She was there, right on his doorstep. She'd appeared out of nowhere, like an angel to save him. He'd been slowly decreasing his sanity, thinking about her. And here she was, a sudden appearance, surprising the hell out of him.
He tried to speak, but she wouldn't let him. She put a finger to his lips and a hand on his chest, pushing him back. He went along with what she did, and she crossed the threshold into his room. When she's finally entered the apartment completely, she whirled around, releasing him. She locked the door, and his eyes drifted down to watch her movements.
He'd only seen pictures of her, through texts and the occasional e-mail. But seeing her in person was shocking. She moved with fluidity and he was instantly aroused at just the sight of her hips moving.
"Kara..."
She sent him a brief look of heat over her shoulder as she threw the deadbolt on his front door and he was silent again. When she was done, she turned back to him and smiled, a tiny lilting of her lips.
"Yes, Chris?"
He cleared his throat. "You... You're here, Kara."
The mischievous smile turned into a full blown grin. "I am. Aren't you glad to see me?"
Chris had no words, nothing to say. He was scared to admit that he was entirely glad to see her. However, Kara took his silence for something bad, and her face fell.
"So you aren't," she said, taking a small step backwards. Her head was down, and her short corn silk blonde hair fell into her face, shadowing it in the dim light.
He reached out and put a finger under her chin, tilting her face up to his. "Kara. I'm so happy you're here. I'm just shocked is all."
Her smile came back, lighting up her bright blue eyes, eyes he hadn't expected to see for another few months. "You aren't mad at me for flying here?"
Chris bent down closer to her, staring right into her. "Of course not. Surprised, yes. You're here in Scotland, in my apartment. Instead of being in your dorm at America."
She shrugged and slowly twined her arms around his neck. "I couldn't take it anymore. I needed you."
It was amazing how well she felt against him, almost perfect. "I need you too," he said quietly.
With that, she crashed her lips to his. They both gasped at the feel of that first kiss, the kiss they've been dreaming of every night in different countries.
"Kara," he groaned, and slid his arms around her waist, picking her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his own torso and he walked backwards through the familiar apartment, still kissing her.
A minute later he felt himself bump against a door, the knob digging into his spine. Kara chuckled, pulling away, nuzzling her face into his neck. He was running out of sanity again, drowning in the strawberry scent of her. If he didn't take her now, within the next ten minutes, he'd be a goner.
"Open the door, idiot," she mumbled against his warm skin. He grinned, so used to the teasing insults she gave. It was amazing to actually hear her say it, her voice husky with emotion, rather then read it through a text.
His hand closed over the bronze doorknob, and he twisted his wrist, supporting her weight underneath his other arm, muscles flexing. She whimpered as the door cracked open. He nudged it with his foot and then he stepped inside, still holding her up.
The bedroom was dark and he stumbled over to the bed, laying her down. He'd meant to rise up, but she grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him down on top of her. He balanced his weight, propping himself up with both hands on either side if her head. She moaned at the feel of him lightly pressed against her.