Sam expected to find Ali waiting for him at the gate. A tinge of disappointment prickled at the back of his neck when she texted back telling him to head for the limo waiting area. He had managed to get on the first flight out - landing at LAX by 10 am. The ball of anxiety in his stomach kept him from eating or sleeping for the long hours after hanging up with Ali last night.

He had stayed on the phone with her until she safely arrived back at the resort. When she called it had hurt to hear his usually bright and cheerful fiancée in pain. Panic had set in as he realized she was driving. What if she had an accident? The thought caused his heart to skip a beat – not in a good way.

Practically running through the airport, Sam scanned for signs for the door leading to the limos. Swerving around a couple with two kids riding on top of carts stacked with luggage, he burst into the hot California sun.

"Sam!"

Her voice. He turned and there was his living, breathing Ali. Not some cold flat-screen version that he had been forced to live with lately. The full 3D version. Despite living with her for over a year, seeing her in every state of dress possible, the site of her took his breath away. She was simply stunning in a bright ruby red, sleeveless dress, her luscious locks swirling around her smiling face.

Everything blurred as he crashed into her, burying his face in her neck, his hands clutching her waist, his arms crushing her into him. Closing his eyes, he took a long, slow inhale of his favourite smell, Eau d'Ali. Tension from the middle seat on the plane ebbed away as the warmth from her skin melted into him.

"My love."

Her fingers played with the hair at the base of his neck. He longed for her to run those delicate digits over his scalp, playfully pull his locks. Instead, Ali encased his face with her hands and pulling him away from her, took his mouth with hers.

That worked for him. She tasted so good. Her lips, her tongue. He felt her "I love you" and "I missed you" in every suck, stroke and probe. Sam tilted her back, deepening the kiss and responding with his own unsaid expressions.

Somewhere in the midst of the haze of their physical hellos, Sam heard a loud, long whistle accompanied by an "Atta boy." It reminded Sam they were not alone, but rather in a crowded airport. A small part of his brain considered they should have this reunion somewhere more private, The bigger part of his brain and all of his body didn't care.

Ali had more will power than Sam as she broke the kiss. But not enough to let go of him completely as she buried her face in his chest. "I'm glad you're here."

Sam swallowed, trying to make his throat work. "Me too," was all he managed to croak out. For a few more moments, or an eternity, Sam wasn't sure, they held on to each other, enjoying being in the same space. Together. Sam vowed never to be away from her this long again.

"Ms. Stinson,"

Ali created a small gap between them and turned to the man in the black suit and cap who had addressed her.

"Sam. This is George."

The polite thing to do would have been to shake George's hand. But Sam couldn't find the strength to remove his hands from Ali. So instead, he nodded his head. "Hi, George. Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine, Mr. Harrington," the man quipped. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Sam could not help but grin back at him, instantly liking the older gentleman. "I hate to interrupt, but we really should move before we get a ticket."

Sighing, Ali created even more space between them and Sam resisted pulling her back into his chest. When had he become so clingy? Oh, right. From the moment he first laid eyes on Ali. Steeling himself for the lack of warmth, Sam let her step back.

It was a short-lived separation. Ali grasped his hand and dragged him into the back of the waiting limo. George had barely shut the door when Ali was in Sam's lap, kissing his neck.

Now Sam had a moment to return to earth, his common sense kicked in. "Ali," he moaned as she sucked the spot below his ear he loved so much. "We... oh..." She had her teeth on his ear lobe now, tugging in a way that made parts of his body twitch with anticipation.

One of her hands crept down his chest, slipping inside the waist of his jeans, eliciting more twitches. Resolve to resist melted away until he felt the car stutter to a start and the jerk of movement.

"Ali," he tried again. "We can't."

He wasn't sure but she might have said "we can" in-between nips at his mouth. That hand had undone his belt buckle somehow and was dragging itself up his stomach, taking his shirt with it. Sam squeezed his hand on hers halting the progression.

This got Ali's attention and she froze, letting go of the lip she had between her teeth. Sapphire eyes searched him, questioning his intent.

"I want to... but... George."

Ali giggled, the sound reverberating through her body onto his. Moving her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "Sam. The privacy screen is up. Plus - tinted windows."

Sam opened his eyes and looked around the interior of the limo for the first time. Black leather seats ran the length of the stretch limo. There was a small bar on one side with bottles of water and crystal glasses encased in a brass railing. At the far end, a solid black screen blocked out the driver. Darkened windows filtered the light, giving the interior an intimate feel.

"I told George to take the long way to the hotel. With L.A. traffic we could have hours."

Sam could feel her smile against his cheek. His free, loving Ali was back. Apparently feeling adventurous and frisky. His cock twitched in agreement. It was feeling frisky as well.

Reaching back, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. "In that case, please continue."

Straddling him, Ali dug her hands into his hair and pulled Sam into a deep kiss. As Sam skimmed her bare thighs she tugged with her lips and hands. It sent shivers of desire sparking down to his... toes. Sam grasped Ali's supple bottom and shifted her to a better position, all the while searching for her underwear. When he didn't find any, he moaned.

"Help me get this dress off," she pleaded.

Eager to be of assistance, Sam pushed while Ali pulled. In a whoosh, the dress was off and Sam found himself holding a completely naked Ali. He drank in the sight of her, everything exactly as he remembered, as his dreams reminded him. But better. His mouth watered and he found himself licking his lips.

She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. His thumbs grazed across taut nipples surrounded by the softest skin known to man. Ali moaned a low, "so much better," as she bobbed in front of him, rocking back and forth. Those perfect breasts teetered towards him and he had to have a taste. As his mouth found its desire, Ali gasped in delight. Pure pleasure. For both of them.

Moving his free hand around her waist, Sam secured Ali in his lap. It was thrilling to tease her chest with a combination of nips and sucks, feeling her body respond to his touch.

Ali placed her hands on his shoulder and leaned in. Fingers curled around the ends of his hair again. As she gently pulled, his heart rate increased exponentially with each tug. His name spilled from her lips over and over again.

How had he lived without this? Her caresses. Her body. Her warmth. Her soft skin. Her hands on him. Her moans in his ears. Her scent invading his senses. How? How? How?

Reluctantly leaving her breast, he trailed kisses up her neck until he found her mouth, pressing his chest against hers. It wasn't enough. He needed to be closer. As close as they could be.

Hands back at her waist, he swept her down on to the seat, underneath him. Her lips pulled hard on his as she eagerly helped him remove his pants and underwear.

"Wait Ali," Sam pulled back and looked at her.

"Sam? What is it?"

"I...I just want to look at you for a moment. Make sure this isn't a dream."

Ali removed Sam's hand and placed it on her naked chest, just above her heart.

"Feel that?"

Sam nodded. Below the soft skin, he could feel the muscle tapping out a staccato rhythm matching his own heart currently slamming against his rib cage.

"That's my heart. It's very real. And beats only for you."

Sam's breath caught. He felt the same. His heart responding to her.

"I love you, Sam."

"I love you more," he declared as they become one.