My baby was coming home tonight, and lately, I hadn't done anything spontaneous and romantic. My brain was shot from working a lot, but now that the weekend was here, things were going to be different this time.
I'd gotten a few things from the store to help make tonight one of his best nights. And I'd just finished cooking dinner, so I wrapped it up and set it in the warmer. I had to head out to the airport to get him, so I left right away!
The whole drive was exciting, millions of thoughts running through my head! I hadn't seen him in months and I'd know he'd be very happy to see me. I finally arrived at the airport and parked, walking into the terminal. I walked around for a bit, looking for Gate 29. I eventually found it, and no one had come out yet. I stood patiently, waiting for the door to open. And then I began to smile as the PA announced that the plane had just landed in the gate, and that the passengers would be out shortly.
The door finally opened and it took seconds before our eyes locked. I locked onto him like we were magnets, my body instantly stuck to his as he held me close. I let out an excited yelp as he kissed me. I couldn't hear any outside sounds, just music in my head. He put me down on my feet, unlocking lips very slowly.
"Hey babe." He said, smiling.
"Hey to you. I'm so glad to see you!"
"I could see that...you hopped 10 feet in the air...luckily I caught you before you went through the ceiling!" he joked. I lightly punched his arm, blushing.
"Brian...I did not jump that high! I can't help it if I couldn't wait to see you!"
"Its okay babe, I like it. I love it. I love you." He said, hugging me. I giggled, absolutely loving the way he held me.
"I love you too." I said and he kissed me again. "I have dinner waiting, let's go."
We got out of the terminal and I started walking ahead of him. When I noticed that, I turned to look at him. He was smiling, giving me that, 'I'm going to tear you up when we get home' look. I gave him a sexy grin, my body fluttering and my mind exploding with new thoughts. And now that I think of it, dinner can wait! We got to the car and put his stuff in the back, and just as I let the trunk down, his arms wrapped around me.
"Damn baby...you smell so good...you're trying to kill me!"
"Oh no baby, I would never try to do that! I always wear this..."
"And that would explain why you never got outside of the house..." he said, kissing my neck. Letting out a little sigh, I thought about how true that was. I never really noticed that he really liked my perfume...but I really never do leave the house, let alone the bedroom... "And once we do get home, you won't see much of it then either..."
"Ah, sounds good. Sounds really good!" I gasped, now aching inside. He took the keys and we got in the car, basically flying back to the house. Thank god the police didn't spot us.
He pulled into the driveway, and we brought his stuff inside. I made my way into the kitchen, turning the warmer off and pulling the food out, just in case dinner would come first. And just as I walked back into the bedroom, I found that not to be the case...