Airport
"D'ya really need 'ta go, sheila?"
John knew it was a pointless question, yet it rolled off his tongue anyway. John stood on the sidewalk as Amara helped her chauffeur, bodyguard, whatever the hell he was, grab her luggages out John's car. He was sent to escort her by her father.
"It's a little too late to ask that, don't you think?" Amara giggles. She walks up to where he was standing, her luggage in hand.
John purses his lips and says nothing. He wasn't good at...this type of thing. Call it separation anxiety or whatever fancy term you want, he was gonna miss her. He knows he's being over dramatic though.
"You act like we're never gonna see each other again. I'm coming back! It'll just be a week then we can spend the rest of winter break together! I promise!"
He knows that too. But even the smallest second apart from her seems like forever. He's deep in thought, dull eyes scanning the ground.
"John," her empty hand goes up to touch his cheek.
His eyes finally meet hers and he's reminded why he never looked at her since they got here.
"I'll miss you."
"I'll miss ya, too," he replies meekly. He can't bring himself to fake a smile.
Amara looks back at her bodyguard, saying something in Portuguese. John's confused, but by the flustered look on his face and his sudden march into the Airport entrance he assumes she told him to piss off. For what, John isn't sure until Amara's face came closer to his, the smell of coconut and shea butter the first thing to distract him. The next was the gentle peck she gave him.
It was short and sweet, like her, but in that moment John decided he wanted more than that. Somehow John found himself pouring all his current emotions into this kiss. Compared to the kiss she gave him, this was different. This one burned with all his desire. His desperateness, his loneliness, but ultimately his love for her.
John knew this was cliche of him, he probably even wrote something like this in one of his previous books. He can't remember. The only thing he could remember was the devastating ache he felt throughout him when she pulled away, resting her forehead on his. Her now lightly red nose brushes his and his mouth misses her warmth.
"Be good while I'm gone," Amara says playfully. "And I'll skype you when I get home so make sure you answer." Her face brightens.
"Alright, luv." John promises to the second, not necessarily the first but she didn't need to know that.
Amara's escort comes back out. "Pardon the interruption, Your Highness. It's time to go," he said in Portuguese.
"Okay," she replies.
They embrace each other once more before Amara waves goodbye. When Amara's no longer in sight, he gets in his car and lights a cigarette. Maybe the next time this won't affect him as much, he hopes.
Hope this was okay! No one writes for Amyro and they're my fave so I wrote this. B should be uploaded soon! ^_^