I started feeling better, lying on the couch under a blanket. The front door opened, and then Adam walked into the living room. I jumped up and hugged him, and we kissed, and said hello. He said hello to Ralph, who had been taking a nap and who woke up startled but happy when his master began petting him. I lay back down on the couch with my laptop. After a few minutes, my husband came over and covered me with a deep, lingering, warm kiss, grabbing the laptop and putting it on the coffee table. His arms went around me and the kiss deepened, and everything that had been away during those thirteen days came rushing at us. He put one arm under my knees, scooped me up, and carried me all the way upstairs to the bedroom, where he flung me onto the bed, shut the door, and came down on top of me with another furiously deep kiss.
And from that, of course, came the frantic flinging of clothes, the desperate writhing of bodies that hadn't seen each other in almost two weeks, the intensely thrilled cries that echoed the raw desire which had been sorely missed.
I feel much better now.
Afterwards, as we lay entwined, he held the underside of his wrist to my nose and I smelled an essential oil that worked incredibly well with his skin. There is a shelf of oil vials on the wall behind the bed, and we played "guess the scent" until he revealed Orange Blossom. I discovered that orange blossom works very well with me, too. And here I thought I prefered vanilla and fruits. Okay, another signature scent. Orange Blossom water is a wonderful aromatic toner, so I will pick some up soon. I am very very pleased that Adam has found a scent that works for him. He is very picky about personal fragrances.
One day, he says, we will run off to Ushuaia for a vacation. He wants to say that he ran off to the end of the world with his wife.
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