Airport Chapter two

This is the next section of the story. I have one more part written but I don't know if I want to place it up yet as I feel that that portion is still incomplete.


until the fates let us,
Ali


We get to my car and he pushes me against it. Kissing me hard. This kiss is opposite of the one in front of the world. This kiss is feral, hungry, needy. Full of the pain and torture of being able to see me for months but not touch me or be near me. The knowing of being what seemed worlds apart. The greed of having me there in his arms. When he released me he opened the driver side door for me. I shakily got in relieved to have a few moments chance to calm my nerves. He climbs in the passenger side of my small car after placing his forgotten luggage in the trunk. He slides his hand over my shoulders leaving chills in his wake. I smile softly to myself at this intimate gesture. I turn the key hearing the v6 roar to life as he begins to play with my hair neck ears and shoulders, absentmindedly.


The drive wasn’t long to the restaurant. But I had never had one short ride seems so long yet pass by so quickly. With each light touch of his hand I just wanted to melt and forget everything. We felt no need for talking. There would be plenty of time for that over dinner. Right now was time to revel in each others company. To come to terms with the fact we both had held up our end of the bargain and not responded to the flight side of fear. To realize that the relationship we had been founding for months was indeed real and that the other person in the car was not a figment of our imaginations.


We no longer were hidden behind a computer. All of our flaws and misfortunes were out there to see. The questions began to come back again. Would he still like me? Am I what he expected? But now they had new fears in tacked. Will he be what I expected? He is here, will he does he love me? Do I love him? I giggle at that one. Which cause a smile to cross his face as he glances at me for a second. Of course I love him. I loved him before he ever got on that plane to come to me. I loved him when I realized I missed talking to him on the days one of us were not available. I loved the man next to me with all my heart. Everything else I was pondering fell in comparison to this realization. I smiled. I could feel him watching me. His hand on my shoulder stopped being a second thought as I felt him take his hand and run his fingers up and down the back of my neck. I could feel him getting closer. It was as if he knew why I giggled why my sudden explosive happiness. I felt his nose and mouth against my cheek as he nuzzled me. Then kissed a sweet but very worthy kiss on my cheek. I turned in to the parking lot of the restaurant.

Airport chapter one

This is a short story I am writing. I will post the next section shortly.

until the fates let us,
Ali

Meet him at the airport. So here I am. Watching the board for that 5pm flight from JFK. I begin to get nervous. After months of conversations and web chats, here I am. What if he doesn’t like me? He knows EVERYTHING about me, so why do I feel like he knows NOTHING?

I have to get my fight or flight response under control. I know I can still turn tail and run. I know that I can either step forward or back. Stepping back takes me to everything safe. Everything normal and boring. But it is safe. No choices no hard decisions. No option of risking my heart. I could be content, happy even. Yet I would never be satisfied. I would always wonder. Stepping forward. That sends me in to a world of choice and chance. Thrill and adventure. I risk my heart and my soul in this option. I would be content, happy and satisfied. So forward or back? Fight or flight? I laugh forgetting I am in an airport, causing several passer Byers to give me interesting looks. I have no choice in the matter. My heart made my decision for my long ago.

The board changes. one word catches my eye. ARRIVED. Here goes everything and nothing at the same time. I pull out my compact and inspect my wildly curly hair knowing there is nothing I can do for it now. I run my hands down the sides of my silky red shirt then brush the invisible lines and lint of my grey pencil skirt. I walk as close as I can get to the gate.

Watching. Waiting.

There. I see him. I let out the breath I never knew I was holding. The crowd begins to part as I slowly take a patent black stiletto step forward. Each step becomes increasing in pace. I hear the sound of his carry-on dropping to the ground. I feel his hands touch mine, funny I don’t even remember reaching out for him. All I see is his face, the look in his eyes as he takes me in. Like he is surprised I actually came. I feel the world slow, I hear the chatter of the passengers stop. Everything is waiting on us. My eyes flutter closed. I can feel his breath on my skin. His arms close around me. Enfolding me. My hands slide up his arms and around his neck. My fingers weaving into his hair. Kiss. My feet lift off the ground. There is a rushing in my ears. A tingling all over my skin. He tastes like summer after the rain. Sweet like the lavender and honey blend I know he takes in his tea.

I know everyone has stopped and is now staring at us. For once in my life I don’t care. The old women with their husbands and the ones with their groups of girlfriends all lift their hands to their hearts sigh and reminisce to the others “Remember when we were young? So in love? Without a care in the world? ” When we break away we just smile. He takes my hand and we begin to walk. The world still watching begins to come to life again.