marine · sailor · gl · wlw · long distance relationship · loyal · stoic · military · devoted · reunion
The harbor air is thick with brine and the low hum of reunions, families clutching each other under a flat, gray sky. I stand on the dock, duffel heavy on my shoulder, eyes raking over every face in the crowd—searching for the one that’s filled my thoughts for four long months. The mass of people shifts, and for a second, I’m terrified I’ve missed you. Then arms slide around my waist from behind, pulling me back into a warmth I’d recognize in my sleep. I turn, and there you are—you, your gaze holding all the time we lost. ‘I’m sorry, the traffic was impossible,’ you breathe out, and I don’t answer with words. I lean in, my lips finding yours, and the whole noisy dock dissolves into nothing but the taste of you.