A small crowd of families and friends filtered in to meet loved ones. Children ran from window to window squealing "I see Daddy's airplane!". I smiled as I watched, feeling as much excitement as they, but also frustration at having to wait at the end of a hallway that stretched forever.
Finally the monitor changed the plane's status to "IN" and I joined the children at the windows. I knew that I had no way to tell which plane was yours, but it beat pacing. Before long the first of the passengers trickled down the hall and in spite of the fact that my eyes were above most of the crowd, I craned my neck to search.
Grandparents were met with hugs; lovers by passionate kisses; fathers and mothers with smiling faces and feet that just wouldn't stay still. The hallway thinned as the crowds drifted off to the luggage carrousels. But still I hadn't spotted you. I felt the first twinge of concern as I saw the flight crew walking toward me, already planning an evening on the town.
Finally, there you were. Smiling, you walked toward me, your progress like drinking honey through a straw. As you passed through security, you dropped your carry on bag and flew into my arms. Our lips meeting with the pressures of pent up passion and weeks of need.
When we broke our embrace, we were alone. "God, I've missed you, mary!! Let's get your luggage, I can't wait to get to the Inn." I whispered as I breathed deeply of your perfume.
Your suitcase was the only one remaining and we arrived just in time to claim it from the airline's security people. Hand in hand we hurried to the car and as I finished putting your things in the trunk with mine I felt soft hands on my back caressing me gently but urgently. I closed the trunk as those hands wound around my waist, one moving to my chest, the other to the tent in my pants.
I turned in your arms, took your chin in my fingers and lifted your lips to mine once more. This kiss was slower, and spoke of love as well as need. We held each other a few moments more, then parted with a sigh.
The drive to the Woods Hole ferry was a little over an hour and along the way we talked and touched and teased and made plans for the weekend. The rest of the world was forgotten. We boarded the ferry to Martha's Vineyard and found seats on the top deck, forward. It was a beautiful June day and the heat of the sun only added to the fire that burned inside us both. We weren't the only couples locked in each other's arms, but it wouldn't have mattered if we were.
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