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Another two weeks had passed; only one more week until Chris was coming home. He seemed to be pretty mellow about you now since he gave you the ring. He would still flirt with you, but it was pretty mild; friendly. You were beyond excited for him to get home and so was he; even more so than you. He didn't have the circle of friends with him there, like you did while he was gone. He was pretty damn home sick by now.
You were reading and having tea in the living room at Nat's one Saturday afternoon. You were already in comfy attire, ready to stay in for the evening in the thigh high socks and the cardigan Chris gave you for Christmas, one of Chris's black t-shirts underneath. The socks came to a several inches above the knee. The t-shirt's length was about mid thigh and the cardigan just long enough to leave a few inches of exposed skin between it and the socks' top hems. Your legs were curled on the couch to your side, covered in a fluffy lap blanket.
It was late enough that the sun was starting to going down and it would soon be dinner time. Nat was rushing around the house getting ready as her and Bruce were going to go to an early movie and then dinner. She came galloping down the stairs in her bra and jeans, "(Y/N), have you seen my teal sweater?"
You looked over your shoulder up at her, squinting in thought, then answered, "You wore it just two days ago, then did laundry yesterday,", you pointed, "it's probably still in the dryer."
"Shit.", she muttered. "It's gonna be all wrinkled." She headed for the laundry room through the kitchen.
You called after her, "Throw a damp washcloth in with it and run it for 10 minutes and the wrinkles'll come out!"
"Cool! Thanks!" She shouted back. After a moment she passed the back of the couch again to head upstairs, still in her bra.
Once they had left you read for about another hour before the doorbell rang. Nat had asked if you would be home for the night so her sister could drop off some DVDs she had borrowed. When you opened the door, there he stood.
Your heart stopped and your breath caught. Your face lit up like the Fourth of July. You beamed brightly and he returned a huge grin as you shrieked and threw your arms around his neck to hug him, "OH MY GOD, CHRIS!"
"Hey, sweetheart.", he chuckled, hugging you back tightly.
When you had lifted your arms, the t-shirt and cardigan had hiked up and you could feel the cold winter air chilling your legs and traveling upwards while you embraced in the open doorway. You pulled back, still smiling and took a step behind you to invite him in, "Come in." He took few steps inside and couldn't stop smiling at you as you closed the door. You hugged around his middle this time, head against his chest, taking in his scent. God, finally, the real thing!
He wrapped his arms around you securely and put his cheek on your head, "I missed you so much, (Y/N)."
"Are you home now or just visiting?"
"I'm home, hon.", he kissed to top of your head before replacing his cheek to your head.
You squeezed him harder almost wanting to cry, "Ugh, God. I'm so glad. I missed you like crazy."
After a beat he took one step back, released you and surveyed what you were wearing, cocking an eyebrow, "Well, look at you." Seeing you for the first time in damn near three months and you were wearing the gifts he'd given you. It warmed his heart. And they way you looked in those things was very inticing indeed. You smiled shyly as his gaze became intense and then he squinted at your midsection, "Is that my shirt?"
You nodded, "Yeah,", you huffed out a small chuckle. "I've been wearing them a lot."
He nodded and pulled up one side of his mouth in a closed, half smile. His face then relaxed. He gently grasped just the fingertips of your left hand hanging near your side. Your fingertips were all that was exposed, since your cardigan sleeves were so long. As he lifted your hand, his eyes glanced into yours and then back to your hand. Your heart started beating faster; you knew what he was doing. His other hand came to grasp your sleeve and pull it back off your hand... and there on your finger was the ring he had given you.
His eyes met yours again. His chest heaved exaggeratedly once as he took a full, deep breath in extreme relief, but his brows pulled together in the center almost in disbelief. You smiled softly at him and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, still holding the rest of his expression.
His gaze then became fierce, but loving; dominant, but gentle. He wrapped his arm around your back, the fingers of his other hand slipping into your hair at the nape of your neck. He leaned in, gently pulling you against him, his breath heavier now and he rested his forehead against yours. Your heart was racing, your own breath quickened and your hands had come to rest tucked between the two of you on his chest. His and your eyes were both closed when he murmured softly, "My baby."
Your stomach fluttered at the tender way he staked a claim to you. Keeping the contact with his forehead, you turned your head slightly, letting out a sharp sigh then rolling your head back to where it had been. You started to tremble and whispered back, "Yes."
He let out a breath he was holding, his face strained, his heart swelled and he felt like it could explode. He was happier than he could ever remember being in his life... You were finally his.
His lips found yours and you parted your own lips as his arms surrounded you and he gave you several light and soft open-mouthed kisses which you willingly returned. Your insides tightened, one of your hands gently grasping the back of his neck while the other gripped his shoulder. His tongue entered your mouth gingerly, then teased your own with firm, gentle strokes. You let out a sigh of whimper against his kiss, causing him to let out a whisper of a restrained groan. But his restraint didn't last long. He turned you both around and pinned you against the door, his pace and pressure increasing as he pressed his body into you.
He broke the kiss and his fiery eyes bore into you as he gently stroked your cheek with curled fingers, his voice low and deep, "I love you, (Y/N). So much. I always have."
Your heart skipped a beat as you stared back into his eyes and let out a whimper of a sob. "I love you, Chris."
Still pressed against you, he took off his coat quickly and tossed it aside. His mouth crashed into yours and he took it hungrily now. He lifted you swiftly, and spun around, putting one hand around your back and the other still under your thigh. The speed of his actions took you buy surprise. Your legs clutched around his waist quickly as your hands held onto him tighter and you let out a barely audible yelp.
As he started for the couch, he chuckled against your neck, giving it a soft, little lick punctuated by a gentle sucking kiss in the same spot. You were already becoming subdued by his arousing actions as he spoke, his voice gruff, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I won't let you fall."
You could only moan quietly in response at his soft mouth touching you so amazingly, both your hands now in his hair as he layed you down on the couch and settled himself over you. He nuzzled the other side of you neck and gave you tender kisses there, supporting himself on one elbow, his hand under your upper back. His other hand gripped your side tightly and squeezed while you had an arm hooked around his neck and the other gripping his shoulder as you whimpered. You could feel a coiling in your lower belly already and you couldn't help but move your hips slightly under him.
He let out a short throaty growl against your skin in response to your little noise and movement, "God, (Y/N). You're driving me crazy already." He gave your neck one more soft open mouthed kiss and pulled back to look at you; nothing but love in his eyes. He stroked your cheek as you spoke.
"Take me home, Chris."
He smiled softly and kissed your lips once, "How about a date first?"