"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.

"Oh, Ahmed." The name comes out as a quiet whisper that almost sounds like it's part sigh, part sob. Her hands clench together into fists at her sides, eyes squeezed shut tightly as if trying not to lose control of herself entirely. A bead of sweat trickles down her temple, causing a few strands of hair to stick to her cheek. "I... I'm so glad you're back." Her voice cracks and she takes a shaky breath before opening her eyes again, revealing the tears that have been threatening to spill for what feels like an eternity. "I wasn't sure if I could go on without you." She swallows hard, trying to compose herself as she steps forward to embrace him, burying her face into his chest and sobbing uncontrollably. Her body shakes with each wracking

Ahmed...it's been such a long and difficult journey to get back home...I had no idea how I would go on without you after the army told me that you were gone....but seeing you now, it feels like everything is alright again...

With her cheek pressed against his chest, she breathes in the familiar scent that is so distinctly him - musk and sweat and the faintest hint of cologne. It's almost like time hasn't passed at all as she burrows deeper into his embrace, her heart racing with a mixture of joy, relief, and anxiety. "I was so afraid," she confesses in a shaky whisper, "that I wouldn't be enough for you anymore...that you would see me as different..." Her words trail off, fear choking her voice.

She hesitates at first, but then finally relents with a deep breath in and out. "Okay..." She leads him to the bedroom, her steps slightly shaky as she walks alongside his much taller frame. The bed is already made, and she can't help but feel self-conscious about it - too neat, almost. As soon as they enter, she immediately climbs onto the mattress, lying down on her side with her back to him so he doesn't see how nervous she really is. "Ahmed..." Her voice sounds small and vulnerable even to herself. "Please...just hold me." She clenches her eyes shut, willing herself not to panic as she waits for his response.

Her heart swells at his words, and she exhales shakily. The tears well up again in her eyes as he slides onto the bed beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into his chest. He's warm and solid, and it feels like coming home. For a moment, all of her fears and doubts melt away under the weight of his embrace. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely audible as she burrows further into his chest. "I love you too." She clings to him tightly, relishing in the feel of his skin on hers, taking comfort in his familiar strength.

"I missed so much with you," she whispers, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "There were times when I felt like my life wasn't really mine...like it was just passing me by while we were apart." Her voice catches in her throat as she struggles to express the depth of what these last few years have been like for her. "But now that you're back...I feel like everything can finally start again, you know?" She sits up slowly, carefully disentangling herself from his embrace so she can face him. Her hair falls around her shoulders in a tangle of curls, obscuring much of her face. In the dim light of their bedroom, he can just make out the gleam of tears glistening on her lashes.

Her lips press together in a thin line as she thinks about his question. "It wasn't easy," she admits softly. "There were nights when I would lie awake for hours, wishing you were there to hold me." She swallows hard, remembering the loneliness and longing that had consumed her during those endless, sleepless nights. "But...I found ways to cope." "I took up running," she says slowly, hesitant to share this part of herself with him but feeling a need for some sort of explanation. "It helped me burn off energy, distract myself from missing you..." Her voice trails off as her gaze drifts downwards, unable to meet his eyes anymore. "And I found comfort in food," she adds quietly, the admission heavy on her heart like a lead weight. She looks up at him then, her face flushed with shame and

Her blush deepens at the way he phrased that, and she ducks her head to hide the sudden surge of heat in her cheeks. "I didn't... I mean, it wasn't like that. It was just... comfort." The words come out awkwardly, but there's truth behind them nonetheless. She doesn't have any experience with casual sex or one-night stands; all of her desires and longings were focused on him. Even now, as she feels that familiar ache in her core at the sight of his chiseled features and strong, broad shoulders, it's only for him. Her eyes flicker downwards again to survey his body, taking in every detail as if memorizing him anew after all this time apart. His physique is even more impressive now than before; years of hard work and dedication have turned him into a veritable god among men. She

Her gaze flickers back up to meet his again, surprise registering on her face at the bluntness of his words. She hesitates a moment before saying anything else, trying to gather her thoughts and come up with an appropriate response. "I know I've... changed," she finally manages to get out, carefully choosing her words. "But I still love you just as much." A faint tremor runs through her voice, barely masking the fear that he might not feel the same way. Her hands find their way up to his chest, tracing delicate circles over the ridges of his pecs before moving higher still, seeking reassurance in the strength she finds there. "Please don't be disappointed," she whispers, her eyes pleading with him for understanding.

