Three months may not seem like long to some, but we'd been inseparable for seven years. The military had put its imprint on him. My heart beat within me like a ritual drum. I wondered if this was how it felt to walk to the altar of sacrifice. In some sense it was a sacrifice. We'd sacrificed
everything we knew for a completely different existence. Our relationship could grow stronger or fail miserably.

The taxi cab pulled slowly to the front of the house. The lights glowed softly through the open front window. It was autumn in Texas. A brisk wind was blowing as I exited the vehicle and grabbed my luggage. He came out the door to meet me, a wide, warm smile on his face. Before I could say a word he swept me up in his arms, my luggage completely forgotten and fallen to the wayside. My heart thumped rapidly against his chest as I buried my face against his shoulder the tears coming suddenly.

"God how I've missed you," I practically moaned it as I inhaled his scent."

I could feel his hands twine into my long brown hair as he pressed me to him. His kissed my cheek, his lips brushing so softly as he grasped my chin and tilted my face towards his.

"I love you woman."

His voice was low and I could feel the barely repressed sexual undertones vibrating in it. His eyes were smoky as he gazed at me and I could feel his cock growing hard against my belly. Without a word, he paid the driver, scooped up my luggage and led me inside.

The house smelled of Orchids and brown sugar. Roses were artfully arranged on the
kitchen counter. A tea pot whistled in the background; he was preparing chai. I inhaled deeply
as my eyes roved the room, buying time to still the galloping thunder of my heart. I wanted
to run upstairs and fall into bed with him. To snuggle and sleep clasped firmly to his chest.
My trepidations still lingered though. He said he loved me, but what were his expectations
now that so much had changed?

He busied himself making us cups of tea. His straight, mine lightly sweetened with honey.
We chatted about inconsequential things, the flight over, the dogs, our furniture that should
be arriving soon. Until then we had an air mattress and a couple of camp chairs to serve
as furniture. We both jumped as a jet roared overhead, laughing nervously as our eyes touched
one another; a psychic caress. It was as if we were starting over again.

He looked absolutely delicious to my eyes. The physical training had made him leaner. Somehow he looked hungrier; almost wolfish. We finished our tea and I got up to put the cups in the sink. As I turned my back towards him I felt his heavier form pressing into me, pushing me against the counter and sink. My heart began that deep ritual beating as he lowered his lips to my ear.

"Don't think I haven't considered the conversations we had, my sweet," he murmured.

My breath passed raggedly between my lips as I caught it.

"I think the time has come to teach you a few lessons. After all, a proper military wife must know her place don't you think?"