The Come Back

The Come Back pt. 2

No one's POV:

"Hi," he whispered without breaking eye contact.

"Ninja," she responded lovely, while quickly wiping her tear away. Her eyes searched his own.

"Still being confident?"
Quentin couldn't fight the genuine smile that graced his face when he heard her familiar, joking tone.

He simply lifted the flowers and offered them to her.

"Of course." His smile grew wider as he watched her face light up at the gift.

She cradled the flowers in her arms and lifted them up to her nose, inhaling the sweet aroma of the wildflowers.

"They're beautiful," she whispered.

"Like you," he responded genuinely.

He watched Margo focus her attention on him, eyes connecting into his own with an intensity he hasn't seen anyone use, at least directed at him, ever.

Not being able to resist any longer, he moved forward to capture her in a warm embrace, which she returned wholeheartedly.

After a while, she stood on her tip-toes to make up for their height difference, to embrace even closer to him.

"I missed you," she said, her voice muted

Quentin tightened his grip around her waist before answering,

"I missed you more."
He could hear Margo's soft laughter echoing in his ear.

"Not possible, Q."
"Totally possible," he replied easily. Pulling away, he made eye contact with her again.

"I'm happy you're here."
Margo nodded, "Me too." She turned her head from side to side as if she were looking for something.

"Is it just us? Or did you bring your girlfriendS with you?"
Quentin grimaced before cheering up into a fit laughter.

He saw the teasing expression in Margo's eyes yet noticed her mouth was set in a straight line. She was serious.

"I uh...no girlfriend. I don't have one," he bobble nervously. When he saw her face break out into a mischievous smile, he couldn't help but repeat her earlier actions and scan the surroundings.

"How about you? Is there someone watching us right now ready to beat me up?" He asked.

Margo watched him, a smirk on her face. "Nope. No one besides me who could totally take you in a fight by the way." She giggled when Quentin met her eyes, a look of shock on his face.

"What? All this time apart and this is how you speak to me?" He pouted, trying to mask his smile.

"Margo Roth Spiegelman, I am offended."
Margo reached up to pat his face gently, "Aw. I'm sorry." She cooed at him, grinning when he rolled his eyes playfully at her.

"I'd never do it though." When Quentin shot her a questioning look, she continued.

"Beat you up. Your face is too adorable and I like you too much. You're safe." Quentin sighed, "That's a relief." He tucked a piece of her short hair behind her ear, allowing his fingers to linger against her cheek.

"Did I mention how happy I am to see you?"
Margo leaned into his touch, covering the hand that held her cheek with her own.

"I think so," she mumbled. "I didn't though." She turned slightly to kiss the palm of his hand,

"I'm happy to see you Q." She smiled at him before standing on her toes and pressing her lips against his.

Quentin inhaled sharply once their lips met, pulling her even closer to him as he returned the passionate kiss.

They stood there, in the middle of the airport, making up for lost time. Quentin finally knew that he wasn't just pining for Margo from afar like he had his whole life.

She returned his feelings. They weren't one dimensional, ideal, misunderstood versions of themselves to each other anymore.

He felt her skin against his, saw her flaws, and was finally able to embrace his true feelings for her. It was real.

Margo was the first to pull away. Biting her flushed lip, she smirked at him while nudging her nose against his chin. "It's good to be back."~

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