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.