I'm a frantic mess as I try and make it to the airport. I seriously can't remember a time when I was more anxious, excited, nervous and happy in one sitting. As I drive to the airport to pick him up, I can't help but let thoughts run through my head about how different he's going to be. What if he has a French accent? I know I'm being ridiculous but I can't help it.

My phone rings, and I did through my purse to find it.

"Hello?" I answer before the last ring.

"Rory, it's Lane."

"Oh my God, Lane! It's so good to hear from you, what's up?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to say congratulations. I know that Jess is coming home today, and I wanted to let you know that I'm happy for you."

"Thanks, that means a lot to me."

"What are best friends for? Anyway, I've got to get going. The twins are up so I've got to get them fed."

"Ok, I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, call me after the reunion sex, okay?"

"Lane!"

"What? Okay, I really have to go. Say hi for me!"

"I will; bye." As I hang up, I see the sign that says Hartford International and my stomach does a leap into my throat. I speed up just a bit more.

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As I enter the airport, I go straight to the coffee shop, and grab a blueberry muffin, and a hot cup of coffee. It doesn't even compare to Luke's, but it settles my nerves. I think of buying him a Hartford Souvenir, but decide not to be too cheesy. I'm pacing, and it's making me crazy. I look at the flight board and realize that I still have an hour. I wonder about what he's thinking, and if he's going just as crazy as I am. I picture him sitting in a window seat, just waiting for the airport to come into view. His left knee is twitching, a sure sign that he's either excited or nervous.

I watch each shuttle bus bring back loads of people, and I silently pray each time that Jess will get off. I know I can't wish the plane here faster, but you can't blame me for trying. The airport is busier now, and I look around to see if anyone looks French. It's stupid, I admit, but at the same time entertaining.

All of a sudden, the whole world stops. I look past all the people, French, or not, and focus on Jess's face, smiling like I'd never seen before. I can spot him a mile away, and before I can control myself, I start running. I'm hitting people, and they're yelling, but all I can mumble is sorry as I speed past them to those arms. I'm still struggling to get around people, and he's only twenty feet from me. He instantly sees me, and drops his stuff as I finally reach him, throwing my whole body into his, and wrapping my legs around his waist. I'm holding on so tight he probably can't breathe, but I don't care, and neither does he as I feel him hold on just as tightly.

It feels like forever when I finally pull away. He looks into my eyes, and then we're kissing like crazy. I can't get enough of him, and we're still in public. I pull away after a few minutes, and just stare at him.

"So, how does it feel to be home so far?" I'm smiling so wide, I can't help it. He's rubbing small circles on my back as we talk.

"So far? Things are pretty good, but I can think of one way to make it better." He's raising his eyebrows at me, and I tilt my head at him.

"What did you have in mind?" I press my hips into his just slightly, and I enjoy the little sigh I get in return.

"I say, we head up to the hotel in this place, and do a little catching up."

"How? These rooms are expensive, Jess."

"Ah but not for me. The company pays for all expenses for my trip, including the room that I have for one night." My smile widens, and I place a light kiss on his lips.

"Let's go." I grab his hand, and pull him through the airport, and up the elevator to get our room. As soon as he gets the key, we both bolt for the room as I already start unbuttoning his shirt. The door is closed, and all our pent up passion is let out. He's kissing me, hard and I can't get enough. His tongue is battling mine as my hands try and pull his shirt off of him. I'm having trouble with the buttons, and I'm getting frustrated. I pull away momentarily.

"Screw this," I murmur as I rip the shirt from his body, and buttons go flying. He looks at me with raised eyebrows as I start to blush.

"A bit violent, aren't we?" Before he says anything else, my lips are back on his, and his hands are back at work. We move towards the bed, and we pull away just so he can take my shirt off. He lays me on the bed, and starts to slow down. He trails hot kisses down my neck, and across my chest. I'm struggling beneath him, begging him to hurry up but he takes his time.

"You are so beautiful," he whispers against my ear as his hands go around me and remove my bra. I pull his face to mine, and I kiss him gently letting myself explore what I've missed so much. My hands reach his belt buckle, and as I take it off, my hand slips in his pants causing him to moan. I giggle at him, and he tickles me as punishment for teasing. We're no longer gentle, his hands are all over my breasts; my hands are in his hair encouraging him. He kisses all the way down my stomach until he reaches my jeans. He looks up at me, and I glare at him for going so slow.

He slowly pulls my zipper down extra slow, just because he knows it's driving me crazy. I sit up to pull them off myself, but he stops me with his lips, and kisses me while guiding me back down into the pillows. He finally takes my jeans off, and he's in a position of weakness. I suddenly switch out positions, and in less then a second, I'm on top of him. We're both surprised that I did that, but as soon as my hands start to wander, all thoughts are forgotten. His pants, and his boxers are gone in a second and he laughs at how fast I'm going. He pulls me up again, and just kisses me, sensual, heated, sexy kisses that only I get in moments like these. He flips us again, and he reaches down to remove my underwear. Struggling with it, he just rips them off, and throws them in a general location. My laughter subsides when I concentrate on his eyes, burning a hole right into mine. In one quick move, he's inside me, and I cry out in surprise. My eyes never leave his, and as we move together we're both getting close. He's going faster, and I can feel myself letting go. However I refuse to without him. I run my hands through his hair, and whisper things in his ear that I know drive him crazy. Suddenly, it gets to be too much, and I throw my head back against the pillows as I clench around him. I feel him let go right after me, and he collapses on my chest completely drained.

We stay like that for a while, trying to catch our breath. I run my hands lazily through his hair, and he draws patterns across my stomach.

"I missed you." I whisper.

"I missed you too, but I'm here now." He smiles at me, and then rolls off of me so we're face to face.

"We should have reunion sex more often," I blurt out referring to lane's earlier comment.

"Yeah, except I don't want to leave again."

"I second that." He smirks and places a kiss on my forehead. I snuggle into him, holding him tight. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." I try and gather courage, now is the perfect time.

"Marry me?" I sit up so I can look at him. His eyes are focused on me, and I don't know if he's heard me or not. Suddenly, he's wrestling me into the sheets, and I'm gasping for air while laughing. "Jess! Stop..I can't…I can't focus!" He's laughing too, and I can't remember if he's answered me or not. I remember that Jess has a certain spot that makes him go crazy, and as soon as I reach it he's let go and is now the one begging me to stop.

"Did you answer my question?" I say trying not to let it get to me. I pull away, and we both calm down. He reaches out and pulls me in for a long, satisfying kiss.

"Of course I'll marry you. I'm just bummed that I didn't get to ask with this ring." He bends down to where his pants are, and reaches for a small box. I shriek and throw myself at him.

"You were going t propose!? When!?" He smiles at me.

"Tonight actually. I thought we'd go out to dinner, and then do this but as soon as I saw you I couldn't wait."

"So, can I wear it?" I'm giddy like a child and he chuckles.

"I think I'm supposed to wear it now." He winks at me, and it makes me want to jump his bones again. "I guess you can wear it though." I stick out my hand, and he gently places the ring on my finger before kissing each knuckle.

"I love you, and I'm glad you're home."

"I love you too, and I'm glad that you ripped my shirt off." I swat his chest before reminding him that I also lost an item of clothing. He rolls his eyes before we get tangled in the sheets again. It's good to have him home.

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Finished. A bit longer of a story, but I had fun writing it. I was gonna drag it out longer, but what can I say I like posting new stuff :

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