“Ma’am, you can’t be here,” some elderly flight attendant takes me into his arms and tries to escort me.
“Yes, I can, I bought a ticket,” I try to show him my ticket and realize it says Gate Five but I’m at Gate Seven.
“No, but you bought a ticket for the wrong terminal, follow me, let’s get you squared away,” he says and I rely solely on him to get me to where I need to go.
I decided, it was time to tell Elliot just how I felt. I couldn’t go any longer, knowing he would be away and anything could happen. As silly as it may sound, I feel like I’m close to him. I still have a fighting chance to be with him. I just hope he forgives me for taking this long to realize we’re meant to be.
Following the young man to a booth to allow him to check the ticket and make sure I’m at the right gate, I look around in hopes to see Elliot. I know he must have heard me, maybe he chose to ignore me? If that’s the case, all this is for nothing.
“Now boarding Gate Five to Berlin, Germany,” the intercom shouts and I bang on the table to get the flight attendants attention.
“That’s where I have to be,” I shout at him to give me back the ticket.
“No, you’re on the next plane, that one is overbooked,” he continues to push the keys on board and stare at a screen.
“Listen, I’m not actually here to board any plane. I needed a ticket to get back here to stop the guy I love from getting on a plane without knowing how I felt about him. So, I need to go back,” I start to ease away to make my escape when I feel another attendant put a grip on me.
“Let go,” I scream.
“Listen, do you know how many people tell us this sad love story shit? Plenty. We know the drill and we’re fed up with it. The airport is not a place to confess your everlasting love for someone. Either you board the plane with the ticket you purchased or you leave the airport immediately.”
“Let go!” My screams getting louder, “Elliot Harper. Can you hear me? Elliot?” I scream.
“Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to simmer down,” he pulls away nearly hurting my arm with his grip.
“Elliot!” I scream, but I don’t see him, I don’t hear him.
Silence.
And I realize, it might be too late. I lost my chance.
“Let her go,” I hear his voice from behind, “I’m Elliot Harper.”
Afraid to turn around and look into his eyes I stand frozen. If he’s angry, this will be the end.
“Melody?” his voice is stern.
Slowly, I turn around, attempting to stare into his eyes, but only finding the floor beneath me.
“Follow me,” he says as I trail his steps, “She’s with me,” he says to the attendant as he takes the ticket out of his hands.
“What are you doing here?” he looks surprised to see me.
“I, I, I came to say I love you,” I say the words slow and softly looking straight down at the floor.
“You came to what?”
“You heard me,” I whisper.
“Melody,” he takes his finger and pulls my chin up locking our eyes, “Say the words again.”
I stare straight into his golden brown eyes and bite my lip.
“I love you,” I whisper not blinking or moving my eyes.
His lips inch closer to mine, his hand placed on the back of my head, I feel his fingers grip my hair as his lips gently touch mine.
The only words being exchanged are through a kiss. But suddenly this kiss feels like a goodbye kiss.
“Last call, Elliot Harper,” the announcement brings me back to reality.
“Shit,” I pull back, “you need to go.”
“No,” he smiles.
“No?”
“No. I can’t let you go. Do you know how long I waited to hear you say that?”
Our hands are so tight together I fear we might lose circulation. My heartbeat can’t seem to slow down, beating harder than it did when I raced here to catch him before he left. But now that we’re here, standing across from each other, I feel like fainting.
“How long?” I ask.
“Every day since our last kiss, every day before our last kiss, every day since the day I met you.”
I smile. He smiles. But the moment he pulls me in for a hug, I knew I’d made the right decision to run to him, to finally let myself fall.
“I craved you. I craved to say good night and give you a forehead kiss and to say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I craved you in ways where I just wanted to be next to you do and say nothing, but to be in your presence. I craved you every single day since the day I heard you play the violin next door.”
“That long?” I murmur listening to his heartbeat against my ear.
“Do you know how hard it was to say goodbye to you? It took so much of me to not have my way with you even though you insisted it was over?”
“I do.”
He pulls me away from his chest to look at me, “I love you. I love you so fucking much. You can’t ever decide to leave me again; do you hear me?”
I grin.
“I’m serious.”
I nod.
He wipes the tears from my cheek, “You give me the kind of feelings people write novels about.”
It feels like hours standing at the gate watching the people disappear. The doors to his plane closed. His plane pulling away. The lights going dim as we continue to stand frozen in time. He is the love of my life. The one I can’t ever be without again.
“And now?”
“And now we figure out where to go from here. But first, follow me.”
Walking through the airport to the nearby restaurants, hand in hand of course, I’m curious as to where he’s taking me. The door is unlocked to the family bathroom and I can’t figure out why we entered and he locked the door behind me.
“Elliot? What are we doing?”
He doesn’t speak. His hands wander my body and his lips touch every visible part of me.
“I need you. I’ve needed you so bad for the past few months, but I always need you,” his words start to trail as his fingers do.
“Elliot,” I whisper and can’t contain the lust I also feel for him, “but we can’t here.”
“Why not?”
“Because we’re in public?”
“No one can see us,” he points out the obvious of the four walls surrounding us.
“But they’ll hear us.”
“Fuck that,” his kiss takes all thoughts from my brain. His tongue dancing with mine. With his hands on my hips he slowly grinds to the beat of our kiss. He looks into my eyes and that alone tells me how badly he wants me as I feel his dick grow pressed against my body. Rocking back and forth his hands discover my breasts, his fingers slowly caressing my nipples. Months of pent up frustration surpasses us.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I say as I’m ready to feel him enter me.
He strips my pants, my panties, bare naked we stand as he turns me around facing the wall and enters me from behind. Every thrust he makes I remember exactly why we’re meant to be. His teeth bite into my neck and I inhale sharply as I feel another orgasm coming. I can’t get enough. With every thrust I escape a moan louder than the one before. The door handles ajar every once in a while, yet we never stop.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” he zips his pants as I step into my panties.
“I love you so much,” each hand placed against my cheeks as he places a kiss on my lips distracting me from getting dressed.
He’s actually mine. My boyfriend. My man. And never will I let him go again. No woman, no baby, not even our parents can keep us apart. Our love is messy. It’s artistic. It’s passion and desire. Our love is meant to be. Who knows what the future will bring.