"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.

Her words are lost in moans as she feels you moving inside her, her body instinctively meeting your rhythm. "Yes..." she pants, arching into each thrust. Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her as if she could hold onto them and anchor herself to this bed forever. The sensation of you filling her is unbearably intense, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body. Her breasts heave with each breath, straining against the tight fabric of her pajamas. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of your skin on hers, your cock inside her, your body moving against hers in a perfect synchrony of love and desire. "Don't stop...please..." Her voice cracks as she begs him not to pull away from this exquisite connection they share. She digs her nails into his shoulders even harder, drawing blood as she tries to hold onto

Her body arches violently as you fill her with your release. Her cries mingle with yours, their timbre deep and raw with the intensity of shared passion. The pressure within her builds impossibly higher before finally cresting in an explosion of pleasure that leaves her limp and satisfied. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses back against the bed, spent from this magnificent reunion. "Oh God...I love you..." she whispers, tears streaking down her cheeks once more. "Thank you." She reaches up to touch his face tenderly, her fingers tracing the contours of his jaw and forehead as if trying to memorize him all over again. Her body trembles with aftershocks of pleasure as she finally lets go, surrendering entirely to the bliss that is having him back in her arms where he belongs.

Her breathing still labored, she manages a tiny smile. "You...you were amazing," she whispers, still unable to believe that this is really happening. The truth is, he's always been incredible, and she'll never tire of feeling him move inside her like this. She shudders at the memory of all those long, lonely nights without his touch, gratefully returning her attention back to the present moment, where they are together at last.

She nestles closer to you, the warmth of your body radiating outward and enveloping her. Her fingers curl around yours, their intertwined hands resting contentedly on the bed between them. Looking up at your face, she brushes a stray hair from your forehead and smiles tenderly. "It's been so long...I didn't think I could ever feel this happy again." Her words are laced with disbelief, but there is such certainty in her expression that it belies the doubt.

Her heart flutters nervously as she waits for you to respond. It has been years since they've been intimate like this; even though their bodies know each other well, everything feels new and exciting in a way that only absence can bring. She bites her lip, unable to keep herself from grinning like a fool at the pure bliss of finally having you back where you

As the tension slowly drains from her body and exhaustion takes hold, Amelia's eyelids grow heavy. The soft rustling of your breath against her ear lulls her into a peaceful sleep, content knowing that you are here beside her and that everything is finally as it should be. In the quiet stillness of the room, she sighs deeply, giving herself over to the comforting embrace of slumber. She'll worry about tomorrow later; for now, all that matters is having you back where you belong.

You stir restlessly beside her and slowly open your eyes. The first thing you see is the crook of her neck, her long, dark hair spread out across the pillow like a silken waterfall. A soft smile crosses your lips as you study her features in the pale light streaming through the window. She looks so peaceful and serene when she's asleep, her petite frame curled into yours, trusting you with her heart and body once more.

Stealing a kiss from the back of her hand, you gently nudge her shoulder, trying not to wake her completely just yet. The memories of last night flood your mind, leaving you feeling both satisfied and overwhelmed with emotion. You close your eyes again, taking in the scent of her shampoo and the feel of her skin against yours, wanting to savor this moment for as long as possible before facing the realities of reintegr

Her eyes flutter open as the scent of bacon and eggs wafts through the air. It takes her a moment to orient herself; the sight of you standing at the stove in nothing but your boxers is enough to make her heart skip a beat. She sits up, still nestled beneath the soft blankets, and watches as you skillfully flip and season the food on the griddle. "Mmm...smells amazing." Her voice is rough with sleep but full of appreciation. She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head before pulling herself upright, her tight yellow pajamas falling back into place, showing off her curvaceous figure to perfection. "What time is it?" Her gaze shifts back to you, and she feels a blush creeping up her neck at the thought of what else you might have been doing while she slept.

"Six in the morning?" she exclaims. "You've never been this domestic before!" She grins mischievously as she climbs out of bed and crosses the room to stand behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Her head rests on your shoulder as she leans into you, enjoying the warmth and strength that radiate from your body. "I bet I can think of something else for you to try cooking..." She tips her head back and gives you a teasing smile over her shoulder.

Well, when I was overseas, we used to have this...um, how do I put it? A sort of sausage casserole. You know those tube-shaped things with spices and stuff? We'd cut them up into little pieces, mix in some flour and eggs and bread crumbs..." Her voice trails off as she tries to recall the details. "It was really delicious, especially when we were cold and hungry." She closes her eyes, trying to remember how it tasted. "I can help you make it if you like?"

Her eyes light up at the thought of sharing this dish with you. "Oh, that would be wonderful!" She pulls away from your waist and grabs a dishtowel, drying her hands before opening one of the kitchen cabinets. "I've still got some of those things in my old care package." With deft fingers, she unrolls one of the small packets and begins carefully cutting up the sausage links into tiny bits. "It was a favorite of mine when I was over there," she confides as she works, her thoughts drifting back to her time away from home. "We'd eat it with bread or potatoes, whatever we could scrounge up."

Oh, it smells delicious! Thank you so much for making this for me. I can't wait to eat." Her words are tinged with relief and happiness as she hands you a plate loaded with eggs, sausage, and fluffy golden biscuits. The kitchen is still warm from the cooking, and the steam rising up from their food mingles with the scent of coffee brewing on the counter. It's a cozy, comforting scene, one that seems almost surreal after so many months apart.

