Okay my first new one, with only 2 pairs left; you all know who this is, but I hope you like it anyway! (: I wrote it before university today in half an hour, but I hope it's at least somewhat grammatically correct.

He hadn't expected it to be like this.

In all his dreams, it was not like this. In his dreams the time when he saw her again would be beautiful; they would both be shy, both a little scared, but it would be wondrous anyway. They would go to one another, embrace under the stars, and everything would be perfect.

This wasn't like his dreams. Somehow, it was better.

He had driven there in one of the cars from the mansion. He felt like he had waited a thousand years for this one moment, and finally it was upon him. He had had mixed feelings when he'd left, excitement mixed with trepidation, but driving to her had proven to be the most horrible experience of his life. He had broken speed laws, driving over everything in his way to get back to her, and tried desperately to just stop thinking.

The throbbing in his head had not dissipated the closer he got, but swelled drastically. He had gone through every bad scenario again and again in his head, and when he finally got there and stopped the car, he found that he was shaking so rigorously that the steering wheel was coming loose underneath his hands.

He pulled them back, looked at them as they continued to shudder before him. Finally, he folded them in his lap and waited for her.

The wait wasn't long, she was not known for her tardiness, but every second that went past seemed to last hours, reinforcing the bad images in her head, his brain screaming the mantra of his nightmares to him, she's not coming, she's not coming, she's not coming!

He could go to her, of course, but he wouldn't. This had to be her choice, and if she didn't come tonight he would leave her life forever; she deserved so much more.

When he did eventually see her, she was crossing the road towards his car, looking around her suspiciously, as though she was caught in a conspiracy. It was dark, and she perhaps could not see the car, hidden in clouds of blackness, but that only gave him a moment or two to collect himself, to force himself to be still.

She was beautiful – had she been that beautiful before? – her expression was worried, and she had her arms wrapped around herself as though trying to keep herself together – he knew that feeling well, but she was there, and the love in her eyes mirrored his own. Before he knew it, before he had even sent the instruction to his feet to move, he was out of the car, and he was running – actually running, full speed – to her.

She yelped when he picked her up, swung her, but she didn't kick him, and that was surely a good sign. The look of shock she had when he scooped her into his arms was replaced with a grin. She was happy to see him, and that thought was worth more than anything that he'd ever felt. He set her down on the floor softly, but he did not let her go, his chest heaved and it took him a moment to realise he was crying into her hair, holding her and crying, and yet he had no room for embarrassment.

When he pulled away, holding her in arms length to see her face, he saw that she was crying too, and he grasped her back into his arms again.

They stood there for near to an hour, two cars passed, one baring their horn, but neither of them really cared; he could feel her bones underneath his hold and realised that she hadn't been eating properly. He was never leaving her again.

When they did pull away, their hands found one another in the darkness and interlinked, and he was sure that he could see the glimmer of her smile, then they started walking. They did not talk about it, they knew where they would go when this moment passed.

Walking through the forest, helping his soul mate over any loose branches, he knew what he wanted to say, but he did not want to break the silence, and when they at once stopped at a clearing in the forest where the stars shone so beautifully, giving them an ethereal light, he finally stooped to kiss her.

She was so much more passionate than before, and whilst he was trying to be gentle, show all the love he felt for her in that one kiss, she had her arms around his neck, and her mouth was moving against his insistently, her tongue darting out as though pleading for entrance, and he gave it to her, kissing until their knees gave out and they sank to the floor.

Afterwards, he held her against his bare chest, both of them sleepy; her lips were playing against his chest, dropping soft kisses there. He didn't know where his t-shirt had gone throughout the night, but he decided he definitely did not care.

"I love you," he whispered, almost choking on emotion. His voice came out shaky.

She burrowed herself further into his chest and he was sure he felt her lips tug upwards into a smile, "I love you too, so much."

They lay in silence, and her breathing became heavy until he was sure she was asleep, he stroked her hair and was just starting to fall asleep himself when he heard her whisper.

"Don't ever leave me again."