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Authors Note: Sorry this took so long. Been in a funk. Hopefully you'll enjoy this one more. Emma has landed. Thanks goes to my amazing betas Sones and MBJ. And thanks for all your lovely comments, I'll try and reply to some more this time now LJ is back up and running. Hope you enjoy!

Emma couldn't have been happier to step off the plane and set foot once again on solid ground. The blonde had flown only a few times before hand, but she'd known from those rather harrowing experiences that flying did not exactly agree with her. Fortunately her hour and a half hop across the channel had been rather uneventful, although that didn't qualify the experience as a pleasant one. What did, and what previous plane journeys had been missing however, were thoughts of Jenny.

When Emma and Jenny's romance was new, all Emma ever wanted to think about were Jenny's smiles or dimples, her eyes or her lips – kissing those lips. But whenever Emma found herself getting lost in thoughts of Jenny recently her mind started to drift towards other things. Different things; things that she would never dream of speaking in public. She'd close her eyes and see the curve of Jenny's hips, or the swell of her breast. Saw herself inching her fingers under the hem of her shirt and lifting it slowly, tentatively over her head. Emma often caught herself wondering if Jenny was wearing matching knickers when she caught a glimpse of a stray bra strap, or whether Jenny would mind it if Emma decided to undress her and study every freckle on her body.

Of course, Emma thought about sex with Jenny. She thought about the perfect place, the perfect time. She'd thought about everything, so much so that the desire to want it to be absolutely perfect often overrode the need for it to actually happen. She wanted it to be romantic, but she didn't think she had the means. She wanted it to be good for Jenny, but she didn't think she had the experience. She wanted to be able to relax and enjoy it, but she didn't think she had the confidence.

She knew Jenny loved her, she knew she had no reason not to trust her but she still couldn't help freaking out at the idea of being completely stripped bare in front of someone, even someone she loved and trusted as much as Jenny. It wasn't about losing your virginity to someone special, Emma was passed that now. She'd known for a long time Jenny was the one. It was simply making yourself completely vulnerable to someone, whether it be your first or your fiftieth time. And with this coupled with the knowledge of who Jenny was and where she came from, Emma was worried she wouldn't be up to scratch, and her unrelenting fear of that was stopping her from proving herself wrong, and was also stopping her from taking what she wanted, no matter how much she wanted it.

Emma smiled her way through passport control and turned her phone back on. She hoped to God her parents hadn't tried calling her whilst she was in the air. She'd told them she was staying at Luzi's all this week - they had a big project on and wanted to get as much work done on it as possible. Luzi had promised to cover for her as much as she could and Emma had promised her parents she'd keep them updated every night after school. Hopefully they wouldn't realise the incoming call was incoming all the way from the UK. Being the technophobes they were, Emma highly doubted they would.

Whilst waiting for her luggage to arrive, Emma sent Jenny a quick text to let her know she'd set foot on British soil, although she had a sneaking suspicion her girlfriend would already be somewhere in arrivals, waiting. She hoped so anyway. It's only been a day, Emma kept telling herself, only a day. Don't get too carried away.

Upon spotting her bag and yanking it off the conveyer, Emma quickly passed through customs and into arrivals. The lobby was flooded with people. Families reuniting, couples hanging onto each other with dear life so as to never be separated again, businessmen meeting colleagues or drivers, tourist meeting guides. The blonde scoured the crowd for her significant other but was struggling to make out anyone's shape or features in the rather overwhelming cacophony of chatter, people and faces.

Emma stumbled on a little, eyes wide, case rolling along behind her until a hand grabbed her and yanked her sideways, pulling her through the crowd and out, through the automatic doors and into the outside world. Before she even had time to react the blonde was caught in a rib-cracking hug. Of course she knew she'd just been accosted by Jenny Hartmann. Emma breathed in deeply, her face buried in her girlfriend's shoulder, taking in her scent. Her hair smelled different, she must have been using a different shampoo at her parent's, but it was still unmistakably infused with Jenny. Emma's nose wrinkled though when she detected a hint of cigarette smoke amongst the strawberry. She felt lips press against the soft skin of her neck and a mumbled "Hey," sent a shiver down her spine.

