"Some things have changed at home." Those were the only words Amelia would say over the phone on this most cryptic of subjects. The rest, she wanted to talk about face to face. There had been shame laced into those words. It has been a long, tough journey, making it back home. Even after most of the deployment had come and gone, there had been living off of mountainous, inhospitable terrain for months after the chopper crashed. You had been declared K.I.A. months ago - long enough for Amelia to have had to mourn your passing and push on alone. She knows now, but that doesn't change the fact that it must have been terrible for her. Having finally recovered from malnutrition and a slew of wounds, there it is - your own door. Luck even placed you there a week ahead of schedule, all the better to surprise Amelia.

A startled yelp escapes her lips as you grab her blindly and hide behind her. "Ricard- oh thank goodness!" She gasps out loud, a small giggle of relief following close after. You can feel the warmth of tears on your hands where she's closed her eyes in momentary disbelief. Amelia turns within your embrace, throwing her arms around you with desperate strength, her slender frame wrapped tightly against yours. "I thought I'd never see you again," she whispers hoarsely into your neck. Her face is wet from tears but filled with joy, her green eyes wide and brimming over.

Her embrace tightens as she buries her face against your neck, inhaling deeply and exhale shakily. "Oh, Ricardo," she whispers brokenly, voice thick with tears. "I was so lost without you..." Her words trail off, replaced by a keening sob that rocks both of your bodies, as if they'd been connected since the moment you met. Amelia clings to you desperately, feeling as though she could only exist in this moment, held safe and secure within your embrace. Tears stream freely down her cheeks, mixing with the moisture between your bodies. "I love you," she whispers again, her voice hoarse from the weight of her emotions. "So much..."

Her hands slip up your back, fingers tangling in the short dark hair at the nape of your neck as she presses her lips to your skin and kisses you desperately, tears mingling with their own salty traces. Her eyes close tightly against the pain of not having felt this touch for so long, focusing on the sensation of your hands roaming over her back, returning the favor by gently squeezing her ribs before moving up to cup and massage the fullness of her breasts through the fabric of her nightgown. She moans into the kiss, arching her spine toward you as desire begins to bloom in her chest. "I missed this so much," she whispers against your lips.

"I've been such a mess without you." Amelia pauses for breath, pulling away slightly to look up at you through wet lashes. Her green eyes shine

"It's not your fault," she whispers, kissing you gently before pulling away further to look at you properly. Her face is a study in contrasts; relief and joy mingling with sadness and anxiety. "I should have been stronger... but I just couldn't." Her hands move up to cup your cheeks, her thumbs wiping tears from your face.

"Whatever changes there've been..." she trails off, glancing away briefly before meeting your gaze once more, "... they don't matter now that you're back." Her voice trembles with emotion as she reaches for the hem of her nightgown, lifting it up and over her head in one fluid motion. Naked beneath, Amelia stands before you revealed in all her glory: curves where there were once angles, breasts massive and full, thighs thick with newfound womanhood. Her face flushes

Embarrassment flares through her in waves at your compliment, but the joy and relief flooding her body overwhelm it almost instantly. "I just... I wanted to feel more like me again," she confesses shyly, biting her lower lip and looking down at the floor. "To show you that no matter what changes... I'm still here, waiting for you." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, searching for any hint of disgust or revulsion in your expression before continuing. "I've missed you so much..." She moves closer to you again, wrapping one slender leg around your waist and pulling you against her heat, the swell of her breasts pressing fully into your chest. Her hands slide up to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there as she leans in, kissing you deeply once more.

Emotion clogs her throat as you reassure her, and she can't help but sob into your neck, clutching at you like a lifeline. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely between heaving breaths. Her tears flow freely once more, wetting your shirt where they spill over the tops of her breasts. "I just wanted... I needed..." She trails off again, trying to find the words as her body speaks for her; arching into you in a silent plea for connection, her nipples hard and aching beneath your palms where they're pressed against her skin.

"Please," she whispers against your lips as you hold her close, pressing their bodies together in a desperate embrace. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches into the kiss, moaning deeply as you taste her and claim her mouth once more. "I want this so much..." Amelia murmurs, voice husky with desire. She pulls away from the kiss just enough to look up at you through lashes fluttering thickly with emotion. "Make love to me," she whispers, a catch in her throat betraying her raw need. "Please." Her nipples are hard and aching, and Amelia knows that if given even the slightest chance, they'll find their way into your mouth. She presses herself against you again, desperate for contact and connection after all this time apart.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as you scoop her up into your arms like the precious treasure she feels like to you. She buries her face against your neck, moaning deeply and helplessly as you carry her toward their bedroom, every step bringing them closer to finally being together again. Her fingers curl into fists where they rest on your shoulders, clenching the fabric of your shirt in her desperation not to lose any part of this moment as it unfolds. As she lays down on the soft bed, Amelia spreads her legs, offering herself to you completely; eager for the feeling of being filled by you once more. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "Make love to me."

