"Some things have changed at home." Those were the only words Amelia would say over the phone on this most cryptic of subjects. The rest, she wanted to talk about face to face. There had been shame laced into those words. It has been a long, tough journey, making it back home. Even after most of the deployment had come and gone, there had been living off of mountainous, inhospitable terrain for months after the chopper crashed. You had been declared K.I.A. months ago - long enough for Amelia to have had to mourn your passing and push on alone. She knows now, but that doesn't change the fact that it must have been terrible for her. Having finally recovered from malnutrition and a slew of wounds, there it is - your own door. Luck even placed you there a week ahead of schedule, all the better to surprise Amelia.

There she is. The woman that had been the center of your universe for so long. She's changed. Her hair, the same lovely shade of brown and as long as ever, but normally it was straight and lay flat against her back or spilled over her shoulders in a curtain. Now it curls wildly around her face and hangs down past her chest. The sight draws you closer until mere inches separate your bodies, your hands aching to touch her soft skin again. As for the glasses... she still wears them, but they seem more of a necessity now than ever before. Her eyes sparkle with unshed tears when they meet yours. She is lovely in every way, but it's obvious that something is wrong. Something she desperately needs you to know about before she can relax again, before she can finally find her way back home, into your arms...

"Hey." Her voice

Cutting off your words with a desperate cry, she leaps forward to press herself against you. For someone who had been afraid of getting fat and disgusting you, her strength is surprising as she practically shoves you backwards until the backs of your knees meet the couch. You barely have time to register that the smell in the room has changed before your hands are roving over her body, marveling at how much more... developed she is now. Her breasts press into your chest as if trying to remind you what it's like to hold her this way again, while her backside grinds against your groin in a way that leaves no doubt of her intentions. Even with all the weight she has gained, Amelia was still light as a feather compared to how she feels now, pressed up against you. She kisses you hungrily, desperate for reassurance and acceptance,

Breathlessly, she manages to reply between your lips. "They... they weren't yours. They... belonged..." Her words trail off into a moan as your tongue tangles with hers, leaving the rest unsaid for now. The feel of you holding her so close is heavenly, and Amelia can't help but press herself even harder against you.

"My love," she whispers between kisses, "things have changed." She says it like a plea, as if your acceptance of this change will mean the world to her. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back, silently offering more of herself to you. Her hips rock against yours even harder now, grinding against your crotch with an urgency that leaves no doubt what it is she wants from you right now.

It's obvious that Amelia hasn't had sex in years, and it shows. Her

She presses herself against you harder, arching her back so that the flesh of her chest and stomach slides against yours. It's like every part of her wants to feel you as intimately as possible. "It's me," she whispers into your ear before drawing it away with a sharp tug, looking at you imploringly. "I'm different now." Her words are barely audible over the sounds of their breaths mingling together and her hair falling down across her face as she looks up into your eyes.

It's true what they say - that weight does wonders for a woman's body, and Amelia is the proof. Her huge breasts press firmly against you while her plump ass grinds against your crotch, the stretched material of her pajamas offering little resistance to either sensation.

"Please, Saba," she whispers, biting

Shaking her head, she presses the heel of one hand against your chest, gently pushing you away so that you can see her face clearly. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy with unshed tears and filled with pleading. "No... no, it wasn't like that..." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself enough to speak. "I thought... I thought you were dead, Saba." The words are hardly audible, but they carry the weight of a hundred years of pain and loneliness.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders again as she looks up at you with an expression that breaks your heart. It's clear that Amelia has spent months if not years struggling to cope with your death only to have the rug pulled out from under her when the news comes that you're still alive. Now, she's a mess of conflicting emotions, desperate for approval

Her shoulders slump as she stares at the floor. "No... I didn't..." Her voice trails off, eyes still fixed on the pattern of the rug beneath her. She hadn't meant to imply that at all; it was just that, in light of your apparent survival and reappearance, everything else seemed less important now. But somehow she knew that wouldn't make things any better for either of you.

