He stepped onto the familiar wooden porch – she called it a 'verandah' though… the familiar hollow thunk of his boots gave him a flutter in his abdomen, warm memories and future entwined.. A faint smile quirked his mouth and he breathed in the scent of her home which seemed to be hotwired into his brain now. It hadn't taken many visits, her warm clear voice describing the different Eucalypts and plants as she crushed the leaves in her fingers, lifting them to his face to take in their scents. The lemon myrtle bush by the stairs had come to be his favourite by far. His broad hand reached up and hit the door in a quick pattern 'thud-thud-tha-thud-thud'. No deep meaning in the knock, it was just his rising pleasure and excitement rose from him and escaped in the cheerful rhythm.
She knew he was arriving, she always knew – just like he knew when it was time to visit her again – and he had barely lowered his hand when the door swung open. Her two dogs piled out and wrapped themselves around his legs, whining and talking with excitement, the grumbles and chuckles a familiar refrain. His eyes met hers and his heart did its familiar flip over at the site of her golden-green eyes, the sweet soft skin of her face and the dimples as her smile lit her face… 'Hey Angel' his hand reached out for her and he cupped her jaw gently in his hand, strong thumb stroking the silky, tender skin of her earlobe. Her voice was husky, he knew with want for him and her eyes mirrored the desire and need in his own eyes. 'Welcome back lover'
He stepped forward to her and leaned down, cradling her beautiful face with both hands while his lips gently tugged at her mouth. His voice rumbled deep in his chest 'I almost forgot how good you tasted my Angel' She sighed with pleasure and he felt her body shiver against him 'My Dean, my darling'.