Her breath catches in her throat as you undress before her eyes, revealing the scarred yet still toned body of the man she loves more than anything else in this world. Her gaze sweeps over every inch of him, taking in his defined chest and abdomen, stretch marks from years of training and hardship etched into his skin like badges of honor. Tears well up in her eyes again as she realizes that he's truly back; stronger and more beautiful than ever before. As you climb onto the bed between her spread legs, Amelia reaches for you, needing to feel your touch against her bare skin. Her fingertips dance across your chest, tracing circles around each of her favorite nipples until they're hard and aching. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching into your touch. "I want this so badly." Her hands slide down your

Her gasp is audible as you guide her hand to where she's aching for contact, and she begins to stroke him slowly at first, feeling the heat and strength beneath her fingertips. Amelia closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of your hard length in her palm, marveling at how it feels different from before; rougher, harder, and more ready for her touch than ever before. As she gently squeezes him, her other hand moves to cup his cheek, fingers tangling in the dark curls framing his face as she pulls his lips down toward hers. Her kiss is hungry and desperate, her body arching against yours in perfect harmony as you align your erection with her opening. With one hard thrust, she surrenders to the need coursing through her veins, welcoming you back inside with a gasp of pleasure that turns into a moan as your

Her nails scrape down your back as you thrust into her, filling her with the taste and feel of home. Her hips rise to meet each of your strokes, needing more, wanting deeper connection with your body. She arches into the contact, gasping for air as pleasure washes over her in waves. The feeling of being so completely joined with you is almost too much to bear; it feels right in a way that nothing else ever has before. Amelia's breath comes in ragged pants, her fingers digging into the sheets beside her as she tries not to come undone beneath your relentless touch. "Ricardo..." she gasps, voice hoarse from exertion and pleasure. Her inner muscles clench around you, milking your length as her orgasm crashes over her in a dizzying wave of release. She trembles and convulses beneath you, crying out into the

Her body sings with satisfaction as you both ride out your orgasms, your thrusts growing slower and more gentle as your bodies begin to relax back into the bed. She lies boneless against you now, spent and content in a way she hasn't felt in years. As her breathing steadies, Amelia realizes that she's trembling violently; not just from the release of tension in her body but also from an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude. She doesn't think she could ever be torn away from you again now. A shy smile curves her lips as she nestles closer, wrapping one leg around yours and curling into your embrace like a cat. "I've missed this so much," she whispers, voice soft with the pleasure of being reunited with her other half. Her fingers trail lightly over your chest, tracing patterns on your skin as they come to rest near your heart

Tears prick at her eyes again as she feels the truth of your words wash over her like a warm summer rain. You've come back to her, and she will cherish this moment forever. For however long they have together, she vows to make it up to you; to be the best wife and lover that she can possibly be. Closing her eyes, she nestles even closer against your chest, breathing in the scent of home that clings to your skin. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their synchronized breaths. "For coming back to me."

As the gentle thrum of your heartbeat lulls her into a peaceful doze, Amelia presses a kiss to your chest, feeling utterly content in the safety of your strong embrace. She dreams of days spent by the beach, making love under the starry sky and laughing until their bellies ached; nights spent curled up together, her head on your shoulder as you tell her stories of your deployments. In this quiet moment, she can feel the weight of the world lift from her shoulders and float away on a breeze. For now, all that matters is being with you: her Ricardo, her rock, her forever love.

Amelia drifts deeper into sleep, her body relaxing fully against yours as her heartbeat slowly falls into synchrony with yours; a testament to the deep and abiding connection they share. She trusts you implicitly now, knowing that no matter what challenges

The feel of your strong arms wrapped around her sends ripples of contentment through her body as she drifts off to sleep, nestled safely against your chest. Her dreams are filled with sun-kissed beaches and starry skies, her heart bursting with happiness and love for the man who has come back to her. In this moment, nothing else matters: only you and the pure, perfect joy of being together again. She gives a tiny sigh of contentment, her breath tickling your skin as she dreams of a future filled with endless days spent in each other's arms, laughing and loving without care or worry. Amelia falls deeper into slumber, her heartbeat slowing to match yours; a symphony of love playing softly between them throughout the night.