The two young lovers were making quite a scene in the airport, running their hands all over each other as they kissed, until the tall, dark-haired man pinched the redhead's butt. She squeaked in surprise, then giggled. "David! Oh, you're horrible!"
"Come on, Fields," he said. "You'll miss your flight."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she asked, wrapping his arms around his waist and trying to make him trip as they walked to security. David did always look so nice, now that he had to be ready to work at a moment's notice. He'd gone off and found a government job while she finished school. Just as they thought they'd be together after she graduated, she'd gotten that job in Bolivia. The last few weeks had been hard for them as she prepared to leave. The short time they had together had been made even harder by David's boss, who called at all hours of the day and night. Speaking of...
He groaned as his cell phone buzzed in his pants pocket. "I told her I was taking some time off," David said as he fumbled with the phone and sent the call to voicemail. After a short pause, it beeped angrily at him.
"I'm calling you as soon as I get there," Fields told him. "If she can call you at two in the morning, so can I. You answer your phone in your sleep."
"Mmm." He stole a quick kiss from her. "I'll have to make sure I check my caller ID before I answer with 'Sex God for Hire,' won't I?" he asked, which set off another round of giggles.
"I'll be back as soon as I can get the time off," she told him as they reached security. David helped her hoist her carry-on to her shoulder. Even with two months of preparation, saying goodbye was still difficult.
"Take care, Berry."
They shared a last kiss. Strawberry waved at him as she passed through the metal detectors, and then she was out of sight. His cell phone buzzed again, and reluctantly he pulled it out of his pocket.
"Villiers. Yes Ma'am. The Prime Minister? Yes Ma'am. I'm on my way. Good--" M had hung up on him. He sighed, threw on his overcoat, and went to find a taxi.