After a moment or two of simply enjoying the feeling of being in each other's presence again, both girls pulled back. Jenny slid her hands down Emma's arms and took her hands in hers, not wanting to break the newly regained contact. Emma smiled when her hazel eyes met Jenny's blues. "Hey," Emma responded, feeling a blush rising in her cheeks. Why was she blushing? And why were they grinning at each other like idiots? Emma shook her head and Jenny laughed warmly. The blonde suddenly felt self-conscious. She was about to kiss Jenny, her girlfriend, a rather lovely specimen that she'd had the pleasure of kissing in public many times before, at the very public entrance to Terminal 2 - in public, with lots of people toing and froing.

Emma was out of her comfort zone. Of course after coming out at Pestalozzi they had their fair share of snide comments, but after a few weeks of looks and whispers all that had eventually died away and with Jenny beside her she'd felt strong enough to show her affection for her girlfriend just about anywhere in Cologne, let alone the school. But here, in England, this was different. This wasn't her comfort zone, this was new and intimidating. Weren't the English run by a conservative Government? What if they didn't like it when a perfectly normal looking girl kissed another perfectly normal looking girl in public in a more than friendly way? What if such public displays of affection were considered distasteful, what if …

"Emma," The Blonde was jolted out of her downward spiral of despair as Jenny spoke, more insistently this time. "Are you going to kiss me now or am I going to have to force myself upon you?" Emma looked around sheepishly and Jenny rolled her eyes. "Emma, this is Britain. We can kiss in public. We could get married here if we wanted, well, sort of."

Emma blinked. Did Jenny really just say – she swallowed - "Married?" asked Emma, not knowing whether she should be delighted or petrified. They hadn't even had sex yet, let alone talked about marriage. Maybe she'd entertained the idea once or twice. Maybe three times. But Emma certainly hadn't thought that the notion would ever have crossed her girlfriend's mind. They'd not even graduated school!

Jenny smirked, she liked to make her girlfriend squirm, just a little, and she knew just which buttons to press. She nodded, "And adopt," she added, with a squeeze of Emma's hands. The blonde could only raise her eyebrows and let her mouth fall open; words failed her. Feeling ever so slightly remorseful, Jenny decided to put her girlfriend out of her misery. "Hypothetically, of course," she smiled honestly this time. "I've missed you," she offered pulling on her girlfriend's hands, inching her that little bit closer.

Emma felt a blush rise in her cheeks and her heart beat a little faster at the notion. Emma had missed Jenny, boy had she missed Jenny, but she'd had no intention to admit it. This would have been their first extended time apart as a couple and Emma had wanted to prove to Jenny that she could cope when she was away. The blonde smiled shyly, "It's been one day," she said, not meeting Jenny's eyes.

Jenny pulled her girlfriend even closer, her forehead now resting against Emma's. "You didn't miss me?" Jenny sing-songed. Emma shook her head a little, pursing her lips, and in turn shook Jenny's.

"Not even a little?" she teased.

Nope," Emma was resisting a smile as Jenny's lips met hers and immediately their hands broke apart; the brunette's suddenly clutching hungrily at the back of Emma's denim jacket, the blonde's getting lost in Jenny's hair. "I missed you," Emma said in-between ragged breaths, inviting her girlfriend's tongue to meet with hers. Emma was quickly discovering of late that when Jenny had her in her grasp she would happily give up anything and everything to her girlfriend, including that admission and probably anything else for that matter.

The sound of someone clearing their throat to Emma's right caused the blonde extract her hands from Jenny's hair and retreat from her girlfriend's lips with a jolt. A bemused looking gentleman stood before her. He was short and had, well, very little grey hair upon his head. Emma felt the heat rise in her cheeks again. What if he'd been there the entire time? What would he think of them, lesbians, in Heathrow! Kissing! She knew she had been right to be cautious. Her eyes darted to Jenny in desperation, hoping she'd form a response for the small, well dressed man so she didn't have to, but to Emma's surprise, Jenny looked just as bemused as the balding man in front of them. She frowned a little at the blonde and then smirked in realisation. An explanation was in order.

"Emma," she offered, "This is Ken, my father's driver."

Emma's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. She'd never known anyone personally who had their own driver. Why couldn't they drive themselves? "Driver?" She asked, incredulously; still not sure whether to find comfort in the idea that it was only Jenny's father's driver watching her and her girlfriend make out and not a dishevelled member of the British Public.