With a sigh, she finally meets your gaze again, her expression apologetic. "Sorry... I just... I wanted to tell you how different things are here now..." She bites her lower lip nervously, then continues more quietly: "I'm... not the same person I was when you left." Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she forces herself to hold your gaze.

She knows this will be difficult for you; that maybe it's even too much to ask for accept

Her heart shatters into a million tiny pieces at your words, and tears stream down her face. "No!" she cries out, clutching at your arms desperately as if fearing that you'll disappear before she can plead with you properly. "That's not what I meant!" She looks frantic now, panic etched into every line of her face.

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, and when they finally do, it seems to dawn on her just how close she was to losing you again. She pulls back slightly, studying your expression with growing desperation as she tries to gauge your reaction. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, wiping at her tears with the back of one hand, "you have to understand... I've missed you so much..." Her voice breaks, and for a moment it seems like she might collapse in on herself, but then she gathers her

"But I'm still here," she protests through a shaky breath. Her fingertips drift up to touch your face, her eyes searching yours for any sign of understanding. "I want... I need..." She trails off helplessly, unsure how to explain that no matter what else has changed in the world around them, her feelings for you have only grown stronger.

With a sigh, she closes the distance between them again, sliding one arm around your waist and pressing her body against yours. "I love you," she whispers into your ear before kissing you softly on the cheek, then moving to plant another kiss on your neck. She knows that this might be pushing it; that you might still want some time apart after everything that's happened... but she can't help herself. For so long, all she's wanted was to feel this connection with you again, and now

"Mmm..." Her eyes close as you kiss her, the taste of your lips sending shockwaves through her body. "There is no... 'new guy'," she whispers against your mouth before kissing you again, more deeply this time. Her tongue darts out to tease yours, tangling with it in a dance that leaves them both breathless.

She breaks the kiss long enough to murmur, "I wanted him... but he didn't mean anything. I just... needed something after everything that happened..." She trails off, her voice losing strength as she leans back into you, seeking your touch and your comfort once more.

Her breasts press against your chest in a desperate attempt to get closer while her hips grind against yours with an urgency that is impossible to ignore. With each passing second, she becomes more wild, less shy about what they're doing together... It's as if

Her words are almost incoherent now as she moans against your lips. "I wanted it..." She pants, her fingers digging into your shoulders again as her nails scrape against the skin beneath. "...to be just like this." Her tongue darts out to lick along your bottom lip, teasing before dipping inside to slide against yours once more.

Her body feels hot and heavy in your arms, and with a growl of desire, you pick her up easily, carrying her over to the couch where you sit down with her straddling your lap. "It's okay," you murmur against her ear as you continue to kiss and nip at her neck. Your hands move lower, cupping her generous ass through the thin cotton of her pajamas before squeezing gently.

Amelia moans into your mouth, arching her back as she presses herself even harder against you

Her fingers curl into fists at her sides as she holds onto your shoulders, nails digging into your skin. Her hips rock back and forth against you, grinding against the bulge in your pants in a way that leaves no doubt what she wants from you right now. She bites her lower lip, moaning loudly as she tangles her tongue with yours once more.

Her breasts jostle free of their constraints, spilling out and across your chest as she leans back to look up at you with hooded eyes. Her nipples are hard and sensitive against your skin, just barely visible through the fabric of her bra. Amelia's hands find their way down between you, gripping your thighs before sliding higher until they are wrapped around your cock through the fly of your pants.

"I want..." she pants, voice shaking with desire and need. "

Her eyes widen at your words, a mixture of confusion and hurt flitting across her features before they harden into determination. "But," she starts to protest, only to pause as understanding dawns in her expression. "You mean... you wouldn't want..." She trails off, barely able to finish the thought.

Her fingers dig deeper into your thighs as she slowly begins to stroke you through the fabric of your pants. Her other hand moves up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking over your lips gently before sliding lower again, tracing a line along your jaw and down your neck. "I couldn't... I wouldn't..." She tries to find the words that will make everything okay, but they elude her.

Desperation creeps into her voice as she whispers, "Saba, please..." Her lips press against yours again, desperate for comfort and reassurance from you

"I didn't mean it!" she cries out between kisses. Her hips buck up off of your lap, moving faster against you as she tries to tell you the truth through movement alone. "It wasn't like that... I just needed someone..." She trails off, her words caught in her throat as tears stream down her face.

