Home For Christmas

Daphne Kwiatek sat in the back of a noisy bar at the Warsaw Chopin International Airport picking at an apple Kolaczki and sipping a very dry Belvedere Martini. She had replaced her muddy OCP boots for a pair of similar color Uggs. She sat dreamily watching the snowfall and the flights take off and land waiting for her flight back to old orchard field. She had packed her dress uniform in her carry on. She wasn’t about to wear it for 11 hour flight and she had neglected to clean her other uniforms, just tossing them in her duffel bag for the flight back to the states. She needed this time to remove herself from the state of the world and pretend it was all okay. But she also promised Whitley she would return home in uniform. She would stop off at the USO in Chicago and change. Maybe Whitley would bring her flowers even while she grappled with the craziness of pick up. Daphne smiled thinking about how frazzled yet pretty Whitley would probably be all frustrated with the cops yelling to move along and the taxis honking. But they would stop and kiss and ignore the cacophony for a moment.

***

Whitley drummed her thumbs on her steering wheel. Christmas traffic was just great. They were moving a whole 7 miles per hour on the interstate.  She could see the exit up ahead. Today of all days she didn’t want to be late.

 “Come on!” She yelled into the void of the car. The plane would be landing in the next twenty minutes and she still needed to swing by for flowers. Traffic lurched ahead and Whitley peered in the mirrors carefully before pulling onto the shoulder around the traffic passing two cars and zipping into the exit. The GPS spoke, “In three hundred feet turn left onto Boulevard way.” 

“In 100 feet turn left.”

“In 10 feet turn left.”

“Okay okay! I am turning!” If she didn’t miss Daphne so much her soul ached there was no way in hell she’d brave Chicago traffic to get her from the airport. 

Whitney pulled off into the flower market and parked as close to the door as she could. She rushed up and down the aisles picking out different flowers changing her mind about a dozen times. Ugh, nothing was perfect. Her stomach turned and body tingled. It had been a very long six months since she laid hands on her wife. Whitley spotted a full colorful mixed bouquet that reminded her of the first flowers she ever bought for the woman. She smiled. They were perfect. She handed the cashier wad of cash and rushed back to the car. The last thing she wanted to do was keep her beloved waiting after all this time. She pulled back into the congested traffic and followed the monotone voice directions. The plane would be there any moment.

***

The vodka and the Atarax had worn off, Daphne slowly started to wake. The pilot announced that they had started their descent. Daphne stretched her legs and shrugged her shoulders. She opened the window shade to see the plane wing dip and circle the skyline over Lake Michigan. No matter how many times she saw the view, the great big Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier and the Sears Tower’s great big shoulders, it never grew old. It was always like seeing it for the first time but familiar welcoming her home. It had been a long six months. 

She and Whitley did not have much contact during this time as Daphne’s work took her to places “she wasn’t really going, delivering supplies that she didn’t really have.” She wondered how it would be back in Whitley’s arms and wondered how long she could make it without being over her knee. The plane circled the airport and taxid for what seemed forever. Daphne became very anxious waiting for the seatbelt sign to go off so she could grab her carry on and get off the plane. 

The engine shut down and the light finally dinged. The pilot was back on the overhead flight informing them that they had landed at O’Hare International Airport, the time was 5:47 pm local time and it was a balmy 29 degrees Fahrenheit. 

“Witamy w Chicago. Witaj w domu.” The pilot added for native Poles onboard. “Lastly, welcome home, Major Kwiatek-Augustana.” Oh she was gonna take her Irish school strap to her wife unless she lit Daphne up first for all the dirty laundry in her duffel bag. They had time for both now.

Daphne waited for those ahead of her to deplane and grabbed her garment bag and backpack and headed to change. There was an older gentleman sitting at the USO reception desk wearing his black and gold Korean Veteran Hat.

“Welcome home soldier. What can I do for you?” The man asked her. She nodded, showing him her ID.

“Just need to change into the uniform for the misses.” Whitley smiled at the gentleman.

“Ah she will like that. There’s some restrooms over there.” He pointed across the room. Daphne slung her bags over her shoulder and headed off to do her diligence. 

Locking the bathroom door behind her she couldn’t help but let her mind return to the vet she just met. She wondered if he had eaten a Thanksgiving Turkey sling loaded to his tank stuck in a snowed in position in the Korean Peninsula mountains. Wondered how that war was different than those that have come since. Wondered if they had learned any lessons in the years spent in the jungle and dessert. She shook the thoughts away. There was no time for that now. Her wife was waiting. She quickly changed. Too many pierogies and way too much cortisol, her chest almost popped out of her tan button shirt. She fixed her tie and buttoned her Pinks and Greens coat. 

