scifilover
10-25-2014, 07:57 PM
[This story is less extreme than my last, because it is one that I am actually thinking about following through with it with my girlfriend! :) Real life sort of experience, as I imagine it. Just a sort of disclosure in case any of you were looking forward to something extra heavy. This one is not. :)]
My heart thumped so hard that I thought it would pop out of my chest as I waited for you at the airport arrivals lobby. I held up my poster with your name on it. It read "Jennifer W. Welcome home!" I watched the television monitor like a hawk, waiting to see your beautiful face, those mahogany eyes and your long, brown hair. We have been together for 3 years, having met in graduate school. Though, for the last few months I have been a raving lunatic, and you have let me know it.
Suddenly I see you. You are wearing the baggy old university hoody that you always wear traveling. I don't blame you. It is a day long flight from South Korea, where you have been living and teaching for the past year and a half. I am overjoyed when I see you. You walk off of the screen and my heart beats faster as I wait to see you turn around the corner.
You walk into view and I almost jump for joy. It is all I can do not to jump up and down like a kid. I raise the sign high above my head, knowing that the lobby is quite packed. You smile big as you hurry towards it, and me. When you pass the line, I run up to you, throwing my arms around you, pulling you into a hug. I kiss you, and when you pull out of the kiss you see the tears running down my cheeks.
"Baby, why are you crying?", you ask as you raise your hand to wipe the salty tears off of my cheeks.
"I didn't know if this would ever happen. Let's face it, I am horrible long distance."
I notice your face as you think over your response. You're not quite sure what to say. I have been a jack ass recently, but you are so happy to finally hold me in your arms that you don't quite want to concur.
"Baby, it is the truth. I haven't exactly been a good boyfriend. In fact, I have been a pretty bad one. You almost broke it off twice since I visited in May! I am just so happy that you are here. I am going to change, I promise. Just please stay!", I say, as more tears fall down my cheeks.
You remain silent, gathering your thoughts.
"Did you think I ever stopped loving you, even when I said I hated you?", you finally say.
"The thought crossed my mind once or twice. Hate is a strong word, and you were yelling. But I tried to keep my faith, like you told me to."
"It hasn't exactly been easy, but you pulled through. I asked you to grow up, to get a hold of yourself, and you did. I'm proud of you."
"Demanded is more like it", I add.
"I love you, Mr. B", you say as you kiss me on the lips, ignoring my remark. You grin as you pull away. "Looks like someone else has missed me too."
I blush. "Sorry, Jenn. It has been six months..."
"It's ok. Just cover it up. There we go. Now, let's head to the car."
We walk back to my car, which is parked right on the ground floor of the large, multi-level garage. You pull off your hoody, while I try to be covert about checking out your large, delicious pair hidden in the confines of your purple vneck tshirt. I fail, and you grin and laugh.
"Checking out the goods, I see", you say, as you walk up to me as I close the trunk, having placed your luggage inside.
"Guilty as charged. What can I say, I do like a nice pair of boobs". You smile at me in reply. It is times like this I wish I could read your mind. I imagine you are thinking something along the lines of: 'you are such a perv, but I love you.'
I drive you back to my place, where we spend the night watching old movies on the couch, cuddled up together. As you requested, we aren't having sex. You asked me to respect your wish, as you were jet lagged and tired from your travels. I hold you close.
"You're holding me a bit tight there, Tigger", you say, as you release some of the pressure of my grip. I smile at the sound of my pet name.
"I just don't want to lose you", I say.
"You're not going to cry again, are you?", you ask.
"I'm trying not to."
"Good, because you're only allowed a few good cries a week, and I'm only here for one. So, why don't you grow a pair and let us continue to enjoy our night."
I gulp. I thought I had grown accustomed to your bluntness, but apparently I need to get used to it when we are face to face. Your expression is not one of anger or even frustration, just a calm, sincere look of 'for heaven sake, man. We have established we are in love. I am here, cuddled up to you on your couch. Can you please get back to being a man?'
I gaze into your eyes.
"I have a pair, and a fairly nice one at that. In fact, I don't recall you complaining before."
