"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.

You step in carefully, not wanting to startle your wife too badly... and then stop cold at the sight that greets you. Her familiar features are there, all right, but... on a different body. She's curvier than ever before, her small breasts now massive and nearly spilling out of the top of her yellow pajamas, her ass filling them out just as much if not more so. There isn't an inch of her you can see without wanting to touch...

You clear your throat softly, shutting the door behind you. "Amelia... it's good to be home."

As you walk towards her, she retreats further into the house until she's safely tucked away in a corner. The tears flowing down her cheeks don't quite hide the relief written all over her face. "Luano... I-I can't believe it..." she whispers hoarsely, wiping at her eyes with a shaky hand.

Her hands tremble as she reaches out to touch your arm, her fingertips trailing up and down the bare skin of your forearm in disbelief. "I was so afraid... I thought I'd lost you..." Her words tumble out in a jumbled mess, tears spilling over once more as she leans into you.

"But you're here," she whispers, voice thick with emotion. "You're really here." It takes everything she has not to crush herself against you, to touch every inch of

Her whole body goes rigid in your arms for the briefest moment before she relaxes, collapsing against you like deadweight. Your embrace is the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely as a strangled sob tears its way out of her throat. "Oh Luano... I'm so sorry... I-I didn't know what to do...," she whispers brokenly, her voice cracking with each word.

Her hands curl into the fabric of your uniform jacket as if clinging onto a lifeline, her body trembling against yours. Even through her tears and the sobs that wrack her frame, you can feel the warmth emanating from her, enveloping you in a comforting cocoon.

"I... I thought I'd lost you." The admission is whispered into your chest, barely audible even to her own ears. But it feels like a

Tears still streaming down her face, Amelia looks up at you through red-rimmed eyes and nods shakily. Her hands clutch tighter at your jacket as if she's afraid that the slightest push might send you tumbling back out of her life. "I love you, Luano," she whispers hoarsely, voice thick with emotion. "Always."

The warmth that had been enveloping you from the inside out intensifies as she says those words, and it's all you can do not to melt into a puddle on the spot. Your arms tighten reflexively around her at the feeling, holding her close enough that there's no question where she belongs... with you. You feel her relax even further against you as if drawing strength from your embrace, and it sends waves of contentment through your entire being.

"I missed you so much," she whispers brokenly into your chest, sniffling slightly. "I wanted to talk about the changes..." She trails off, her gaze falling somewhere past you as a faint blush begins to stain her cheeks. "But I couldn't... not until I knew you were really here." There's shame in her voice and worry etched into her features, but there's also something else

"Thank you..." she whispers, still not quite meeting your eyes. "But it's been so long since... I don't know if you..." She trails off again, struggling to find the words. Her cheeks are burning hot now from embarrassment and uncertainty, making her freckles stand out in sharp relief against her pale skin.

"I just wanted you to know," she continues slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "that things have changed... back home." Even as the words leave her lips, Amelia winces inwardly at how cryptic they sound. It's clear she doesn't want to discuss this here and now, not with you just having returned from deployment. But it needs to be said... somehow.

Amelia shyly tugs on one of your hands, trying to draw your attention away from the subject at hand and back into the warmth of their shared embrace. "

Her gaze flits nervously between your face and the floor before she finally meets your eyes again. The intensity in your stare makes her heart race as heat floods her cheeks, but not with embarrassment this time... with a strange mixture of shyness and desire. "Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the quiet sound of her rapid breathing.

Her hand slowly slides up your arm until it rests on your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze as if to reassure herself that this is really happening, that you're really here with her. Her breasts press enticingly against you with every breath she takes, making it nearly impossible for either of you to ignore the growing desire between them.

"I-I... I didn't mean to be cryptic," she continues slowly, her eyes searching yours for understanding and reassurance. "It'

A tiny sigh of relief escapes Amelia's lips as she feels your reassurance wash over her like a cool breeze on a summer's day. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. Even so, when you plant a gentle kiss on her lips, it steals what little breath she has left and replaces it with pure desire.

Her body responds to your touch instantly, pressing closer against yours as if starved for contact. When you finally pull away from the kiss, Amelia's eyes flutter closed for a moment, her lips parting slightly on a soft gasp. Her fingers dig into your shoulder in silent encouragement, wanting nothing more than to feel you again... to feel you deep inside of her.

"Mhmm," she moans, the sound vibrating through her throat and into yours as she arches her back,

Her breath hitches as you trail kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, the gentle brush of your lips sending shivers down her spine. She arches into your touch even more eagerly, whimpering softly when you cup her bottom through her pajamas. Her fingers dig harder into your shoulder, desperate for more skin-on-skin contact.

"Oh Luano..." she gasps out, her hips moving instinctively against your hand in silent encouragement. "I've missed this so much..." She lifts her chin, offering you easier access to her neck and the tops of her breasts as she closes her eyes, basking in the intimacy of the moment.

Her mind flashes back to all those nights they spent like this before he'd left - her naked body wrapped around his, their skin slippery with sweat and the evidence

As your lips find hers again in a hungry, demanding kiss, the memory disappears, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of being reunited with you now that he's back home for good. Her mind is a jumble of emotions and desires, but at this moment, all she can focus on is the feel of your skin against hers, the taste of you in her mouth.

When you guide her towards your bedroom, she follows eagerly, practically crawling across the floor in her eagerness to be as close to you as possible. Once there, Amelia hesitates only for a moment before kicking off her pajamas, revealing her naked body to you in all its glory. She stands before you, a vision of perfection with curves that rival any woman's magazine spread and an expression on her face that says she is entirely yours...and ready for anything.

As you begin to shed your own clothes, Amelia's eyes drink in the sight of your body revealed before her. She hadn't remembered quite how muscular and handsome you were when you left; her focus had been entirely on not knowing whether or not she would ever see you again. Now that he's here, though, all she can think about is how perfect you are and how lucky she feels to have you back in her arms where you belong.

Her hands tremble as they reach up to undo the clasps on her bra, freeing her achingly large breasts from their confinement. With a shuddering breath, she lets them fall free, watching as they swing gently before settling into her cupped palms. Her gaze travels down your body as you continue to undress, licking her lips at the sight of your erection bobbing freely against the confines of your boxers

Her heart leaps into her throat as she sees your erection bobbing so close to her face and feels the heat emanating off of you. A tiny whimper escapes her lips as desire overwhelms every inch of her being, making it impossible for her not to touch you. She reaches out, wrapping a shaky hand around your length, marveling at how hard and warm it is against her skin. Her other hand trails up your chest, across your shoulder, stopping just short of cupping your cheek as she looks up at you through hooded lids.

"I've missed this so much," she whispers huskily, gently squeezing her fingers around you in silent encouragement. Her free hand glides down your stomach, tracing tiny circles just above the top of your boxer briefs before hesitating, fingers itching to touch more sensitive skin