Author's Note:
Sorry this one took so long to get out. it will be slow going from here on out. I know where the story is going, but everything is new from this point on, and I find myself with limited time available to write. I do intend to finish. I'm only anticipating 2 or 3 more chapters and an epilogue.
He stood in the airport, waiting for her arrival. He had been waiting for this moment for twelve years. He remembered the time he had chased across the city of Paris, desperately trying to make it to the airport before she flew away, only to get there when it was too late.
And now he was at an airport once again, only this time he was waiting for her arrival, an arrival anticipated for a long time.
She was, finally, coming
for
him. It was a moment he had hoped for ever since that night of her homecoming dance, although for most of that time it was a goal he felt would never be achieved. But it was finally happening, and he could hardly stand the anticipation. She would be his for three straight nights.
He knew these would be the best three days of his life, spending his days at the grand opening of his own restaurant and his nights in bed with the most incredible woman he had ever met.
He watched as she finally walked out from the secured area of the airport.
God, she looked fantastic, wearing a tank top that left several inches of exposed midriff above a pair of light blue yoga pants that left little to the imagination. She began scanning the area, searching for him. When she finally spotted him, her whole face lit up in excitement and she immediately ran to him.
Just as she was about to wrap her arms around him, he stopped her.
"I don't think that's such a great idea here in public," he said to her, aware of how intense physical contact between the two of them could be.
She smiled at him.
"Don't worry," she said, moving closer to him and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. "I understand how to control it now. I can wait until we are in private to unleash that incredible feeling."
He leaned down and kissed her, deeply and passionately, enjoying the feeling of her skin against his. She was right, he didn't feel any of the swirling energy flow that had caused them to have so much pleasure the one time they'd been together. But even without that, kissing her was extraordinary. Her body felt so good pressed into his.
"God I've missed you," he said to her, breaking off the kiss.
"And I you," she said, kissing him again, her tongue demanding entrance into his mouth.
Mmmm, damn it felt so good to have her tongue touching his like that. But he also noticed there were people noticing the display of affection being a little too much for the general public at an airport. Against his will, he once again broke off the kiss, instead taking her hand in his.
"C'mon," he said, "let's get your luggage before we get arrested for public indecency."
"That wasn't really that close to public indecency," she protested.
"But what it made me want to do to you certainly would have been," he replied with a smile.
She smiled back.
God she looked good when she smiled like that!
They walked, hand in hand to the appropriate carousel and began waiting for her suitcase to arrive.
"So," she asked, "you ready for the big grand opening tomorrow?"
He shrugged.
"Pretty much," he said, "although we won't know what we missed until tomorrow."
"Do you need to go back there now?"
He shrugged again.
"Probably," he replied, "but I have full confidence in my team. They've been told to handle anything but extreme emergencies until I get back tomorrow morning. I trust them to be okay with that."
"Why," she asked, chuckling, "do you have some other plans for tonight?"
Of course, they both knew
exactly
what was planned for the evening, but it was no fun if she couldn't tease him.
"Of course," he said, teasing right back, "I can't miss the Mets game tonight."
She smiled at him.
He leaned down to kiss her again.
He had really enjoyed all the time they had spent together inside the realm of consciousness over the last several months. She and Jaleh had taught him so much about how to be a better person, but at any point in that journey he would have traded all of it to be able to kiss her like this.
But once again he had to break off the kiss to keep himself from ravaging her right there in front of the baggage carousel.
Once they had her suitcase, he led her to where his car was parked, loaded the bag into the trunk and helped her into the passenger seat.
When he got into the car himself, he reached across and cupped her face with his left hand, turning it towards him and kissing her again. This time it was
his
tongue that was the aggressor as he made out with her.
He let his hand slip down to cup her breast through her tank top.
"mmmm, goddd," she moaned into his mouth. She was still not letting them experience any of the intense flow of energy between them, but it didn't prevent either of them from thoroughly enjoying the contact.
He
needed
more. He moved his hand down onto her bare midriff and then back up, inside her tank top and onto her bare breast.
"Ooooh, fuck yesss," she hissed as he tweaked her nipple in his fingers, his tongue probing deep inside her mouth.
He was practically bursting at the seams of his pants, as hard as he could ever remember being in his entire life. He was seriously considering throwing all caution to the wind and taking her, right there in the parking garage.
But then it was her turn to break off the kiss and extract his hand from inside her tank top.
"Not yet," she said, sensing what he was thinking of doing even though they had agreed not to enter each other's minds without permission. "I'm hungry."
"Me too," he said. "I don't think I've ever been hungrier."
"That isn't the hunger I was referring to. I need actual food. Take me to get some dinner."
