Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language.
I sat in the Oslo airport anxiously and glanced at my watch. Three minutes. They felt like an eternity, 180 seconds to last a lifetime. My legs crossed and uncrossed. Shoulders tensed and relaxed. Foot tapped the ground in an uneven rhythm. Fingers of my right hand played with the ring on my left. Breath came in and out unevenly. Thoughts raced by, beyond the speeds of comprehension.
I checked my watch again. One minute. I stood shakily, my legs weak with anticipation. My hands were clenched tightly at my chest, in an effort to still them but instead allowing me to feel my own rapid heartbeat.
A figure emerged from the private gate, tall and lanky, but with considerable muscle. His movements were all timid, as if he were afraid he would break something. Tired but highly alert eyes peeked out from a mess of brown hair, searching the open area for someone.
The eyes locked on me, making my heart race with itself and paralyzing my body. Rapidly, though slowly at the same time, the figure crossed the space between us and wrapped its well-muscled arms around me. When it pulled me close, its eyes released me from their spell, and I melted into the warm body.
When the figure used his voice, it used a high and slightly boyish tone. “You look gorgeous.”
I blushed deeply. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
He took a deep breath, and it seemed like he was trying to restrain himself. After a couple seconds, however, he muttered “Fuck it,” and pulled me into him before pressing his pillow-like lips to mine.
As our lips danced together the tango they knew oh so well, everything fell into place. Everything that neither of us could say was in that kiss, the I love yous, the whys, the I need yous. The urgency and passion, the relaxation and coolness, the complete contradiction that we were, it was all summed up in those few seconds.
I pulled away to catch my breath, and Asher ran his fingers over my lips. “You’re even more beautiful now than you were last time I saw you, and you were a goddess then.”
I blushed deeply in the way only he could make me. “You look good too.”
He shook his head and held me to him. “Not even close to how beautiful you look.”
I blushed, and then inhaled deeply, trying to breathe in every last bit of his scent. “It’s an hour’s drive to my house.”
“I don’t care.”
I smiled softly and pulled away, causing him to whine softly. I reached over and took his hand, and he smiled again. “Let’s get going, yeah?”
He nodded, and I led him out to my car after we found his bags. As I slid into the driver’s seat, he slid into the passenger’s, and once again took my hand.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered, kissing my hand.
“Leaving you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” I whispered back. “Every day I thought about you and missed you and wanted you.”
“I’m here now, and we never have to be apart again,” he assured me, squeezing my hand.
I smiled as I drove. “I’m guessing you’ve heard my album.”
“It’s all I’ve listened to.”
“I’m also guessing that you were able to pick out which song was about you.” I bit my lip.
“If Only?” he asked, rubbing circles on the back of my hand to soothe me in the way he always had.
I nodded, wishing I could curl up on his lap so badly. Asher seemed to sense this and smiled at me. “We’ll be home soon, love.”
The restrained term of endearment sounded foreign on his lips. He never called me love, it was always something more personal, more deep. However, with both of us unsure of where we stood in our relationship, it was one of the only ones he felt comfortable using.
“I want to be home now, though,” I whined.
His soft laugh filled my car. “I know.”
“When we get there, we, um, need to talk,” I sighed.
“I’d rather we just forget and go back to how things were.”
He smiled widely, a deep, genuine smile that the world rarely saw from him anymore. “God I love you.”
I smiled. “I love you too.”
We rode in silence the rest of the drive, stealing shy glances at each other and giggling when the other caught us. When we arrived at my house, we noticed that the other Range Rover was gone, so we entered and carried his bags up to my room before curling up on my bed.
The first thing he did was kiss me, deeply but also sweetly. “I love you so goddamn much, Lauren,” he whispered against my lips.
I blushed and buried my face in his neck, his familiar flannel and old-book smell the same after all this time. “I’m so sorry for everything,” I whimpered.
“It’s in the past, princess. No need to worry.”
“All that matters is what we do from today on. I’m sure you did what you had to.”
I sighed. “Can’t you just let me be sorry for hurting you?”
“No, because now that you’re back the damage’s been repaired. There’s nothing to be sorry about.” He ran his hands through my hair, pausing occasionally to play with certain strands.
Tears welled in my eyes as I pressed my lips to his neck softly. “How are you so perfect?”
He hummed in content and lifted my chin so that our eyes met. “I’m not, princess, but you are.”
I shook my head, and he pressed his lips to mine before I could argue. Pulling away, he smirked. “You never won an argument against me, and you never will.”
I giggled. “Good to know nothing has changed.”
“Absolutely nothing, princess. Absolutely nothing.”