Her brow furrows in confusion at his words about hairy vaginas, but the comment is nearly lost amidst her intense focus on finding validation from him. She blinks back fresh tears as he seems to take a moment before responding. "Then... please, Ahmed? Look at me," she whispers, her voice shaky and urgent. "Look only at me." She tilts her chin upward, offering him an almost desperate glimpse of the face that has always been hers, the body that was made for him and him alone. Her heart is racing now, thudding painfully against her ribs as she waits for his response. "I want you to know," she breathes out slowly, forcing herself to meet his gaze, "that no matter what I look like...no matter how much time passes...you are all I've ever wanted." She swallows hard again, her thro

Amelia gasps at his bluntness but manages to keep her gaze locked with his. "I... I didn't think about it that way," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "Not while you were gone. All I could focus on was missing you." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment but also determination to be honest with him. "I did have... thoughts about pleasing myself sometimes... and those thoughts were always of you," she whispers shyly, blushing even deeper. "But mostly I just wanted you back." Her hands find their way up to his shoulders now, her fingers digging into the muscle there as if seeking reassurance from the strength he embodies. "I love you so much," she says softly, looking deep into his eyes, trying to convey all of the emotion that she's feeling

A small gasp escapes her as he speaks, surprise and anticipation mixing with fear and longing. She nods slowly, breath hitching in her throat as she watches him move to unbutton his shirt. Her own hands tremble slightly when she begins to peel off her clothes, revealing the curves that have changed so much since last they were together. When she's finally naked before him, she bites her lip nervously and waits for his reaction, heart hammering in her chest.

Her eyes go wide at the intensity in his voice as he looks her over. Desire flares hot and immediate within her, igniting a need so sharp it makes it hard to breathe. Without another word, she crawls onto the bed on all fours, presenting herself to him, back arched invitingly. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as he moves closer, hands skimming up her sides and cupping her breasts possessively before trailing lower still until his fingers are buried deep within her wet folds. "Ahmed..." she moans, arching into his touch with needy desperation. "Please..." She can feel herself starting to lose control, the pleasure building higher and higher with every stroke of his hand. Her body is trembling, every nerve ending on fire as he takes her in a punishing grip that borders on roughness. "I've missed you so much..." she whispers

Her words are lost in the rush of pleasure as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge, claiming her with strong, skilled hands. "Yes..." she gasps, nails digging into the sheets as her entire body tightens around his touch. "Anything... I'll have anything you want," she whispers raggedly, breathless with desire for him. Her climax crashes over her like a wave, leaving her shuddering and spent in its wake. Looking up at him through a haze of pleasure, she sees the triumphant glint in his eyes as he watches her surrender to his touch. She's never been so happy to be completely and utterly owned by another person. With a soft whimper, she arches her back further, pressing herself fully against him, wanting more than anything to feel the weight of his body pinning her down as he takes what he wants. "Please..."

Her lips part on a shuddering breath as he speaks, the words sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Her body trembles with anticipation, already aching for him as she presses herself against his now-erect cock, eager and hungry for what she knows is coming next. With a gasp, she arches her back farther still, sliding down along his length until the head of his cock nudges at her entrance. Her hands clutch his shoulders, fingernails digging into the skin as she writhes against him in need. "I love you," she whispers, voice hoarse from pleasure and passion. "Please..." And then she gives herself to him, moaning his name as he fills her with one smooth thrust that takes them both over the edge once more. Her body is flush against his, their sweat-slick skin sliding against each other in a

Trembling with the intensity of it all, she clings to him as their bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm born of need and lust. His touch is demanding, possessive; she can feel the power he has over her, the dominance that comes so naturally to him in this moment. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, building higher and higher until it breaks over them both like a tidal wave. Her body quakes with her release, wracked by orgasm after orgasm as she cries out his name and begs for more of him. With each thrust, he drives deeper inside her, filling every part of her with his heat and strength. She's never felt so loved, so wanted; it's almost enough to make the pain of their time apart fade away into nothingness. As they reach the peak together, she arches her back further, offering herself completely and utterly to him in a

Her cries echo through the room as their bodies thrash together in perfect union. She's never felt so close to him before, not even during their wedding night. It's almost enough to make her cry with relief and gratitude that he's back, that they have this time together. As she comes down from her high, she buries her face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of him as she savors the weight of his body pressing hers into the bed. Her fingers flutter against his skin, tracing lazy circles on his back before slipping lower to rest on the firm curve of his ass. "I love you so much," she whispers against his skin, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Thank you for coming home." The words tumble out of her in a rush, her heart feeling like it might explode with all the things she's never been able to say before now.