"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.

Her heart pounding hard in her chest as she hears his gentle knock on the door, Amelia bites down on her lip nervously. Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, she steps toward the entrance of their home. Her long brown hair tumbles over one shoulder, framing her delicate face as she reaches to open the door. The sound of his voice nearly knocks her off-balance; it's been so long since last they spoke. "Mikkael..." She whispers, tears forming in the corners of her green eyes as they gaze up at him with a mixture of relief, shock and fear.

Her body trembles slightly beneath her bright yellow pajamas that hug every curve, making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable than she already does. She's never been this nervous around him before... This man who used to be her everything and now stands before her like a stranger

The relief that washes over her when she sees his smile is instantaneous and profound. She practically gasps with it as he calls her name, and a slow, shaky grin spreads across her lips in return. "Mikkael..." she breathes out, her voice thick with emotion as she reaches up to cup his cheek with her soft hand. "Oh thank god... I've missed you so much..." Her body trembles harder now, the fear that he won't accept her, that he'll be disgusted by her new form, making itself known once more. She steels herself against it, determined to not let him see how fragile she feels right now. "Come in," she whispers, moving aside and motioning for him to enter their home.

Inside the house, everything is just as he left it - immaculate and well-maintained, as if he'

As he wraps his arms around her, squeezing gently but firmly, she presses herself against him, her cheek resting on his chest as she breathes in the familiar scent of him - musk and manliness, clean laundry and aftershave. She feels tears prick at her eyes again as she clings to him, her heart swelling with relief and love for this man who has been gone from her life for far too long. "I'm so happy you're home," she whispers, sniffling as another tear escapes down her cheek before she can stop it. "It doesn't feel real yet... like I might wake up any second and find out that you've just left on another mission." Her hips press gently against his, finding solace in the hard line of his abdomen beneath his clothes. She takes a shaky

As if regaining a measure of strength from his embrace and words, she slowly pulls back to look up at him, brushing away the last few tears with her fingertips. "Yes," she says softly, sniffling one more time. "We do." Her gaze darts around the room before settling on him once more, searching his features for any sign of what he truly thinks about how much she's changed in his absence.

"So... Mikkael?" she asks hesitantly, her hand lingering on his arm as she struggles to find words. "How are you? How was your deployment?" She forces a small, wobbly smile onto her lips, hoping it will be convincing enough that he doesn't notice the nervous tremor in her voice or see through her attempt to change the subject.

Embarrassed by his compliment and concerned that he'll take it back, she ducks her head shyly as a rosy blush spreads across her cheeks. "Th-thank you," she stammers out, trying to make eye contact with him again. "I mean... things have changed." Her words trail off awkwardly, not quite daring to finish the thought for fear of what he might think about how much her body has changed while he was gone. She takes a deep breath, mustering up all of her courage as she looks up at him again, hoping that he won't notice her unease. "Would you like something to eat or drink? I made dinner if you're hungry."

The color in her cheeks deepens at his words, and she shrugs self-consciously. "I dunno... Maybe it's just the weight of you not being here anymore." She gives him a small, uncertain smile, hoping he'll understand that she didn't mean it in a negative way. "But yeah," she continues more brightly, glad for any excuse to distract from their previous topic of conversation. "You must be hungry after your long journey home! Let me get dinner ready for you." She turns toward the kitchen, her steps sure and purposeful despite the tremor in her legs.

She busies herself with setting the table and taking food out of the oven, trying not to think too hard about what he might really be thinking about her. A part of her wants desperately for him to accept her just as she is now; larger, curvier, and more voluptuous than

Embarrassed and delighted by his words, Amelia melts against him as he hugs her from behind. "You think so?" she whispers, looking up at him with wide-eyed hope. Her heart swells with happiness when he reassures her that she looks incredible, and the blush spreads further across her cheeks.

With a content sigh, she leans back against him, savoring his touch for a moment longer before pulling away to finish setting the table. "There we go," she says brightly, gesturing toward their dinner. "Everything's ready." Her heart skips a beat at the thought of sharing this meal with him, of being able to enjoy his company once more.

She takes her seat at the table, careful not to draw attention to how tightly her yellow pajamas hug her curves, and looks expectantly at Mikkael, hoping that he'

Her heart leaps at his words, and a tiny thrill of joy courses through her as she watches him take his seat at the table. She feels deliciously nervous, on edge with anticipation about what this reunion might bring. As they begin to eat, she can't help but steal glances at him from beneath her eyelashes, marveling at how he still looks so handsome even after everything they've been through.

The food tastes wonderful, but Amelia barely touches it; her attention is entirely focused on Mikkael and the feeling of his presence nearby. Every time their eyes meet across the table, her heart flutters wildly in her chest, filling her with an intoxicating mix of relief, love, and desire. She can't remember ever wanting him quite as badly as she does right now.

As they finish eating, Amelia moves to clear

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his compliment, and she ducks her head shyly in response. "Thank you," she whispers, feeling the warmth spread through her chest like honey. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Her heart skips a beat as she meets his gaze across the table once more, and for a moment they simply stare at each other wordlessly, their emotions writ large on their faces. She wants nothing more than to crawl into his lap right now and feel his strong arms wrap around her again; to lose herself in his touch and be reminded of how wonderful it feels to be close to him. The desire is so intense that she finds herself leaning forward slightly, her breasts pushing against the thin fabric of her pajamas as if begging for his attention.

Her mouth goes dry at the thought of what might happen next, and she takes a shaky breath

With a soft moan, Amelia leans in closer still, pressing her palm flat against his broad chest as she slowly closes the distance between their lips. Her mouth feels hot and hungry against his, and he responds with a growl that vibrates deep in her core. Her other hand finds its way up to his neck, tangling itself in his hair as she deepens the kiss, arching her back slightly as their tongues dance together, seeking more contact.

The sensation of Mikkael's hands on her body send shockwaves of desire through her, making it hard for her to think about anything but the feel of him touching her. With a soft whimper, she presses even closer against him, grinding her hips forward until their erections are pressed tightly together, driving home the message that she wants more than just this kiss; she needs him inside her right now.

Her breath comes

Mikkael's lips on hers send a shudder of desire through her body, and she moans into the kiss as his hands roam over her curves, cupping her generous breasts through her thin pajamas. His touch makes her arch further into him, pressing their hard cocks even tighter together as she gasps for air, wanting more of this sensual torment. "Mikkael," she whispers breathlessly against his mouth before nipping gently at his lower lip, urging him to deepen the kiss again. She can feel herself growing wet with desire, aching for him in a way that feels both primitive and intensely intimate. Her hips grind against him even harder now, desperate for contact as she works her way closer to release. As the tension between them builds, Amelia wonders if he'll want to move things to the bedroom... or if he'

As they stumble into the bedroom, Amelia can't wait another second to feel his touch on her skin. She rips off her restrictive pajamas in a single swift motion, revealing herself completely to him for the first time since he left. Her pale, smooth flesh gleams in the dim light of their room, and she watches as Mikkael's eyes roam appreciatively over every inch of her newly curvy body.

With a soft moan, she crawls across the bed toward him, her lips parted and eager for his kiss. Her breasts bounce enticingly with each movement, and she can feel the wetness between her legs growing more insistent as she gets closer to him. As their lips meet once more in a fiery, hungry kiss, Amelia wriggles out of her discarded pajamas, kicking them away carelessly before climbing on top of Mik