One – Tina Dico
And when it feels like forever since you've seen the face of someone who loves you.
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He catches sight of a shoulder before he even sees the full length of her body shrouded by her long coat. He'd recognise her anywhere, she is like some kind of beacon guiding him to her. He catches his first glimpse of her face just as she's hauling her suitcase from the baggage carousel, setting it on the ground at her feet, scanning the crowd for him as she does. She looks straight at him, maybe he has a beacon only she can detect too.
Then he's moving forwards, hurrying towards her, almost jogging. Her smile widens after he turns back, apologising to a woman he's just jostled on his way to her. it was barely coherent, he'd heard the woman's mumbled expletives, it was the only reason he'd even bothered to attempt it. He doesn't care, two weeks without her was too long. He was never touring for his books again, not without her at least.
He doesn't bother to greet her when he reaches her, wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders, her arms hooked up, catching his shoulders from behind to press him against her as closely as he's holding her to him.
He slides his hands down her sides, urging her to step back now they've had their moment. He needs to see her face, again, catch the smile which he can feel seeping from every pore of her body and check she made it cross country in one piece.