Miranda stood at the airport. The wind blew her hair all around her and she felt a cold seep into her bones. She shivered and shook her head, folding her arms across herself; she began to rub her arms to try to keep them warm…
It didn't work. She looked up impatiently. How long did it take to land? She searched the skies for the sight of the black private jet that was due to be landing any minute now. She had asked someone in the Airport and they had told her that the flight was running on time; no interruptions were a perk of having a private jet. Maybe she was just being pernickety and impatient. It was only noon now, and he wasn't due until now.
She gave up searching the skies as the glare of the noon sun was in her eyes and she had left her shades in the Ferrari. Unfortunate. The wind blew hard again, and suddenly, her light air force blue combats and small grey camisole top seemed a totally inadequate form of protection against the biting wind. It was always windy at airports.
She looked up to the sky again and with a smile noticed a black shape getting closer. She stamped her feet to keep herself warm and willed the pilot to fly faster. Unfortunately, she had also left her amazing telepathic mind powers in the glove box of the Ferrari, along with her sunglasses and tic tacs. Damn, she hoped her breath was fresh. She nervously breathed into her hand and smelt. Not bad…
The jet drew closer, and after what seemed like forever, the small plane rolled to a stop, and the door rolled down into a set of steps. No one emerged for a while and then a form exited. She squinted over to the doorway and saw that it was only Shaw, one of Ian's partners in crime. Literally.
Next emerged Victor slowly looking around himself and then making his way down the steps. Then FINALLY! She saw the form of her boyfriend, or unofficial fiancée as she liked to think of him and dashed away from the glass window that she stood at. As she left the small cover from the wind the building gave her, she nearly got blown over by a strong gust. It seemed to take forever but she finally reached his waiting arms.
Miranda hit Ian so hard that he almost fell over. Almost, but all those years if Tai Chi and Kickboxing left him with a steady stance and good balance.
Miranda buried her face in the crook of his neck and felt like bursting into hysterical laughter as the perfect and distinctive smell of Ian washed over her. She buried her nose against his navy T-Shirt and felt pure happiness flow through her veins.
Ian's companions laughed at his girlfriends display, but she didn't care. Plus they were all friends and they were less laughing at her more with her… She hoped.
"Yeah, well at least I have a girlfriend Shaw, more than you have achieved," Ian teased.
The pair walked across the blacktop slightly behind the rest of the group. Miranda had her arms looped tightly about Ian's waist still. He put one arm around her shoulders and rubbed her bare arm.
"You're cold," he said, squeezing her to himself more tightly.
The bantering continued the whole way to the car. Miranda firmly held onto Ian's waist, refusing to let go. Ever.
When they reached the car park, the group split and went their separate ways, Miranda still clinging to Ian's waist.
They arrived in front of the car and Ian looked down at her.
"You'll have to let go sometime," he said with a loving smile.
"I don't wanna!" replied Miranda closing her eyes and clinging onto him with both arms now. He ruffled her blonde hair and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll drive," she looked up at him and then with an exaggerated pouted lip released Ian and walked round to the passenger door.
When they arrived back at their apartment, they found all baggage already delivered by the well-paid airport staff.
Ian walked to the window and looked out over the stretching motorways and never-ending roads of London. Buses drove, cars sped along, bicycle bells tinkled and people chatted as they walked along the footpath.
As he surveyed this sight, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. He put his hands on top of hers and rubbed gentle soothing circles on her hands.
"So, anything amazing happen while I was away?" Ian asked, still looking out over London.
"Nope. Not a thing. All was quiet on the home front. How about you? How did the treasure hunting go?"
"Not bad. A bit more information would have been a welcome visitor but it decided to stay at home. We found out a few things that will be helpful in the long run. Just not yet. We will find it…" he said the last part almost to himself.
Miranda tightened her grip and reassured; "Of course you will!" She stood on her tiptoes, as she was only 5'2 and Ian was 5'11, and kissed the side of his neck.
He smiled and sighed contentedly.
"Have you been eating while you were away?" she asked, being able to feel each rib in his rib cage.
"Of course I have…"
"Em. Then why can I feel your ribs?" she said poking them to emphasise her point.
"Well, would you rather I was 38 stone and you couldn't feel my ribs at all through the fat?"
Miranda walked around the front of him, keeping her hands on his waist the whole time. She gave him a look that said "DUH!" and kissed him on the lips this time.
She took to steps back after pulling away from their kiss and regarded him closely. He looked back at her with one eyebrow raised and she couldn't help laughing.
"Did I ever tell you I love your hair?" she asked, running her hand through his feathery blonde locks.
"No you failed to mention it…" Ian replied looking at her strangely. She was coming out with more and more random things lately. For example she had taken to randomly quoting 'Dracula Dead and Loving It", one of her favourite comedy films. (A/N: And one of mine )
"Well then… I love your hair!" she said ruffling it more. "Especially when it's like that… Nice…" She said, regarding her careful work, sticking her tongue out in concentration.
Ian laughed at the constipated look that graced her soft features and lifted her small frame and 7 ½ stone body of the floor and into his arms, cradling her like a groom would a bride over the threshold.
She threw her arms around his neck and let her head fall back. With a sigh she closed her eyes, and the constipated look was replaced by a look of contentment.
Over the last week, while Ian had been away on Treasure Hunting Business, she had sorely missed him. She hadn't been able to sleep well as she was used to having his arm draped over her in an almost lazy but loving fashion. She missed his kisses and embraces throughout the day. Hell, she missed his very presence in the house. The sophisticated grace that the house seemed to hold while he resided there;
While he had been gone she had been walking into things and dropped her SONY WALKMAN MP3 Player TWICE! Jesus, 20GB of music on there and it could have been wiped! THE HORROR!
The office had lost its tidy and neat look. Nothing was in its place anymore and the computer needed defragmented and scanned with AVG and Ad- Aware. She didn't have a clue in hell about what all that meant, she just knew it needed to be done.
The apartment that was reasonably large that they both shared, was pretty much a mess. She hoped that Ian didn't feel the need to open any cupboards that day since the rather rushed spring-clean that she had earlier executed comprised of stuffing things away anywhere that they would fit. She even resorted to putting dirty washing in the drawer of the coffee table. She hoped he didn't need anything out of there either.
He carried her into the Living room and playfully dropped her on the black, leather sofa that was the most comfortable thing that Mira's butt had ever had the pleasure of residing on top of.
She grabbed the remote as he flopped down beside her and turned on the best and least intellectual show on Earth… The Simpsons!
She rested her head on his shoulder and put her hand on his chest and wrapped her right leg around his so that she was thoroughly entangled in him.
After the 4 consecutive episodes of the Simpsons they watched;
Frasier, Buffy, Futurama, Angel, a programme on National Geographic about Constructions, Pimp My Ride, Orange County Choppers, Long Way Round and for the closing ceremony;
Dracula Dead and Loving It.
So, all in all, it had been a pretty cool day, with Happy Returns mixed in the middle.