Return to sender

Within reach

A silly note had been posted, something innocent yet meaningful and you felt giddy every time Levi contacted you, sure it was to speak about your letter. Days off from work were arranged, leave booked and now both of you had merely half a week to wait until the grand event - after that, a fortnight would follow in which you could enjoy one another's company, do what you currently only dreamt about and finally hold the man close as desired, feel his warmth and bask in real flesh. It was hard to believe that nearly a month had passed since the meeting had been discussed, excruciating passage of time making it seem like years but you'd kept in contact daily as always, more suggestive discussions commonplace.

Levi had a similar sensation of nerves, not about his trip but the missive he'd sent yesterday, hoping it would reach you before he did. Words often failed him, so writing it down made sense, envelope sealed while he still had the guts to mail the damn thing. Bags were packed, enough belongings for his stay along with gifts and every single letter he'd received from you - the aim was to bring them together, read over the beginnings of your relationship as a pair and laugh about how ridiculous your behaviour had been. With a small smile, Levi pushed his glasses back up his nose and set about slicing through today's tiny pile of correspondence.

A certain package stood out but he didn't rush, simply took his time and got to your familiar writing in turn, paper carefully unstuck and he brought out a single sheet, one with no words or ink. All that sat on his new prize was a deep red imprint, your lips having been painted in luscious colour before pressing deeply against the foolscap and the man laughed once, recalling your comment the other day around how you'd be leaving your mark on him. And here it was already, pout perfectly preserved on the white substance. Serious consideration was held along the lines of kissing your ruby offering, however Levi held off, not wanting to seem like a teen rubbing up against a poster of their favourite celebrity.

"Jesus (F/N)...you wait. Just you wait. This weekend is going to be fucking incredible."

"Ah, another love letter I see?"

"Piss off Mike and get your own life."

"Have one. Rather happy with it, thanks." The huge male took his usual seat on the desk's edge, furniture once more protesting under the weight of over six feet of manliness and he gave a loud chuckle. "Levi, you're blushing."

"No I'm fucking not."

"Yes you are. What are you going to be like on Saturday?"

Silver eyes glared up as the paper was folded with care, kiss placed in his pocket and away from a prying gaze.

"I'll be fine Mike."

"Whatever you say. Just don't fuck it up."

"Why would I?"

"I dunno, maybe your glowing and friendly disposition might be a bit too much?" Sarcasm dripped from the blonde's mouth and he grinned. "But I guess she knows what she's in for, right?"

"Damn straight."

"That is if you even get there, Levi."

An unseasonably cold snap had hit, a good seven weeks until Christmas but a snowy storm was battering the coastal town, moving it's way across the country with slow intent and practically following his intended route, due to dump white crystal ice on the city he would be headed for.

Miles away, you opened your own mail, hidden behind the computer screen for some reason - the guys knew who it was from, how committed you both were to making something of this despite the distance, but to scurry away made it feel all the more delicious, a secret just between the two of you. Elegant writing was presented, neat lines as always and you started to read with hunger.