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She realized that she wasn’t exactly paying attention to the things she was holding. Her bag had slipped off of her, she knew that much. It didn’t hit the ground though so she assumed he caught it. She wasn’t paying attention to anything other than her arms and legs wrapped around him as if she was a monkey. She was clinging. Her head was in his neck and a smile was on her face. She couldn’t exactly help it.
Hearing him say he missed her too put an even larger smile on her face. This kind of moment usually was shared by a couple, but they weren’t even there yet. She wouldn’t have minded it. Her mother had constantly asked her who she was talking to when she woke up in the morning. The answer would always be ‘Just a friend.’ And it always made her think that she wanted to be more than friends. But she knew not to bring it up until he was ready. That was all she wanted. If he was happy with how they were now, then she was happy, too.
Her head was still stuck in its place until she felt his lips moving across her jawline. It made her lift her head up to look him in the eyes. The smile was obviously still on her face. She was sure that wouldn’t be going away anytime soon.
“Thanks. I’m really glad you picked me up.”
Penelope couldn’t help herself as she brought her hands up to rest on the back of his neck and pulled him in so that their lips were touching. It was all she wanted to do since she saw him so she was doing it.
"As am I.”
Bradley answered, the smile instantly returning, bringing the corners of his lips upward in curves. At least he managed to surprise her, which was the initial idea, and she had taken her turn into surprising him with a kiss, one that was very much welcomed, the touch almost foreign against his, tasting as sweet and yet still refreshing as he could remember.
Perhaps they had gotten a little bit too much into it, with his hand tangled through her hair, standing in the middle of the arrival gate. It wasn’t until there was a loud female coughing when he parted his lips from hers so that he was able to turn his head and face a woman who was in between fifty and sixty years old, or so he guessed. Obviously being disapproved for showing passionate affection in a public place, an apologetic smile curled up on his lips, both his arms wrapped around Penelope’s waist instead.
“Ma’am.”
He curtly said, giving Penelope the time to unwrap her legs from his waist so that he could put her down. Clearing his throat, he let go of her, taking a hold of her bag in his hand.
“Well, that was awkward.”
And yet there was the thought that if he had been wearing his marine suit, she wouldn’t have objected, something about patriotism and serving your country that allowed people to do things in public they otherwise couldn’t. A breath, and then he reached out to take her hand in his.
“Quickly, before she comes back.” This time in a joking tone -- “I’m making you dinner tonight. You can’t say no.”