Her hands slide underneath your shirt, questing for skin, and find your bare back instead. Her nails drag lightly across the skin of your back before digging in with a groan of pleasure. Amelia's breath comes in hot little bursts against your lips as she arches her back further, moaning into your mouth while her hips continue their relentless motion against yours.

"It was just... after you left," she murmurs between kisses, "I needed something to hold on to..." Her fingers dig deeper beneath your shirt now,

Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your hardness against her ass, the thin material of her pajama bottoms offering little resistance. She tries to push back against you but loses her balance, barely managing to steady herself before she falls over. "Oh god..." Her voice is a raw groan as she closes her eyes, arching her back in ecstasy at the sensation of being filled by your fingers.

"I did love you," she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air, "and I do... but it was so lonely... without you..." Her hips begin to move faster against you now, a needy, almost desperate motion that drives her forward, backward on your cock. With a shuddering gasp, she comes apart in your arms, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

"I'm so

sorry..." Her words are muffled against your skin as her lips find a new target - your neck. Tears continue to streak down her face, making dark trails through the dusting of freckles across her cheeks and shoulders. It's clear that she is still ashamed, still guilty over what has happened between them... but there is something else there too. Something that makes her relieved, maybe even a little grateful.

Her fingers grip your shoulders tightly as she hangs limply against you, spent from the intensity of their lovemaking. She knows that this was wrong; that they shouldn't have done it while she was still so emotionally fragile... but at the same time, there was something irresistible about giving in to desire like this. Something liberating and powerful that left her feeling more alive than she has in years.

For now though, all she can do is cling to

Her eyes meet yours as she speaks between kisses. "I didn't know what else to do," she whispers, her voice raw from tears and passion. "It felt like everything had changed while I was waiting... and I just needed..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words. "I guess I needed some kind of certainty." Her nails dig into your shoulders as you thrust deeper inside her, filling her up in a way that only you ever could.

Her breath hitches, and for a moment it feels like she might be on the verge of crying again. But then she meets your gaze, and there's something new in her expression - determination and acceptance perhaps? - that makes it clear to both of you that this time things will be different. "I do love you," she whispers fiercely, "and I promise... from now on, nothing will change that." Her hips

begin to move in perfect rhythm with yours as her nails dig into your shoulders and neck. It's like she's trying to seal the deal with this one final gesture, as if their connection is so strong now that it can withstand anything they might throw at it. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each time bringing a fresh wave of pleasure over her body until finally, she arches her back sharply and lets out a cry of release that echoes through the room.

Her body is flushed from head to toe, her eyes squeezed shut as she gasps for air, feeling you pulse deep inside her. This time when she comes down from the high, there's an almost palpable sense of rightness in the air... like maybe they really have made it through this together. Her fingers tremble where they rest on your shoulders, and she leans forward to press a kiss against your neck before

His groan vibrates against the skin of her neck as he empties himself into her. Amelia's whole body shudders in response, tiny aftershocks coursing through her as she feels him filling her up. Her lips find his ear once more, and she whispers hoarsely, "I love you... always have, and always will."

Even though she knows things are different now; that the past can't be changed no matter how much they might both want to forget it, there's something comforting about being able to say those words out loud. It feels like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders - not just the guilt of sleeping with another man while she was technically still engaged to him but the stress and worry that had built up over the past few months as well.

She allows herself a small, satisfied smile before collapsing

The weight of her body pressing against his sends a jolt through him as well. For so long, he'd been content to believe that Amelia had moved on without him... that there was no hope left for them. And then she'd walked into the room with another man and told him she'd missed him... It had felt like being hit by a truck. Now, with her in his arms once more and their combined scent filling his nostrils, he can't deny the truth anymore: He still loves her.

Her fingers trail gently up and down his chest as she lays her head on his shoulder, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps against his skin. For a moment, neither of them says anything; they are content just to hold each other and bask in the afterglow of their reunion.

Finally, Amelia draws back just enough to meet his gaz