Amelia takes her place at the table, pulling out a chair for you before settling in herself. As she watches you eat, a contented smile plays across her lips. "I swear, if anyone ever tries to tell me I can't handle being alone... well, they haven't met you," she says between bites. The words are laced with meaning; despite the intim

Your compliment makes her blush. "It's nothing fancy, really," she insists modestly, even though she knows that it is. The fact that you appreciate it so much means more to her than anything else. She takes another bite of her food, savoring the rich flavors and tender texture before swallowing.

"So...what's next?" she asks, glancing around the kitchen with a thoughtful expression. "We could clean up this mess, or maybe you can show me those pictures from your deployment that you never got around to showing me." Her voice holds a note of excitement; the prospect of spending time together like this is intoxicating.

The thought of taking a shower together is almost too much to resist. "I'd like that...," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of running water in her imagination. The idea of being naked with you, of feeling your hands on her skin and your body pressed against hers, sends shivers down her spine.

She can feel herself blushing again, this time from arousal rather than modesty. "If...if that's okay with you?" She meets your eyes tentatively, looking for some sign that you want the same thing she does. Her heart skips a beat when she sees the answering heat in your gaze.

Her heart races as you drag her into the bathroom. The feel of your hands on her skin is electrifying, sending a surge of desire coursing through every fiber of her being. She grips your shoulders tightly, burying her face in your neck as she trembles with anticipation. "Oh...God..." Her words are muffled by the fabric of your shirt, but they are loud and urgent inside her head. She cannot believe this is really happening; after so long apart, it feels like a dream come true.

She lets out a shuddering breath as you strip her clothes off. Her body is on fire with desire for you; she's aching to feel your skin against hers once more. As your hands slide up her arms and over her shoulders, she arches her back instinctively, offering herself up to you. Her gaze flickers downwards, taking in the sight of your hard length thrusting against your stomach. A moan escapes her lips as she reaches for it, gripping you tightly through the slip of pre-cum. "Oh God...," she whispers hoarsely, eyes sliding shut as she strokes you in time with her heartbeat.

Her breath catches in her throat as you pull away from her, releasing your grip on yourself. Her eyes track your movements intently, watching as you stroke yourself back to hardness. Her core clenches at the sight of your erect cock; she can't wait for it to be inside her again. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on tightly as she leans in, pressing her body against yours. She kisses you roughly, their tongues dueling hungrily while their need for each other grows more urgent by the moment.

The sound of running water fills the room as you turn on the shower. She shudders with anticipation as the warm spray envelops them, caressing their skin and driving them both wild with desire. Her fingers tangle in your hair, drawing your lips back to hers as she kisses you passionately beneath the stream of water. She feels your cock brush against her, still hot and hard from where you'd stroked it just moments ago. She moans into your mouth, aching for that sensation again: your skin sliding over hers; your weight pressing her down into the shower tiles. Her hips grind against yours, seeking out the contact she craves.

Her back arches at the feeling of you inside her. She cries out, meeting your thrusts with an equal force as water splashes over them both. Her fingers claw at the tiles, steadying herself as she's consumed by wave after wave of pleasure. The roughness of your hands on her hips only serves to heighten the sensation; it sends shards of desire shooting through every nerve ending in her body. "Oh God...I need..." She trails off, unable to put into words how you make her feel. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she's carried away on a tidal wave of ecstasy, her senses overwhelmed by the touch and taste and smell and sound of you. This is what she's been missing for so long; this is what she'll never be able to live without again.

Her world narrows to the feel of you moving inside her. Each thrust pushes her further and further over the edge; each moan carries the ache and desire echoing through every cell in her body. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of pain as evidence of her desperation for more. Her muscles tense, drawing you deeper inside with every spasm that rolls through her. Her body trembles on the brink of release, waiting for the moment when you'll push her over the edge and into ecstasy. She gasps your name, pleading for it even as she knows there's no other word that could possibly express what she needs right now.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your kiss steals the last of her sanity. Her body tenses beneath yours, ready to shatter into a million pieces as you push her over the edge and back down again. She arches into you, meeting each thrust with an equal force, their bodies moving together in perfect synchrony, driving them both towards completion. "Yes..." she cries out, feeling herself start to slip away beneath the waves of pleasure. "Fuck...yes..."

Her fingers dig into the slippery skin of your shoulders as you thrust deeper inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps that mingle with the sound of running water and echo through the small space. She can feel herself starting to tremble on the brink, the orgasm building within her like a force of nature. "Tyrone..." she whispers, arching into your touch, urging you closer to that point where you'll finally let go and give her what she needs.

Her vision blurs as you come inside her. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her body, setting off a chain reaction that carries her up and over the edge with you. Her muscles clench and release in time with your thrusts, milking your climax from you as she's engulfed by an intense, all-consuming orgasm. Her voice shatters the silence, keening into the steamy air around them. She writhes beneath you, arching her back and digging her nails deep into your skin, searching for any possible source of relief from the ecstasy coursing through her veins. As she crests, her whole body shudders violently and then goes limp, boneless and sated against yours. For a moment, there is only silence and the steady patter of water on their skin. She savors the feeling