"…Kaname," his strong voice matched the definition his arms had been gaining.
The warmth of his silvery eyes went right through her, heating her spirit right down to her core – despite the fierce wind. It was freezing out and the chill nipped at her nose and scratched at her rosied cheeks. His lips gave a twitch as his eyes bore into hers.
Since being deployed, the two had waited for this fated moment. Relying on pure instinct, much like his Battle Preparation Training dictated, he opened his arms. Bursting from hope and a light that burned bright within her, she ran to his arms, let the crinkly crispness of his uniform and the corded belt that were his muscles enfold her. His love surrounded her like a blanket, his emotion cushioning her from the blistering cold that had been her loneliness.
"Sousuke!" she cried out, meshing herself into one with him.
His hands grabbed at her, furiously trying to soak her in. he let every emotion, all his pent-up feelings burst free from him into her. She let it devour her, as her affections consumed him.
He would happily die in the lake that was her love.
"These days without you have been the worst! All that fear of not knowing," she pulled back, still wrapped in him. "Whether you'd come back to me…"
He brought her face up with a curled, gloved finger.
"Wars are always hard," he explained, voice clear. "Many faced with terrible difficulties. But, I had the greatest drive to take me back."
Her eyes glistened as the moons light pierced her form.
"You, you did…?" her voice wavered with uncertainty.
"Yes," as his eyes closed, he brought his sun-touched face closer. "You."
His lips met hers and all the pain she had felt, all the confusion and lonely nights reeled and spun until everything became clear and sharp. All her perspectives and indecisions were thrown into concise focus. But she pushed thought aside and let feeling have its way. She opened herself to him, drinking him in; his moans, the softness of his lips, worn only by the weathered condition of his previous placement, the firmness of his body beneath her roving hand. That moment, their reunion of body and spirit was like magic. Pure and sweet and true, just like their lost love. She was drowning in the overwhelming feeling her heart beat out. her head pillowed itself against his chest, the throb of his pulsating heart in tune to her own lit her soul alight. Each touch, with each word, with those looks, she knew this was where she belonged.
"I missed you," he whispered breathily, caught aback by the throw in his feeling, against her hair.
"Welcome," she choked up as she found the perfect phrase. "Welcome home."
A/N: Yes, I did make "rosy" into a past verb~
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