It's been too long since we've seen each other. When I heard you knock on the door, I almost ran through the house to get there. You were standing on the porch, weary and sore, ready to be done with driving. I smile and reach out, hugging you. As we lean back from each other, I look over and see that your son's still in his car seat -- oblivious to the world at this time of night. I smile at you and tell you to go to the couch.
I shift to the side so you can walk through, and I can see the relieved smile fade into the dark as you get farther into the house. Making sure that you're okay, I stride out into the driveway and pull the little guy out of the car. Cradling him, I walk back to the house and go into the guest room. I put him down and make sure he's taken care of before I close the door and walk out into the living room.
You're lying back on the couch, your shoes already thrown to the side. I'd swear that you were sleeping, but I know your habit of downing energy shots and Coke whenever you have to drive. I quietly move up to the cushions and squat down, crossing my legs and sitting on the floor near you. Somewhere in the motion, I make enough sound that you turn and look at me. "Hi, you."
I can't help but smile and I lean forward and kiss you gently before I sit back and answer. "Hello to you, too. You look tired." Even as I'm saying it, I can see the glint in your eye and the quick glance away from my eyes and down my face and body. I can almost make out the smirk you make when I can tell that you've noticed how much weight I've lost. Your hand slips out and you lift up the bottom of my shirt enough to where you can look and see how much 'less' there is of me.
I laugh and you can tell I'm a little embarrassed -- but pleased that you noticed. I stand up, forcing you to let go of the shirt and it drops back below my beltline. You keep watching my eyes and I can tell that you want to razz me, but instead you reach out for my hand and I pull you up off the couch.
Suddenly standing up in front of me, you wrap your arms around me and kiss me again. I stop turning and instead hold you against me. I'm normally the goofy one, but this time, you're the first one to open up. When our lips part, you lower your head and rest your forehead against my shoulder. It's quiet, but I can hear the emotion in your voice when I hear you say "I've missed you."
I put my finger under your chin and lift up, kissing you softly before pulling back and smiling at you. "Come on, you've got to be tired. Let's go lie down." You smile and nod, and we let go of each other and walk back to the bedroom. I sneak a look into the guest room, then smile reassuringly at you before closing the door.
You sit down before I finish closing the door to our bedroom. The light coming in from the window is the only way we can see, but I can tell that you're still smiling at me. I step up and keeping your eyes with mine, I undo the few buttons of your shirt and then reach down and pull up. You're relaxed enough that your arms almost fall through the sleeves. I set the shirt down on the chair near the wall and raise my eyebrow, smiling when I notice that you aren't wearing a bra. Still smiling, I lean in and start kissing.
I push hard enough that you let yourself fall back against the mattress. I stop kissing you because I don't want to end up falling on top of you. Putting a hand out, I hold myself up for a moment before dropping back down and kissing you again.
I stand up straight and kneel down near your feet and pull your socks off. Throwing them out of the way, I stand and slide your jeans down off your legs. They end up with the shirt, and when I turn back to you, I grin because I notice that you're not wearing any panties, either.
"Were you in a hurry?" I joke. Your knee rises up against my groin and I gulp as you say "Not yet, but you're behind." Taking the hint, I pull my shirt up and off, not even noticing where it ends up. A moment later and my pants and socks are pushed off and left resting on the floor. Your fingers tease at the top of my underwear before I slide those off as well.
I walk around, pulling at one of your legs so you turn with me. As you straighten out on the bed, I climb up from the foot of the bed and crawl over you. Even in the dim light, I see your eyes glance downward before you smile a little wider. Your knee lifts up again and I can feel the pressure as you push up against me.
I put my knees on either side of your hips and lower my lips to yours. As I kiss you, I slide one hand through your hair, brushing it softly. As I lift away, you smirk. "I'm not _that_ tired yet ..." and your voice drifts off, leaving the suggestion in the air.
I kiss you again, but instead of pulling away this time, I kiss your cheek. Then your neck. I bite on your earlobe, then lick down the side of your neck as you sigh. I keep holding myself up with one hand, but I use the other to squeeze your breast.
Shifting, I lick down your neck to your chest. My hand that was touching you moves farther down the mattress and my other hand, now freed up, goes to your arm. My fingers slide down your skin, then to your side and back up. I know that at other times, if I brush my fingertips along your side, you may giggle -- but right now, you're focused on other things and you continue to sigh and adjust, getting even more comfortable.