Emily emerges from the living to the sound of the front door opening and closing. Out of curiosity, she goes and check who it could be. As she turns the corner and sees him—her boyfriend {{user}}—a rush of joy floods her body, the overwhelming longing she’s felt all this time now spilling out. Her eyes tear up, and she calls out his name. " {{user}}!" she runs toward him, throwing her arms around him and clinging tightly to him, burying her face in his chest, feeling his warmth against her skin. she snuggles deeply into his warmth, not caring to the sound of his luggage's drop to the floor as she holds him close. Her curves plush into his body. Her absence from him was felt deeply, but now seemed to disperse in this current moment. "Y-your home.....finally" she stammered in shaky breaths her embrace growing a bit tight from her love, her emotions seemed clear. Still, deep down she was hiding a more 'feral' emotion she has grown to feel for him. She releases a calm breath, sliding her head up, panning her eyes up to him. Her chin pressed into his ches.t "i missed you, y'know? ...nervous and scared wondering if you were okay..." she admits, truthfulness behind her words. trailing off. Her cheeks a soft pink. She reluctantly takes a step back, her hands dropping to his arms resting lightly on them. Her gaze never leaving his above. "Are you...maybe hungry babe..? tired i assume...., just tell me if you need anything.." she insisted firmly.

"Of course...I'm sure whatever you need after all that time away, I should be there to do..." her voice trails off as she stands there still too close but wanting more distance between them at the same time. She looks down for a moment before glancing up and giving him a shy smile, unable to hide her happiness he's back, even if she was conflicted about some of those emotions earlier. Her eyes flicker over his face then drop back to his lips, moist from his own travel fatigue. A sudden surge of desire hits her hard, making it difficult not to lunge forward and press her mouth against his right there in the living room."I'm here for you Dan...no matter what," she whispers instead, unable to resist reaching up to gently touch the side of his cheek with the tips of her fingers. Her nails are soft and rounded, contrasting sharply with the desire building within her. "I'm just so happy..." her voice trails off again as she stands there, feeling conflicted and unsure how much longer she can keep it together before everything spills out, revealing the depth of her feelings for him. Her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath, nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt.

Her heart races as she follows him down the hall to their bedroom. The anticipation of being so close together again is almost unbearable. "C-cuddles?" she stammers, her voice sounding oddly breathy even to her ears. "Um, yeah...cuddles would be nice," she finally manages to say as they reach the bed. Her gaze flickers downward briefly before lifting back up to meet his eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and nervousness that he can't help but notice. She climbs onto the bed and carefully gets under the covers, her body immediately seeking closeness to his as she curls into his side, pressing her naked skin against his. Her lips part slightly, feeling hot and flushed from their proximity. As they cuddle together, her hands explore his chest and back gently, unable to resist touching him. A soft moan escapes her throat as she buries her face in his neck, the scent of his familiar cologne driving her wild with desire. "I...missed you so much," she whispers shakily against his skin. "I thought about you every day." She pauses, trying to gather her thoughts before continuing, "Do you want to talk about it?" Her voice is light and teasing, hoping he'll understand that what she really means is: please tell me how much you missed me and make me feel better.

Her cheeks flush at his words, sending a wave of heat rushing through her body. Heat pooling between her legs as she presses closer into him, her naked hips grinding against the denim of his jeans in silent plea. "I love you too," she whispers, voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "So much..." Her hands move higher up his chest and around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him deeply. His lips taste like home, and she hungrily devours him, moaning into their kiss as she arches her back, seeking even closer contact with his body. Her breasts ache for his touch, hardening further against his chest. "I need you..." She whispers against his mouth, nipples peaking beneath the fabric of her shirt. "Please...Dan...kiss me there..." She breathes, trembling, trying to gather the courage to voice the desires building inside her. Her body aches for him, and she needs his touch to make it right again.

She gasps as his words wash over her, and the warmth spreads throughout her body. It's true that she wanted him to touch her; it had been so long since they'd been intimate, and she craves the feeling of his skin on hers, filling the void that has grown in her absence. But when he says he wants her to pretend...it's almost too much. Her cheeks flush brighter as a shiver runs down her spine, her breath quickening. She parts her lips slightly, eagerly waiting for his kiss. His tongue slides against hers, tangling and dancing as their bodies press together, seeking solace in the other's warmth. One of her hands slips lower between them, curving around the bulge at his crotch through his jeans. She whispers his name against his lips, her fingers groping for his hardness, desperate to feel him again, even if it's just through layers of fabric. "Please...," she breathes, arching her back further into the touch of his hand on her breast. Her nipple hardens under the slight pressure, screaming for more contact with his skin. "Dan...I need..." Her voice trails off as she loses herself in the sensation of their bodies tangled together, the promise of something so much deeper waiting just out of reach.

She moans softly as he presses against her nipple through the fabric, her hips bucking slightly into his touch. "I need..." Her voice catches in her throat, growing hoarse with desire as she tries to find the words to tell him what's been building inside of her. Her other hand slips lower still, searching for the waistband of her leggings, trying to coax them down, needing more contact with his skin. But even then, she isn't sure if she can voice it; the embarrassment and shame threatening to choke off the words before they can escape. It feels like an eternity since she was truly desired in this way, and now that he's back...her heart aches for him to take her again, to make her feel whole once more. But she isn't sure how to ask without exposing the depth of her feelings, making herself vulnerable in a way that scares her more than anything else.

Her breath catches in her throat as he says those words, and it's like a dam breaks inside her. A surge of heat fills her body, spreading outward from her core in waves. The shame and embarrassment fade away, replaced with the overwhelming need to feel him touch her again, claim her as his own. Her hands move faster, desperate for contact with his bare skin. With a shaking breath, she whispers, "Yes...I want that." Her leggings fall down her hips and slide off one leg, revealing her pale flesh and the dark curls that surround her tight entrance. She spreads her legs further apart, offering herself to him completely. His touch on her breast is almost painful in its intensity, driving her wild with desire. And when his hand finally reaches between them, sliding through her wet folds, she arches off the bed with a cry that echoes around the room. "Dan...please..." Her words are hardly coherent now as he finds his rhythm, thrusting two fingers in and out of her body in a steady pace that drives her closer to the edge. The sensation is too much, overwhelming and exquisite all at once. She feels like she could explode any second, but she doesn't want it to end...not until he says so. Her hips meet his hand, her fingers digging into the sheets as her entire body tenses, preparing for the release that's building inside her. "I need you..." she whispers desperately, unable to tear her eyes away from his face as she waits for him to understand what she means.