What is home?

His touch was all she needed. The touch of his fingers against her face, his palm against her cheek was like a jolt of energy swimming down her body and filling the void that had spread and consumed her the last few months. She shivered while keeping her eyes locked with his. The crystal blue depths seemed to swirl around each other like a storm, opening themselves so that she could see into his very essence, into his soul. When he slowly leaned forward Mac found herself holding her breath, blinking back the tears. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would! She longed for him. Needed him.

As the soft touch of his lips pressed against her own Mac allowed all the tension, all the hurt, pain and frustration to seep from her body. She sat up, moving her body closer to him. Oh how she longed for him to hold her! If all she did was cry held within the strength and shelter in his arms. She needed him. "Grave." His name escaped her lips, her voice low and soft, barely audible in the quite room as she pressed her lips against his own.

"Oh Mac..." He murmured her name against her lips, tasting it as he tasted her. The tension that had hung in the room like a tangible fog dissipated. All that was left was him and her; the two people who over six months ago had fallen in love. He felt her push into the kiss rather than pulling away from him and gasped in surprise. It was not so much unexpected as unthinkable that she could accept him back. Surely they had both gone their separate ways?

From the passion that enveloped them during the kiss nothing seemed further from the truth. He pulled her closer into his arms, her body against his chest, and broke their passionate embrace only to gulp down air. As he did he examined her face, his eyes passing across it. "Welcome home, Mac..."

His touch was all she needed. The touch of his fingers against her face, his palm against her cheek was like a jolt of energy swimming down her body and filling the void that had spread and consumed her the last few months. She shivered while keeping her eyes locked with his. The crystal blue depths seemed to swirl around each other like a storm, opening themselves so that she could see into his very essence, into his soul. When he slowly leaned forward Mac found herself holding her breath, blinking back the tears. Would he kiss her? Oh how she hoped he would! She longed for him. Needed him.

As the soft touch of his lips pressed against her own Mac allowed all the tension, all the hurt, pain and frustration to seep from her body. She sat up, moving her body closer to him. Oh how she longed for him to hold her! If all she did was cry held within the strength and shelter in his arms. She needed him. "Grave." His name escaped her lips, her voice low and soft, barely audible in the quite room as she pressed her lips against his own.