"Driver." Ken confirmed with a wink and a nod. Emma felt like she should have been a little freaked out by that wink, but his warm smile matched the get up; the crisp, starched shirt, the bespoke suit, the kind face put her at ease.

The blonde flapped her hands a little then gave a small wave. "Hi".

"Miss Muller I presume? May I take your bag?" Before Emma had time to answer, Ken had relieved her of her luggage and placed her bag, with a surprising amount of difficulty, in the boot of the car.

Jenny turned to Emma with a quizzical look, "What the hell did you put in there?" she asked in hushed tones.

Emma shrugged, genuinely puzzled. "Essentials!" she reasoned through tight lips.

Jenny rolled her eyes and with a shake of her head motioned to where Ken was holding the car door open for Emma. "I'm sure. Now, get in car."

Jenny had assured Emma that the ride from the airport to her parent's house wouldn't be long. Three quarters of an hour tops, she'd said. And that's if the traffic was bad. But at this point, three quarters of an hour didn't seem long enough. The prospect of seeing Jenny's parents worried her, and slowly but surely all of the previous night's anxieties were finding their way back into Emma's mind. Would she be welcome? Would she fit in?

The blonde cast her eyes out the tinted window, trying to make out the names of small businesses that they drove passed, trying to distract herself from her own thoughts. Her face must have been one of worry as she felt a comforting hand squeeze her knee gently. "You okay?" her girlfriend asked.

Emma nodded, gave a non-committal "Mmm," and cast her eyes back out the window once more. So far she'd counted three Chicken Cottages. Oh no, make that four.

"Hey," Jenny tried again, this time turning Emma's face to hers, their eyes meeting. "They love you okay? They think your great. Best thing that could have happened to me." Emma's jaw clenched a little.

"Really?"

Jenny leaned in and captured her girlfriend's lips, willing all of her anxiety away. Quickly, Emma's hands found their rightful place amongst Jenny's long brown hair, drawing her closer, turning towards her as her back pressed against the door of the car. Emma's tongue found Jenny's, eliciting a small moan from the brunette as she hastily tried to twist in her seat, putting one knee on either side of Emma's left leg, seatbelts long forgotten.

With Jenny now settled in her lap Emma allowed her hands to roam. She ran her fingers over the curve of well defined shoulders, grazed between perfect shoulder blades and finally down to her slender waist which she gripped tightly in an attempt to draw the one she loved even closer. She was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the way she smelled, they way she tasted, the feel of Jenny against her, and far less aware of Ken in the front section of the car. Shit! Her mind screamed, Ken!

Emma broke their kiss hurriedly. Jenny frowned. "Ken!" Emma hissed tilting her head towards the front of the car.

Jenny shrugged a little. "I've done worse in front of one of my father's drivers." Emma raised an eyebrow. What? "Honey, he can't see," Jenny reasoned, running her fingers across the soft, sensitive skin of Emma's neck. She gave her a quick kiss to emphasise her point. "Or hear for that matter. The screen," she pointed, "That's what it's there for."

"So you can make out with people?" Emma asked, unconvinced.

"No, for privacy. Business stuff. When you want to put a hit on someone. All the things you don't want your driver hearing." Emma smiled. Jenny was funny. Her girlfriend was funny. "I did miss you, you know?"

Jenny smirked, "I know." Jenny rested her head on Emma's shoulder and relaxed into her arms. They stayed like that for the rest of their journey, taking comfort in each other's silence. Emma didn't look out the window again until the car came to a halt and Ken turned off the engine. The door on Jenny's side opened and Emma silently thanked God that it was Jenny's door that was opened first and not hers, otherwise both girls would have been sent careening out of Emma's side of the car. Ken seemed too well informed for a man who could neither hear nor see what was happening in the back of the car he was driving.

As both Jenny and Emma emerged from the car, Ken met them with Emma's luggage and then led them to the door. Emma swallowed. This was it, the moment of truth. Sink or swim.

The blonde must have seemed agitated as Jenny gave her hand a quick squeeze. "You'll be fine," she smiled, lovingly. "Just remember to keep your socialist views to yourself okay?" Instead of starting with worry Emma found herself laughing.

"I'll try and keep my Marxist opinions to a minimum." Jenny beamed at her girlfriend as she put her key in the lock and turned it. How about this – Jenny needed a pleasant evening to extinguish all memories of the previous one and with Emma now safely with her she was pretty sure she'd get just that.