He feels like running now.
It's like his entire being can feel her closeness, and he has this urge to reach her, to have her in his arms, to touch her. Only her presence fills his heart and soul with such happiness and love.
As soon as he enters the White House there is a bunch of staff that are waiting for him, but he does not spot the one person his eyes and soul are longing for. It is a bit strange that she is not waiting for him like she always does. He feels the urge to run again, to her!
One of the aides says something to him to which he replies, but he does not really know what they were talking about, he is too consumed with desire and thoughts of her.
He finally reaches their bedroom door. When he enters, he understands the reason why she was not downstairs waiting for him.
The room is warm and smelling wonderful, lit with candles she has placed everywhere. On the table there is a glass of wine she has not drank, and there on the couch looking like an angel, dressed in a white silk slip dress, is HER.
She has fallen asleep while reading "A Book of Love Poetry".
Suddenly he feels warm and overwhelmed with feelings for her. He gets close to the couch and just stands there a couple of minutes just looking at her. She is so damn beautiful! If you ask him, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. And he swears he feels his heart skip a beat again.
Part of him does not want to disturb her peace. But the other part of him needs her, wants her.
He should be tired, exhausted, but he is not. The thought of her and being with her woke him up as soon as he caught a glimpse of the White House from above. Also, the sight of her in that white silk slip dress is doing things to him. He can catch a glimpse of her breasts from the V neck line, and the slit it has on one leg is pretty much showing both her bare legs. She is glowing, HIS ANGEL!
Wow, he is a lucky man! Now 47 years with this woman and she still has the same effect on him as on day one.
Even in her slumber she must have felt him because she starts to wake up.
-My love? - she says smiling while not opening her eyes yet. She is at peace and so comfortable, she wishes to stay like that but with Joe.
-It's me, baby. Oh, how I've missed you! - he says while removing his shoes and his jacket. Then he removes the book from her stomach placing it on the table.
She finally opens her eyes to look at him, both smiling from ear to ear at the sight of each other.
-Hello there, Mr. President! - she opens her arms for him to join her.
-Hello, Madam First Lady, - he says while lying on top of her, and she laughs, both at his way of addressing her as well as the fact that they are together now.
It's bliss.
He has his face on her neck immediately breathing her and kissing her. She laughs from pure happiness now. He smiles at the sound of that. He can't get enough of her. How is it that sound of her laugh alone can make him so happy?
-How was the last day of the trip? - she asks while running her hands over his back. They spoke over the phone every day, frequently, and she pretty much knows how everything went in Brussels in detail.
-Went ok. But I am done with it. Now I want to talk about more important things, - he finally lifts his head from her body to look at her, and he smirks - or maybe not talk at all.
She bites her lip at his comment and he cannot resist.
He kisses her,
fervently,
passionately.
