It had been way too long since he'd felt the warmth of her body against his own. Away from the sugary sensation of her love and thrown into the harsh deserts of the Middle Eastern, it filled his heart with a great sense of pleasure to finally come back home. To finally come back to Kara.
Her hair was longer now, flowing down to the small of her back in lovely honey-brown waves. He squeezed her against his chest, a deep rumble of a laugh escaping his throat upon the release of Kara's squeal when he pulled her into the air. Nothing could describe the exhilarating feeling stirring through his bones with Kara standing right before him, less than an arm's length away.
For two years the closest he'd ever come to her was the image he kept in his pocket. But now here she was, in the flesh and blood, so close to him. There was so much he wanted to do to her, so many stories he wanted to share, but right now all he could do was smile.
Avoiding eye contact with the soldier he spent his nights with, he kept Kara closely pressed against his chest, praying this moment would never end.