Home

My attempt at second person point of view.

The door glides open as you walk in the door. The carpet softens the steps it takes to reach the hall table. the air smells of warm vanilla and brown sugar. you drop your keys in the chipped, rust brown bowl with a sharp clank. A leather briefcase gets set by the table and black loafers join it. You loosen your tie, its choking you after a long day of meetings. A roll of your shoulders shrugs off the days stress. The sound of pots and pans being shuffled drifts down the hall. Breathing deep, a contented smile stretches your lips.
A quick look in the living room reveals soft candle light and a crackling fire in the hearth. A gentle melody is being hummed in the kitchen as you round the corner. She's standing at the sink. Blonde hair shining in the late afternoon light. A blue tshirt and black jeans hug her body in all the right places. No doubt she's barefoot, toes tapping to the melody competing with the sizzle of the stove top. She's lost in her own world, oblivious of your return.
You round the island and softly click the stove off. Toes still tapping gently along with the song, she doesn't hear you.
Moving along the counter behind her, you breathe in the lilac and honeysuckle perfume floating in the air. It competes with the smells from the pans but is still strong enough to be intoxicating. You lower your face to the crook of her neck. Warm breathe ruffles the blonde curls and her unique scent mingles with the perfume. The hummed melody quiets as her hands reach back and slide into yours. Twining her fingers with yours, her body sways towards you as she turns. a smile lights her face. "Dinners almost ready," she says in a breathless voice.
"It can wait," you say, a soft growl distorting the words.
Her fingers slip from yours and slide up your arms, kneading gently as they go. They still on your chest before slipping to the back of your neck. Tangling her fingers there, she pulls your face to hers. Lips sweep across your cheek as lilac fills your senses.
A low moan fills the space between you when teeth nip your ear. "I missed you," she breathes against your neck. Her arms pull you close, molding bodies together . You drink in her warmth, letting it settle the restlessness that lingers in your muscles.
your hands move to the small of her back, kneading as slide higher. A sigh feathers across your neck and a kiss is pressed to your shoulder. Your arms cross around her ribs and pull this precious woman closer.
A sigh escapes your lips as you each loose yourselves in the other.
"It's good to be home," you whisper.
~TBC~

Author's Note

Everything is up for grabs in this. Grammar, punctuation, voice, tense ... Give me your all. This was strange to write and I'm not sure if I even hit the mark. All comments, reviews and critiques are welcome.
Thanks for reading.