She was so excited. She had been waiting for this for so long, well okay, maybe just a little bit over a week. But still, her heart was jumping against its cage. Her head was swirling with jumbled words, filled with various scenarios that all led up to one thing and one thing alone.
How can she not? When every fiber of her being has been aching for his touch. Closing her eyes, she's reliving the last time he kissed her. It was the night before he set off for another country, five days before they were separated by miles and miles of vast oceans and landscapes.
He reached out for her hands, and placed it around his neck. Slowly he inched forward, sensing, feeling, testing the waters, which was a crazy thought, as he knew for a fact that she'd allow it without a second thought, nor hesitation. Tentatively he pecked her lips, and as time stood and their kisses grew more intense and desperate, their hearts raced, aching and longing for it to never stop. They stood nose to nose, cheek to cheek, their foreheads resting against each other, trying to forge each pore, tear and crease as much as they could.
It might have been just a fraction of a month, but it was agony nonetheless. Their lives revolved around each other, as each day meant another time, another moment cherished and celebrated with one another. To ask for one person, is to expect the other one in return. They are two people in one soul, separate entities but one person.
Which means this past five days, 21 hours and 54 minutes is not something that they want to get used to. The idea of being without one another, the thought of experiencing pleasure without the other, makes them ache far worse than they could imagine. So today, is relief against respite.
She didn't notice that the door opened and closed in that moment of her lucid dreaming. She was lost in her world of forever and cherished dreams. She wasn't aware that it was him, dropping his bags near the bedroom door. She was left to wander in her thoughts, and didn't realize that the one person she had been waiting for is slowly inching towards her, smirking besides himself.
He breathed in her fresh scent, she just got out the shower, and it reminded him of how much he missed her and her sugar toned perfume. He was slightly surprised, as he often has been, that she gets prettier every time he leaves. It's amazing really, looking at her, no one would know that she's slightly crazy, desperately passionate, and awesomely generous. It's weird sometimes, because he knows, or okay, maybe it was what people have told him, that a love like this doesn't exist at his age. But that's where they're wrong, cause seriously, it's either he's crazy, or he's madly in love with this girl--and he'll take the latter anytime.
There she is with her half closed eyes, with her tongue sticking out of her mouth, looking cute and sexy with her tank top and cropped shorts. This is what his everyday feels like and he'd be a fool to just let this all go. She's his, and he's hers and that's forever and always for them.
His not so subtle foot steps brought her back to reality, and finally she saw him for the first time. With her frazzled hair, and her impish posture, she squealed and sprung up on him like clockwork. She clung to him, as they breathed each other's presence, kissing, touching, holding and squeezing as much as they can. Right here, right now wrapped in each other's warmth is what keeps them coming back, and will make them come back for more.