Face to face Part II

Part I can be found here

My cell phone rang and I heard his voice on the other end. "I'm outside", in my insane flurry to go meet him I did the most natural thing in the world...I locked the bottom lock and shut the door. Except, FUCK, the keys were inside and Vickie was spending the night elsewhere. Awesome, way to start out our weekend.

As I was walking outside I dialed my sisters number and told her I had locked myself out. To say she was pissed was an understatement. I was finishing my conversation with her as I saw a face peeking around the corner of a large van. My face instantly lit up with a smile, his face mirrored mine. He came up to me and grabbed my hand as I hung up the phone and then we hugged. A big long crushing hug. It was great. I finally had him in front of me. We must have looked like idiots standing on the sidewalk smiling at each other.

We walked over to my front stoop and sat down. It was a bit off, nervous energy radiating. He kept looking at me, like I wasn't real. Kept saying that I was a "virtual person" not a real one. We sat around, talking, trying to get passed the initial shock for about 30 minutes and then Vickie and Gabe pulled up.

Just what I wanted an audience. Introductions were made, we went inside and he sat down with Gabe on the sofa with a beer to talk. They seemed to get along. Gabe has had this ongoing joke with me that the Sexy Legless Pirate's name is a fake one, and he confronted him about it, SLP laughed it off. I was laughing because I couldn't believe Gabe had said it to his face. I fluttered around the apartment, talking to Vickie as she packed, jumping in and out of the boys visit obviously too worked up to relax.

Once they left we sat down to eat dinner. Neither of us was really hungry, we kind of pushed the food around our plates. He had been flying all day, it took 3 different flights to get him to me. He was exhausted. He jumped in the shower while I got ready for bed. It was still a bit off. Aside from our initial hug we hadn't touched each other, we didn't know what was appropriate. I put on my pj's while he finished in the bathroom, even getting into bed felt like a choreographed number. He sat down on one end, me on the other, Bailey in the middle as a buffer. She was our "safety" when it got uncomfortable we could focus on her. She loved it, the attention, the petting, the new guy. We talked for a little longer, just facing each other in our pj's.

A bit later we decided to crawl under the comforter. I wasn't sure what to do, how to lay. It was getting easier. We weren't so uncomfortable, we were joking, laughing, making light contact. We layed down and our feet found each other under the blankets. It seemed like we were always talking about finally getting to snuggle in bed...me being the championship snuggler that I am it was only natural. The lights were off, we were talking about nonsense, how surreal it was to be next to each other.

Finally, he asked timidly if we were going to kiss so I leaned over and did just that.