Her

Our First Night

A Short Story

I was waiting on my bags while nervous to pick my phone and tell everyone that I've landed. Why? Well, I was scared I'd accidentally tell this special someone. That way it wouldn't be a surprise anymore if I eventually walked through those doors, haha.
After a bit of waiting, my suitcase rolled around, and now I started feeling nervous. And I felt a bit fatigued from the entire day, it was getting kind of late already as I had landed near 10 in the evening. My thoughts eventually overcame the feeling that I had actually just arrived there, the only thing I remember though was saying to myself that the place reminded me of IKEA...
I just walked into the direction the other people went, couldn't be bothered to follow signs, and all of a sudden I stood in front of a glass door. Apparently, this was the door you were supposed to go through and behind it were people that were waiting for example, and I wasn't prepared at all. I thought I had to walk a bit further so I was still mentally preparing myself for the overwhelming feeling of love I was bound to receive from this significant other. I had my resting face still locked and loaded, ready to fire at anyone that dared to challenge me at this hour.

But there my significant other was. Sitting right there, on a little bench. Her chocolate brown hair danced down on her beige long coat. It could only be her. The moment she laid her eyes on me, I just knew. It couldn't have been anyone else but my girl who sat there waiting for me to arrive.
You got up and started running. And in one graceful movement, you jumped at me and locked your arms and legs around me. That right there was the warmest, most soothing, and downright best hug I've ever gotten in my entire life. The thoughts I had earlier just disappeared, the fatigueness faded into the feeling you get when you get in bed after a long day. Your arms... Home... That's all I can say. I finally got home, after so many years of feeling I was running away from it, right there and then I got home. You, again, saved me.
I'm the type of guy that seeks adventure, but I guess during one of them I got lost, and my own house didn't feel like the place I needed to be. Of course, I had my family and I appreciate and love them so much, but that house felt cold at some point. Nothing special to come home to... Except when there suddenly was something special to come home to. Or someone, in this case.
The thoughts faded eventually as I couldn't breathe anymore. So I tapped out.

We stopped hugging, and I just looked at you. I couldn't believe you were real. And you were so beautiful, too. You looked so much better than in your pictures or videos... My heart dropped once again for you. You, however, avoided eye contact... Why? I got confused and started thinking... Must not be anything special, I thought.
You took my hand and pulled me with you through the airport.
There wasn't much talking, just a bit of mumbling and figuring out where we should actually go. There was a lot of laughing and giggling though.
We eventually arrived at the car after going through some maze they liked to call an airport. But that car ride home wasn't super interesting, except for the part where you held my hand all the way through it. That was very nice, I loved it.
And there we suddenly stood, in the wardrobe, taking off our coats, still giggling. I was just trying to process the fact that I was there and that it wasn't a dream. Took me a while to process that.

We got into the kitchen where you wanted me to taste some stuff. And tasting I did. I got you on the counter, and you smiled at me, making me smile like an absolute idiot. You grabbed my face as I held your waist, and I moved up as you moved down.
Our first kiss was perfect. Your lips as soft as the soothing love you give me. Your kiss as soul melting as I had imagined. There was no better feeling than that first kiss with the girl of my dreams.
I then picked you up and carried you to the couch where I sat down with you on my lap, but we fell backward and you were on top of me instead of just on my lap.
"Oh hello," I said non-chalantly. We giggled and got right back to kissing each other. Slowly slipping a tongue in between our already wet lips. Your breathing got heavier, and so did mine. All those nights we talked about kissing one another like this. All those dreams and thoughts. All those scenarios. And finally, we kissed there on the couch, and it was more perfect than any thought or dream I ever had about it.
The seal of an everlasting bond that was.

We eventually went upstairs. By now we've both realized that we're going to spend the rest of the week together, which also meant sharing the bed. Neither of us had a problem with that. In fact, we had hoped that would happen so that we could cuddle all night long. I took off my hoodie and cargo pants, revealing the pyjamas you bought for me for Christmas to be underneath. I noticed a little smile on your face, and you got undressed as well. Shortly after, we laid in bed. Your head rested on my chest, my arms around you, it was perfect. Everything just felt so safe, comfortable, and right. As if it was meant to be.
I slept not much later. Smiling that I was finally able to hold you tight.

That morning we didn't do much except giggle a lot more, talk for a bit, explain how amazing it felt to finally hold one another. That morning really made me realize how amazing it felt to not have to fantasize anymore. I didn't have to bust my brain trying to figure out how amazing you'd look in my own eyes because you were there. I didn't have to fantasize how it would feel to kiss you, and if I forgot for a second, I could just kiss you again.
You were there, and it was you.
That's what made me feel like I hit the jackpot.
I ain't never going to let you go. Definitely not. I can't wait to hold you again, my everful princess.

I love you.