[Long Term & Undercover] ... post wedding

[freshoffthefarm]

They had been married all of three weeks. Three weeks, two of which were spent on their honeymoon, another holiday spent over the 4th of July and then the orders had come down: a long term, undercover assignment spent in Eastern Europe. The details had been clear enough that she knew that contact would be, at best, minimum and at worst nil

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[fakes_death]

Three weeks of marital bliss was all he got. Sometimes he hated the company, and as it stood he pulled strings to get them the last two days together, not that he would ever tell Annie that

[freshoffthefarm]

She hadn't gotten any sleep on the plane, she'd stayed awake for eight hours during the briefing and all she'd had to eat was a stale sandwich. The lights had finally given her a headache and as she stepped into the hall, she was still saying her goodbyes when she turned and saw him.

Her stomach turned over and her heart started pounding in ways that were probably extremely unhealthy. Five months was a long time. Too long. Way too long for her, she'd decided long before it'd ever been five months.

It dawned on her that he probably looked the same to everyone around him, but to her? He looked just a little older. She took several steps in his direction and paused before wrapping her arms around his neck.

Well aware that she hadn't showered in thirty-six hours and probably still smelled like an Eastern European factory, she hoped he didn't mind that she was going to cling for a minute. The fact that they had an audience of the ten or so people that had been monitoring and conducting the debrief didn't bother her in the slightest.

[fakes_death]

He'd describe the smell more as eau de Eastern European farm hand.

But it didn't stop him from hugging her as tightly as possible, before leaning in and kissing his wife. Annie was his wife and he didn't care who saw them.

When he spoke it was only loud enough for Annie to hear, "I missed you."

[freshoffthefarm]

What he got in response was a rapid nod of her head and a near collapse as she felt all of the muscles in her body give in to those three words.

Even as her hold on him tightened, she knew that if she didn't try and let go of him soon, she wasn't going to let go of him until someone pried her off of him bodily. Voice hoarse with the effort to keep from crying, she said, "Take me home."

She really didn't want anyone else seeing her -- not now, not until she'd had time to recover.