This is a continuation from my Sadness Fiction post. (I would recommend you read that snippet first)  This is a scene a little further into the Work in Progress.

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Pepper exited the plane and for a moment her heart stopped beating. She froze as wave after wave of fear overtook her gross motor-function. People thumped into her, pushing her in their haste to get into the lobby and meet their loved ones, or friends, or get to wherever the hell they needed to go.

But not her. She stood stalk still, staring blindly at the door as it opened and closed. Her breath coming in short bursts.

“Whoever he is, honey, just open the door. You’ll never know, unless you walk through it.” A soft female voiced whispered from behind her, and then a leggy blonde gently nudged her as she walked over and held the door open. Waiting with an eyebrow arched on a perfectly cherubic face.

Eyes closed, and heart finally thumping again, Pepper forced her feet to move and she marched through the door, only to have a lump wedge in her throat as she caught sight of him standing a few feet away, holding a cardboard sign with her name written on it, and her favorite flowers in his other hand. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, time ebbed and slowed down, her skin flushed with warmth and she watched rapt as he drank her in.

Her bag slipped from her hand and then she was running and launching herself into his outstretched arms. He’d promised her a public display of affection the likes of which the airport had never seen, and by God she was going to get it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and when their skin connected, flesh to flesh, a tingle of electric current pulsed through her haywire system and she relished it.

This. This is what she’d been missing all her life. The sound of flowers and cardboard hitting the ground at her feet made her joy broaden.

He stood taller than she expected, and much larger. His milk chocolate skin begged her to have a taste, and when he caught her in his arms with little effort and hugged her close, she pressed into him and sighed deep from the bottom of her heart. She let her head rest on his strong shoulder, lips turned to his throat as she breathed him in, her heart and mind quieting down by just finally being in his presence.

Pepper pulled her head back as his arms tightened around her like steel bands. She wanted to stare into his eyes for the first time up close and personal. He’d always hid his eyes, and if she were honest, it bothered her, but not right now. Not when his big, full lips hovered so close to hers she could taste his breath.  He smelled like cinnamon, and his eyes were the color of dark, raw, wildflower honey.  Millimeters separated their lips and the moment was suspended by lost time and a torrent of emotions flashing through her body.

He reached up and touched her face with the pads of his fingers, before cupping her cheek in one large palm. She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheek into his hand just like the cat she was.  She could hear his heart racing in time with hers, and suddenly her only fear was not being able to finally kiss him. To finally know what his soft lips would feel like moving against hers. Would he ravish her, or would he be sweet? Would he caress her with his tongue before plunging into her heat? Would he—

The wet tip of his tongue traced her lower lip and she quit wondering as an explosion set across her skin, imploring her to find more of the exquisite sensation. She opened her mouth on a gasping moan and he sealed his mouth over hers with firm, yet tender pressure, his tongue slowly slipping inside to coax hers into playing.