when pushed together for him when he threatened to give her a pearl necklace.
She was coy, or so she acted, more often leaving him hanging with partial nudes that revealed everything but the parts left for his imagination. Though he had seen her mostly nude, his mind still wondered if she could be any more beautiful.
He'd been rather tired, staying up well into the night to get work done on the next novel before he packed up his laptop and passed out on his desk.
His neck ached from the position he'd slept in. Pushing himself into bed early this morning didn't help. He tossed and turned in bed, excitement keeping him awake most of the night from the thought of finally seeing Caitlyn.
Now his heart pounded loudly against the wall of his chest and blood pumped through his veins, hardening his cock. He didn't want to rush things with her, she needed to get used to meeting people again. He tended to be an exhausting force sometimes even when he didn't mean to.
Racing towards baggage claim through the mill of people and sites, he lengthened his stride as the plethora of people moved out of his path. Reaching the rotating baggage claim area, he waited until he saw his flight number. A moment later and it appeared on the board above one of the machines.
Another moment crawled by. Pressure in his head started to form at the base of his skull. Alex rolled his shoulders, even with the laptop on but the tension wouldn't ease. "Fuck." He saw the car she described as hers out of the window nearby, felt her presence near him. Seconds moved even slower as he watched the turnstile for his suitcase. Laptop banging into his shoulder, he spotted his black suitcase and pushed his way past the moronic crowd standing around where his bag was. Grabbing it, he yanked it back and almost tripped over his feet while bumping into someone else. He nodded a silent apology and continued heading out.
Pulling through the sea of people, he'd raced outside without another thought until he'd bumped into another human. Looking down to swear at them, he was startled when she appeared before him.
"I'm sorry I," his mouth hung open. Caitlyn stood before him wearing only a black trench coat, heels and stockings. He wondered what was beneath the coat, but the chill from the wind made him step back and pull his own coat tighter around himself. California had this type of weather but not in September.
Her multicolored hair looked like a perfect rainbow spilled over both sides of her face and complimented her silver eyes. Dark lipstick emphasized plump lips that were meant for kissing.
Her face still showed no signs of age though he knew she'd been through her share of difficult times. "Baby," he tilted his head and smiled.
Spreading his arms open, he dropped the suitcase and waited a beat.
Her expression changed from annoyed to a cautious smile.
"I'm sorry. I was just so excited about meeting you that I..." Instantly her arms circled around him, gripping him for dear life and knocking the wind out of his lungs at first. Her body was warm against his, tiny yet curvy. He felt her softness through the heavy coat and wanted desperately to strip it off her and devour her, cover her with kisses.
Wrapping his arms around her, he caressed the length of her hair and smoothed it down her back. "Your hair is pretty."
She pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes.
Wind blew past them, the scent of jet fuel and black pepper heavy in the air. The pressure on his head eased. "You're doing it again. I can feel it strongly now."
Her hands went to her sides. "I'll always do it for you."
She was taking negative energy from him to ease his pain. He frowned. "First off, I'd prefer if you didn't stop holding me. I rather like it."
She smiled and reached for his hands. "And next?"
He narrowed his eyes. "You know how I feel about you taking things from me magically."
"Too bad." She smirked.
He frowned harder. "Caitlyn..."
She tugged on his hands, her soft fingers clutching his hand for dear life. "Come on."
Nodding, he picked up his suitcase and followed her to the car. Before she slid into the passenger seat, she tossed him the keys.
He caught them and fingered them in his hands. "What's this, baby?"
"You drive."
He sighed. He remembered how she hated driving. All those people on the roads made her nervous. "Guide me and I'll do just that." Setting his suitcase and laptop into the back of the car, he noted the cinnamon smell that reminded him of Christmas time and Yule. Sliding into the driver's seat, he shut the door and started the car. The heater came on blasting them both with warm air.
"K." She settled her hand on his thigh.
He pulled the car away form the curb and set his hand in hers, stroking her palm with his fingers while he kept one hand on the steering wheel. "I used to drive with one shoe off. Where am I going?"
She pointed in the direction they needed to head and he aimed the car. "Neat."
Alex kept glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. She didn't move much and appeared to be barely breathing. "I hope this place isn't a shit hole."
"It's not."
"Are you okay?" He pulled up to a traffic light.
"I'm fine."
He tugged her hand upwards and slid it into his coat. Placing it over his heart, he waited for her to relax. "Feel that? It's my heart. And it beats for you."
Her smile lit up the car despite the dreary weather outside. "Green light."
Nodding, he set her hand in his back down on his thigh, stepped on the gas and continued the nearly silent drive to the motel where Caitlyn had booked them a room.
Pulling into the parking lot, Alex gave Caitlyn's hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll be right back, okay?"
She nodded and remained in the car.
A few moments later, he'd returned to the car with the keycard in hand to find Caitlyn clutching his laptop.
