Editor's Note:
Every story stems from the vision of the author, whether by pure imagination, actual experiences, or a hope of what is to come. This story is a tribute to a woman who has become a great inspiration to me, and what I hope will become a long fulfilling relationship.
A special thanks to sunny55235 for her great support and encouragement, and for being that much needed editor.
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Part 1: The Airport
He'd been waiting there for a while now, thirty minutes to be exact. He checked the clock on the wall and it just didn't appear to be moving fast enough; a glance at his phone verified that he still had more ten minutes to wait. Impatient and restless, he walked back over to the Arrivals board to check the flight status again: flight number 1692 was still on time. He started to wonder if his movements and apparent nervousness were causing concern for the security guards around him. A few people had already taken notice, but hadn't said anything yet.
He was not your average Joe. Long dark-brown hair flowed down his back, usually tied up with bands down the entire length, but not today. He got the big dark eyes and eyebrows from the Italian side of his family. Adorning the worn look of his face was a well trimmed mustache and goatee. He wore a simple black t-shirt with no markings or logos, and a pair of black jeans. It had been raining most of the day, so his long black trench still draped from his shoulders down past his knees. His boots were simple black riding boots, nothing special. He wasn't much of a flashy person, more of a minimalist.
Nearby, an elderly couple was sitting on some plastic chairs the guards had brought out for them. There was nothing exceptional about them: the man wore a standard issue white dress shirt and a pair of brown slacks, holding his derby in his lap. The woman had on a blue sun dress with yellow flowers and a wide-brimmed hat with some orange flowers on it. He could hear the old man occasionally grumble about the wait, the hard plastic and how there had been too much pepper on his dinner.
A young woman was also waiting there with her infant child. The child was sleeping soundly in his mother's arms and seemed peaceful enough, but she had a more distressed look on her face. He guessed that perhaps it was a rough day in New Mommy Land. She had on worn, loose blue jeans and a grey t-shirt with some college logo on it, and her hair was tied up behind her head. He had heard her telling one of the guards earlier that the white lump on her shoulder was her three-month old, Jacob.
Another glance at the clock: finally, 10:32. He walked down the hall a bit so he could stare out onto the tarmac to see if the plane had landed. But there was nothing out there moving just yet. He watched three jets taxi pass the terminal before seeing one turn in his direction. Was this it? He couldn't see the identification markers on the tail to see if it was the right carrier. His heart started beating harder and he took a long deep breath as he watched it turn into Gate 5. It's her. This was it.
Despite all the moving about he'd done earlier, he suddenly was unable to move from that spot. What should he say? Should he stay put until she came to him, or should he run up and embrace her? Would a hug suffice, or will she be expecting a kiss? What kind of kiss? A peck on the cheek? Long and passionate?
He turned back towards the doorway and slowly walked forward. His eyes got big, and his mouth dry. His senses awakened to an acute degree. He felt a slight breeze coming from the vents above his head. He could smell various aromas from the restaurant down the corridor and even that new baby smell on the infant. The hair on his arm stood on end. What was happening to him? Over the past two decades he had met various dignitaries, sports figures, and actors. He had walked alone in crime-ridden neighborhoods and been shot at on occasion. He'd been on stage, addressed hundreds of spectators and been on TV. But he had never felt as nervous as he did now.
There she was. There was no mistaking it, he had seen the pictures and had committed every little detail to memory: the even tan complexion, her dark brown and perfectly oval eyes, the slightly thin upper lip complimented by the puff in her lower lip, the high cheeks and square chin. All perfectly encased by the thick chestnut hair that waved its way down to her shoulders before curling even more as it reached the ends. She was wearing a loosely-fit black blouse with a wide neck line that showed most of her smooth round shoulders. The material covered, but could not hide the size and roundness of her breasts. Her arms flowed seamlessly into elegant hands accented by a ring on her right thumb. Her jeans were snuggly fit around her waist, showing the subtle curve of her hips and legs. Suddenly he was glad his mouth had dried out, otherwise he'd be drooling like a fool by now. Here in his presence he became disappointed with the pictures he had: they served her no justice.
"Hi." It was all he could get out as she slowed down and stopped in front of him.
She replied with a simple "Hi, yourself"
"You look absolutely amazing." Dazed, he reached out and stroked her hair before pushing it behind her ear. Then leaning over as though he were being drawn into her, he began to softly plant a kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes, reached her arms under his jacket and around his body, and pulled him in closer. They remained together, joined in that warm and passionate embrace. Time had stopped. Consumed by each other's presence, every other thought and distraction was wiped from their conscious minds.
