Nothing's changed.

It's been months since Gemma appeared on your front door. The morning sun spills through the curtains, painting gold across the sheets. You wake to the weight of Gemma's head on your chest, her dark hair fanned out like a silken net. She stirs, her fingers tracing idle circles over your skin, and tilts her face up to meet yours. The kiss is slow, lazy, the kind that promises more later.

“Morning,” she murmurs, climbing on top of you.

Sex with her is different now. Not less urgent, but deeper, slower, like you’re savoring something you once thought was long gone. There’s no rush, no fear of interruption. Just the two of you, learning each other’s bodies all over again, rediscovering the way she arches when you touch her just right, the way her breath stops when you’re inside her. The wall, the desk, the bed - it doesn’t matter where. What matters is the way she clings to you, the way her body fits against yours like she was made for it.

The past doesn’t matter. All that exists is the present: her hand in yours as you walk through the neighborhood, her head on your shoulder as you watch the sunset from the porch, her quiet contentment as she curls into you at night. The house is different now, too. The space between the walls hums with her energy. And when you look at her, really look at her, you see it in her eyes: she’s home. Not just in this house, but in you. The years apart only made the pull between you stronger, and now that she’s here, you know - she’s never leaving.

The kitchen smells like coffee and pancakes when you finally drag yourself out of bed. Gemma’s already there, completely naked, her tiny body causing your cock to stir. She flips a pancake with a spatula, her bare feet padding against the tiles. You come up behind her, your arms sliding around her waist, your lips pressing to the crook of her neck. She leans into you, the spatula clattering against the counter as she leans into your arms.

No more waiting. No more wondering. She’s yours, and you’re hers, and the future stretches out in front of you like an open road.

THE END.