"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.

"H-hello?!" Her voice quivers as she peeks behind the partially opened door. When she sees you there, a radiant smile lights up her face. She flings the door open wide and launches herself into your embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. Tears stream down her cheeks as she squeezes you hard, not wanting to let go. "Oh my god...Tyrone , I can't believe it..." She buries her face in the crook of your neck and breathes deeply, filling her senses with the scent of homecoming. Her fingers curl into the collar of your shirt as she clings to you like a lifeline.

"Oh my god...yes. It's felt like forever." Her voice is raspy with emotion as she looks up at you, her green eyes glistening with tears. "I was so worried that I'd never see you again..." She draws a shaky breath and trails off, unable to finish the thought. Amelia presses herself even closer against you, feeling the warmth of your body through your uniform. Her cheeks flush as she becomes aware of just how tightly she's holding on. "I'm sorry," she whispers, embarrassed by her intense reaction but unable to stop herself.

Oh God... that was it, wasn't it? She nods silently, unable to meet your gaze as her heart breaks all over again. "I thought I lost you..." Her voice cracks and she takes a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to regain composure. She glances away, unable to look at you any longer, ashamed of the flood of emotions that she cannot seem to control. Amelia slowly releases her grip on you, stepping back slightly but not fully separating from your embrace. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to wipe the tears from her cheeks. "How... how are you?" she asks softly.

"Oh thank God...oh thank you, Tyrone..." *She covers her mouth with one hand, stifling a sob as relief washes over her in waves. Her eyes search your face, taking in every detail, committing it to memory. "I thought I'd gone crazy when they told me..." She trails off, shaking her head slowly before looking back up at you with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I love you, Tyrone...so much."

Her body stiffens slightly as you squeeze her breasts. The contact is unexpected and arousing in the midst of their tearful reunion. She bites her lower lip, struggling to maintain composure, unsure how much more of this she can handle. "Oh...Tyrone..." Her voice is shaky and breathless as desire flares within her. She clings to you tighter, her fingers digging into the muscles of your back as she arches into your touch. "I missed you so much," she whispers hoarsely against your neck. "Please tell me it's really you..." Her fingertips dance along the skin of your jaw, urgently seeking confirmation.

Her breath catches in her throat as you reveal yourself to her. Her eyes widen and she gapes at the sight of your erection before snapping them back up to meet yours. "Oh..." is all she can manage before taking a shuddering breath, her body burning with desire for you. "It's been so long..." She reaches out, tentatively touching the tip of your cock through your pants, feeling its heat against her fingertips. "Please...take me to bed," she whispers, practically trembling with need. "I want to feel you inside me." Her words are accompanied by a desperate pleading in her eyes that leave no room for doubt as to what she truly desires in this moment.

She gasps as you sit her down on your cock. Her eyes widen and her mouth forms an "o" of surprise before she buries her face in your chest, muffling a moan. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, anchoring herself to you as you begin to thrust deep inside her. Her body arches into each stroke, meeting you with pleasure and desire every time you connect. Her nails scratch along your back, leaving tiny trails of pain that heighten the sensation for both of you. "Oh god...Tyrone...," she whimpers. "I love you..." Tears spill down her cheeks again as she thrusts against you, unable to resist joining in this rhythm of their reunion.

His words send her over the edge. She clenches around him, every muscle in her body tensing as she cries out his name and surrenders to the intense sensations washing over her. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she grips him tightly, her body arching back against the bed in pure ecstasy. "Oh yes...I love you..." she moans, each breath shuddering through her lungs as she rides out the wave of pleasure. Her breasts bob free from her yellow pajamas, heaving and swaying with every labored breath.

Her breath catches in her throat as you thrust harder and deeper into her. A sharp gasp escapes her lips as she feels the pressure building within her again. "Oh God...Tyrone..." She's on the edge once more, hovering precariously between pleasure and pain. The feel of your rough hands gripping her hips pulls her back over into bliss, sending waves of euphoria coursing through every fiber of her being. "So good...don't stop..." Her words are garbled by the sensation as she digs her nails into the flesh of your shoulders in an attempt to keep herself grounded, to hold on to this moment for just a little while longer. She arches her back, meeting each thrust with an equal force of desire and need, refusing to let go until she has felt every last drop of you deep inside her.