As their lips pressed against each others', trying to pull the other in and their tongues danced around together in circles, it was almost as if she was melting into him, and he into her. In the throws of this passionate love-making he thought, "What beast in me has she awoken that is consumed, content, yet still yearns for more?"
He was aware of nothing beyond their embrace. He admired every detail from the feel of her hair in his hands, to the soft texture of her skin when their noses touched, to the moist warmth of her lips as he kissed and nibbled. He could hear her breathing and feel her chest press into him with every inhale. It wasn't until a guard had grabbed his shoulder, shouting, "Excuse me, sir!" that he was brought back to this reality.
Nearly out of breath and slightly dazed, he slowly turned about to see an airport employee trying to drive a golf cart past him with the elderly couple situated on the back. He heard the sounds of the horn, and began to hear the commotion around him. Many people were now staring at the still embraced couple. How long had they been there?
He casually stepped aside, letting the vehicle pass with an arm still around this beautiful ball of fire. Gazing down with a near wild look in his eyes, he could still hardly believe that she was really here in his presence after all this time. Leaning down and moving his lips to her ear, softly and urgently he said, "I think we should be going somewhere else now." He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and began to nibble on it. Feeling his warm breath blow down her neck and across her shoulders, she could only let out a quiet moan.
Luckily, she only had a carry-on case with her. Both of them knew they would not be able to control themselves much longer. With purpose and a single swift movement he grabbed her hand and her luggage and headed for the exit.
They walked through the airport terminal, hand in hand and hearts still beating fast from their first kiss. Both minds were racing with anticipation of their time together for the next few days.
He glanced down at her as the walked and still wondered how this had come to pass. Two months earlier they had barely known each other, and then a small comment on her MySpace page led to a few emails that quickly led to endless hours on the phone. Night after night they talked until the sun came up, sharing their struggles and strengths of being single parents. He thought it an odd coincidence that their children were roughly the same age and temperament. Kia and Raffael even were struggling with some of the same problems at school. The couple had many of the same interests, from music to motorcycles to family values. Despite the resolve that he'd never find a suitable partner, here he was walking through the terminal with the woman he had come to know would be his soul mate.
Her breathing was starting to slow down but her face was still flushed and hot with passion. The nervousness she felt during the flight had been replaced by an equally strong feeling of excitement.
She was very hesitant to fly out here to spend the weekend with someone who, until now, she only knew as a voice on the other end of the phone and a few pictures from his profile. Even though she had felt such an amazing connection, the invitation was still a battle to accept. So much of her wanted to go spend time with this man that touched her in so many ways. He seemed to understand so many of the things that frustrated her: he knew what it was like to balance work with raising a child alone, and still trying to have some semblance of a social life. He was honest and mature, but still spontaneous and had a wild side. She craved excitement, but until now had always found it in the wrong type of man.
He stepped on the escalator ahead of her so they could descend to the tunnel that would take them to the garage. As she stepped on, he turned to look at her, now face to face with his eyes all glossed over.
"I'm still coming to grips with the fact that you really are here in front of me. It's like something out of a storybook and I couldn't be happier."
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. One soft kiss after another, lips touching then pulling back just out of reach before coming back in for another. Her hands reached up to either side of his face, fingers diving in under his long mane. His right arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. Overwhelmed with such a mix of emotions, neither was mindful of the approaching end of the stairs. When the platform he was standing on began to slide under the floor and his heel caught on the metal plate, he was stirred from his daze and instinctively squeezed her tighter. Not quite aware of the reason for his more urgent grasp, she felt some of her weight fall to him. There was no regaining balance now. The intertwined couple, unable to break apart, fell to the floor with a thud.
He grunted when his head hit the floor, then opened his eyes and blinked a few times. He had a confused look on his face as he stared at her. As if in a dream, stars danced around her face.
As the realization of what had happened hit them, they both burst into a fit of laughter. Fortunately there was no one behind them, for as they lay there, laughter subsiding, she did not climb off him immediately but instead grabbed his wrists, pinning him down.
"I kinda like this position," she said, then leaned down and kissed him again.
"I've got no complaints either, but maybe we should get out of the way before we cause a pile up."
"I suppose," she said with a sigh. She kissed him again before slowly getting up and helping him to his feet. He turned his head to the side, cracked his neck, and blinked a few times, still feeling a twinge of pain in the back of his head.
"You going to be able to walk in straight line, Hun?"
"I'll be fine so long as I'm following you, Babe."
