Tokio silently took the arm Saitoh offered, tucked in close to him, and walked beside him towards the parking garage where she had left her car. Her heart was bursting with emotion and her mind was filled with the vision of another very tender first kiss shared with this incredible man, whom she now held dear for a second lifetime.
Tonight her body had acted on its own again, as it did in the diner, obviously knowing what she wanted and needed far better than her conscious mind did. That was why she’d slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, willingly giving him an invitation to reciprocate. And he did, much to her pleasure and delight.
The contact of his soft, gentle lips on hers added depth and strength to the connection she felt to him, the connection that started –no, resumed, that little voice said- in the café, during the gun battle. His kiss was not demanding, but it brought back long buried sensations, and an ache for something more.
Her tears tonight were shed for him, for the personal hardships he’d had to endure in this life, for her desire to help him in any way she could. The memory of his hand softly wiping those tears away, tenderly drying her face, would stay with her forever. She was so grateful she found him, so hopeful that they might be able to pick up where they left off all those years ago to travel down life’s path together, once again.
Her mind was filled with the melody and bits and pieces of lyrics from an ancient song, which seemed to sum up what had just happened between them and totally voiced what she was feeling right now.
I kissed you…then it happened…I knew that you felt it too…by the look in your eyes…everything I want, I have, when I hold you tight. The magic when your lips are close to mine will last forever until the end of time
She had to hold back a light laugh, because she knew exactly what he would say – after he rolled his eyes- if she shared this thought with him, which of course she had no intention of doing. She was sure that he would say something like, ‘Tokio, your womanly hormones are overcoming your common sense again.’ And Tokio? Well, she didn’t care if she was being moronically sappy, because at the moment the joy she felt was beyond words.
She turned her head slightly to look up at him, at the face the depths of her being had never forgotten, regardless of the passing years. Still confident that they were moving in the right direction down that path of discovery, she was very anxious to reach their final destination.
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Tonight her body had acted on its own again, as it did in the diner, obviously knowing what she wanted and needed far better than her conscious mind did. That was why she’d slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek, willingly giving him an invitation to reciprocate. And he did, much to her pleasure and delight.
The contact of his soft, gentle lips on hers added depth and strength to the connection she felt to him, the connection that started –no, resumed, that little voice said- in the café, during the gun battle. His kiss was not demanding, but it brought back long buried sensations, and an ache for something more.
Her tears tonight were shed for him, for the personal hardships he’d had to endure in this life, for her desire to help him in any way she could. The memory of his hand softly wiping those tears away, tenderly drying her face, would stay with her forever. She was so grateful she found him, so hopeful that they might be able to pick up where they left off all those years ago to travel down life’s path together, once again.
Her mind was filled with the melody and bits and pieces of lyrics from an ancient song, which seemed to sum up what had just happened between them and totally voiced what she was feeling right now.
I kissed you…then it happened…I knew that you felt it too…by the look in your eyes…everything I want, I have, when I hold you tight. The magic when your lips are close to mine will last forever until the end of time
She had to hold back a light laugh, because she knew exactly what he would say – after he rolled his eyes- if she shared this thought with him, which of course she had no intention of doing. She was sure that he would say something like, ‘Tokio, your womanly hormones are overcoming your common sense again.’ And Tokio? Well, she didn’t care if she was being moronically sappy, because at the moment the joy she felt was beyond words.
She turned her head slightly to look up at him, at the face the depths of her being had never forgotten, regardless of the passing years. Still confident that they were moving in the right direction down that path of discovery, she was very anxious to reach their final destination.