"I cant believe the day has finally come!" I type excitedly, knowing that hes on the plane and is almost here and probably wont see my messages till hes landed. I'm so anxious and nervous but I know it'll be worth it when i'm holding him at last. I stand at the arrivals gate, ready to play our song as he walks through. I'm flashing back through all of our video calls and messages, feeling the flush of love flood through me. The gate opens and people start filing through, I'm standing on my tiptoes looking for him. Then I catch a glimpse of his hat, the checkered one with ear flaps. I hit play on the song and hold it up. Immediately he spots me and his face splits into that smile I've loved from afar for months. My heart races as he runs to me, picking me up and spinning me around.
"Dean! oh my god, you're really here!" I say breathlessly, my hands on his cheeks as he slowly puts me back on my feet, his arms tightly around my waist, holding me to him.
"I'm really here babygirl" he smiles at me, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. Then he looks deep into my eyes, tips my head up by the chin and lowers his mouth on to mine. He kisses me slowly, deeply, taking my breath away. I moan softly against his lips, relaxing against him. My heart pounds in my chest, matching his heart beat. When he finally moves back a little, I try to catch my breath, still pressed tight to him. Dean chuckles shakily as we stare into each others eyes again, his hand tracing a little pattern on my lower back. "Shall we go?" he says quietly. I nod and he takes my hand, and we collect his suitcase. He leads me out of the airport, our still clasped hands fitting together like they were made to hold each other.
We hail a cab and hop in, snuggling close to each other on the back seat. We talk about his flight from the States and I just keep staring at him, touching his hand, his chest, his face, as if making sure he's really there.
"You're adorable" he laughs, stroking my cheek. I blush a deep red, marvelling at how after all this time, all the talks we've had, he can still make me blush this way.
"No, you are!" I smile and kiss his cheek. He laughs again and my stomach fills with butterflies and joy overtakes my whole body. The car journey is long and Dean is tired from the flight and as I look out of the window he rests his head on my shoulder and falls asleep. I can't help but think how perfect he is, how perfect my life has gotten since I met him online. We talked every day, about everything and it became the highlight of my day very fast. I can still pin point the moment I fell in love with him. I saved every video he sent me, he saved every photo I sent him, I told him things about my past and he didnt judge me, he stayed with me and declared that he'll love me no matter what. He confided in me all the fears and worries and pain he kept locked away and it just made me love him more, harder than before. Before we know it the car pulls up to my apartment building. I gently shake Dean's shoulder to wake him. He looks at me with the sweetest look in his eyes, sleepy and so utterly gorgeous that it takes my breath away.
The evening rolls round and we're cuddled up on the couch after dinner, his arm around my waist, my head on his chest. We're watching a movie but I cant concentrate because I can hear Dean's heartbeat which has sped up, matching mine. He kisses the top of my head, making me blush. I look up at him and he cups my face, kissing me softly. In an instant the movie is forgotten. I sit upright and press against him, deepening the kiss. His arms slide tighter around me, holding me to him, one hand at the back of my neck, tangled in my hair. I'm breathless, the need inside me consuming me completely. I know he can feel the same and it makes it more intense. I straddle him, my legs either side of his waist, his hands slide down to cup my ass, squeezing it, his lips on my neck. I twist my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes, breathing in his scent. Dean runs his hands softly up and down my back, dragging the hem of my t-shirt over my head. His touch on my bare skin elicits a gasp from me and instinctively I grind my hips into his. He moans softly, and I can feel him beginning to get hard through his pyjama bottoms and my shorts.