You respond with an expression I know all to well. Roughly translated it means 'shut up now, while you're still sleeping in the bed tonight.' I wisely shut my mouth and go back to watching Princess Bride.
My heart thumped so hard that I thought it would pop out of my chest as I waited for you at the airport arrivals lobby. I held up my poster with your name on it. It read "Jennifer W. Welcome home!" I watched the television monitor like a hawk, waiting to see your beautiful face, those mahogany eyes and your long, brown hair. We have been together for 3 years, having met in graduate school. Though, for the last few months I have been a raving lunatic, and you have let me know it.
Suddenly I see you. You are wearing the baggy old university hoody that you always wear traveling. I don't blame you. It is a day long flight from South Korea, where you have been living and teaching for the past year and a half. I am overjoyed when I see you. You walk off of the screen and my heart beats faster as I wait to see you turn around the corner.
You walk into view and I almost jump for joy. It is all I can do not to jump up and down like a kid. I raise the sign high above my head, knowing that the lobby is quite packed. You smile big as you hurry towards it, and me. When you pass the line, I run up to you, throwing my arms around you, pulling you into a hug. I kiss you, and when you pull out of the kiss you see the tears running down my cheeks.
"Baby, why are you crying?", you ask as you raise your hand to wipe the salty tears off of my cheeks.
"I didn't know if this would ever happen. Let's face it, I am horrible long distance."
I notice your face as you think over your response. You're not quite sure what to say. I have been a jack ass recently, but you are so happy to finally hold me in your arms that you don't quite want to concur.
"Baby, it is the truth. I haven't exactly been a good boyfriend. In fact, I have been a pretty bad one. You almost broke it off twice since I visited in May! I am just so happy that you are here. I am going to change, I promise. Just please stay!", I say, as more tears fall down my cheeks.
You remain silent, gathering your thoughts.
"Did you think I ever stopped loving you, even when I said I hated you?", you finally say.
"The thought crossed my mind once or twice. Hate is a strong word, and you were yelling. But I tried to keep my faith, like you told me to."
"It hasn't exactly been easy, but you pulled through. I asked you to grow up, to get a hold of yourself, and you did. I'm proud of you."
"Demanded is more like it", I add.
"I love you, Mr. B", you say as you kiss me on the lips, ignoring my remark. You grin as you pull away. "Looks like someone else has missed me too."
I blush. "Sorry, Jenn. It has been six months..."
"It's ok. Just cover it up. There we go. Now, let's head to the car."
We walk back to my car, which is parked right on the ground floor of the large, multi-level garage. You pull off your hoody, while I try to be covert about checking out your large, delicious pair hidden in the confines of your purple vneck tshirt. I fail, and you grin and laugh.
"Checking out the goods, I see", you say, as you walk up to me as I close the trunk, having placed your luggage inside.
"Guilty as charged. What can I say, I do like a nice pair of boobs". You smile at me in reply. It is times like this I wish I could read your mind. I imagine you are thinking something along the lines of: 'you are such a perv, but I love you.'
I drive you back to my place, where we spend the night watching old movies on the couch, cuddled up together. As you requested, we aren't having sex. You asked me to respect your wish, as you were jet lagged and tired from your travels. I hold you close.
"You're holding me a bit tight there, Tigger", you say, as you release some of the pressure of my grip. I smile at the sound of my pet name.
"I just don't want to lose you", I say.
"You're not going to cry again, are you?", you ask.
"I'm trying not to."
"Good, because you're only allowed a few good cries a week, and I'm only here for one. So, why don't you grow a pair and let us continue to enjoy our night."
I gulp. I thought I had grown accustomed to your bluntness, but apparently I need to get used to it when we are face to face. Your expression is not one of anger or even frustration, just a calm, sincere look of 'for heaven sake, man. We have established we are in love. I am here, cuddled up to you on your couch. Can you please get back to being a man?'
I gaze into your eyes.
"I have a pair, and a fairly nice one at that. In fact, I don't recall you complaining before."
You respond with an expression I know all to well. Roughly translated it means 'shut up now, while you're still sleeping in the bed tonight.' I wisely shut my mouth and go back to watching Princess Bride.