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Two years of our married life ought to be the happiest period of my life with John. Working for rival IT firms in the San Francisco Bay Area, California, we chased a unanimous ambition -- make wealth and settle down soon. Weekdays pulled us apart; his mind was tangled in code and deadlines and mine was rushing behind recruiting the right candidates.
Being an HR, I understood his demanding profile. With the advent of AI and Data Science, John's schedule turned even hectic. But weekends belonged to us. We sank into each other's arms, letting our work world fade as we lost ourselves in laughter, movies, Korean dramas, K-pop dancing, and 'the nights' where our bodies spoke what words couldn't. Our exciting sex life had everything, we were kind of orthodox. We even tried many roleplays, but oral stuff was not in our bucket list. Still that restriction could not stop us from being wild in bed. Our weekend sessions', the impact, our scent would last long till the next week.
That night, I stood in our cozy kitchen. We liked light music in the background. Draining noodles into a colander, I watched the steam curling around my wrists.
From last night John was convincing me. "I'm doing all this for us, Cat." You read it right, 'Cat' his pet name for me. I allowed no one to shorten Catherine--not even my mother.
"Just one big project, Cat," he went on, his blue eyes still held that boyish excitement I fell for years ago. "If I nail this, we're set. No more hustling, and no more late nights apart."
I didn't look at him and focused on the noodles. He was trying to slip away from be to Singapore, like the slick strands of slipping through my fingers.
"Two months is too long, John," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I did not wish to sound rude even by mistake. The thought of him across the world left a hollow ache in my chest.
"It'll pass quickly," he said, stepping closer, his warmth brushing against my back.
"Working with the AI codes and pushing your team, maybe, for you, it will pass. You'll be charming investors, strolling Singapore's glittering streets. But me? Weekends without you are just... empty."
"Just 8 weekends!"
"Or half a month, John, 16 days. Wait... five Sundays next month, so 18 days!"
I left the noodles in the pan, wrapping my arms around him, and laid my cheek to his chest. His heartbeat was steady like a metronome.
"We'll video call, like back when we were dating." His breath tickled my ear.
His wink sparked memories of our long-distance relationship. We had promised so many, living those promises after our marriage. We had managed to keep our commitment despite the distance.
I pulled back, forcing a smile. "Alright. But swear me. No street food--you know your allergies. Especially no durians, John. I mean it."
I rose on my toes, and pressed a goodbye kiss to his lips, longer than usual. I made it deeper to explore his tongue with mine, soft and lingering, tasting the faint mint of his gum.
"You are setting my mood to something else, I can't leave if you kiss me like this," he said breaking the spell of my extended kiss.
My heart whispered a secret: I wanted a baby, our baby, to bind us closer. But he was already on his way, his suitcase by the door a silent countdown for his departure. He stopped me from giving a proper send-off at the airport. He knew he can't do that bye-bye stuff, with me restricted in the boarding point.
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Weeks dragged on, each day a monochrome blur without John. I had no idea that I would miss him to this extent. Though we video called every night, the short frame was just like talking to a photo.
He gave me a shocker. His trip extended--an extra month.
"This AI project will change everything, Cat. We can build our dreams with its success," he promised again. But his spark felt distant, like a star I couldn't touch. I nodded, swallowing my loneliness.
"I know it's important. Just... take care, John."
The call ended, but not my yearning for my husband. I stared at the blank screen. The same screen knew our playful video chats, once electric with desire. Now, all had faded to perfunctory check-ins. Counting the days, killing the weekends, were my only options. My body craved his touch, and my soul craved his presence.
Two more long days John, you will be here knocking at the door. I'm home, Cat! -- I thought looking at the clock on a Sunday.
"I'm home, Cat!" I heard his voice.
You must be hallucinating, Catherine. I told myself.
"I'm home, Cat!" His real voice jolted me from my thoughts, a day earlier than promised.
He stood in our doorway, long-flight-hours but grinning, his blonde hair mussed. He dropped his suitcase, as I launched myself into his arms and wrapping my legs around him like a child. In all tears, my lips crashed against his lips with hunger and desperation.
"Don't ever do this again," I paused for a moment and tasted the salt of his skin and the faint bitterness of jet lag. His hands found my waist, walking towards our bedroom.
"God, I missed you, Cat," he growled. His lips shifted to my neck, igniting shivers down my spine.
"I almost forgot how your kisses burn me up," I whispered, "restore my memories", my hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.
I wore just a thin silk camisole, the only fabric whispering against my skin. It barely concealed my hourglass figure--round, medium breasts with puffy pink nipples that hardly shown any traces. But under his gaze, I felt them perky now. My deep navel quivered as his fingers brushed it, and firm, fleshy bums swayed as I stepped back, teasing. His eyes darkened with lust and love. I felt powerful, and desired by my man. My hands tugged at his shirt, revealing his slim frame. His blonde chest hair shined in the lamplight. I unbuttoned his jeans, my fingers trembled, though I was invading a familiar territory. I freed his cock... no it was mine. The tanned head, the pink shaft, and the palm-fit balls -- I owned everything, including the heart-shaped mole underneath its foreskin, a secret only I knew.
We stumbled on our bed, our lips locked, and our greedy hands explored everything they had missed. His lips trailed lower, kissing the swell of my breasts through the silk. I felt his breath against my skin, like an arousal call to my domes.