“Merry Christmas!” She called over her shoulder with a wave to the man at the desk before she rushed toward the baggage claim for her duffles. She was gonna look so ridiculous. Whitley better bring her flowers, the wool was so itchy. But her body was on fire at the thought of the embrace she had desired for so long.

***

Daphne had wanted to wear her crush cap but she had left it at home. One can’t very well take a hat box on a deployment, it would look as ridiculous as the authorized capes and old issued lipstick cases. How are you supposed to survive in the Vietnamese jungle hopping on helicopters with a lipstick case, skirt, pantyhose, and high heels. 

She was thankful to those who wore Athena’s lapel into battle, but so glad they had come so far. Now, she could wear fatigues and practical boots. She exited the airport and placed her cunt cap squarely on her head whilst balancing all her bags. 

Daphne scanned the traffic and sidewalk. It was windy and cold, dark and bright all at the same time. Where was Whitley in this mess? She spotted her and picked up her pace longing for her lover’s embrace.

***

Whitley’s leg bounced up and down waiting for the traffic to move. She could see the terminal ahead. Daphne had just texted letting her know she had her bags and was making her way to the curb. Somehow the traffic was worse here than the interstate. She fluffed the flowers and looked at herself in the mirror and fluffed her hair as well. Even reached for her perfume hiding in the glove box and gave herself several sprays. 

There was little she could do about the dark bags that had been present for about as long as her wife had been gone. Adjusting to sleeping alone had been nightmarish at best. Hopefully that part of their life was over and neither would be sleeping in an empty bed again.  

Another wave of cars moved along and Whitleys chest tightened. Things weren’t moving fast enough. She’s coming home to stay. There is so much time. No need to rush. Finally she was parallel with the terminal. Daphne told her to meet her at 16D. It was at the other end where traffic was lighter. Whitley tried to focus on the chaos of the cars and foot traffic but found her gaze wandering to the sidewalk hoping to find her brunette in the crowd. 

Finally she made it to Terminal D. Only now needed to get to the end of it. It was so loud and her heartbeat was in her ears. Cops were yelling everywhere, horns blowing and the sounds of planes overhead had her body raw and a bunch of nerves. 12… 13… 14… 15… 16! 

Whitney waited for a car to pull away before taking its place as a cop directed. She put the car in park and carefully stepped out into the drop zone. She pulled the flowers out and went to the sidewalk to wait. She checked her phone again. Daphne’s name popped up again. 

“I see you.” Whitley shoved the phone in her pocket and stood on her tiptoes searching for the smaller woman. She would surely stand out in the crowd of bundled up Chicagoans. She would be the only one in pinks and greens. She spotted a cunt cap about 50 yards away. She resisted leaving her running car to run to her. It had been a long six months. As the crowd thinned, their eyes met. Daphne picked up the pace bags and all.

***

Whitley stepped towards her wife as she dropped the bags on the dirty airport sidewalk and engulfed her body pulling her as close as humanly possible. Tears welled against her will as she buried her face deep into the wool jacket hugging the strong soldier she had missed. Pulling back just enough, Whitley looked down and kissed her wife hungrily. The touch gave life to part of her that had been quiet too long. 

“How have you survived without kisses for so long.” Daphne initiated this time and held the kiss squeezing tightly. Someone yards away was yelling to move on but she didn’t care. Finally, after a few moments of tongues wrestling for control, Whitley gave the flowers over to Daphne whose smile lit up. 

“Thank you, love. I love them.” Whitley hugged the woman close again while the yelling was getting louder. 

“YOU CAN’T PARK! HERE MOVE IT!” Whitley growled and Daphne laughed a bit. 

“We should go before they try to ticket us.” Her nose crinkled but she nodded. They needed a room. 

“Okay sweetheart. Let’s go.” Whitley picked up a bag while Daphne slung the other over her shoulder. Hand in hand they loaded the car and got in the front. Whitley typed an address into the GPS and pulled away from the sidewalk. 

“We aren’t going home?” Daphne asked. 

“No, sweetheart, I figured you wouldn’t want any more travel after the day you’ve had and half a year. I got us a room for a few days in the city. Unless you want to drive home? It’ll take 3 or more hours with traffic though.” Daphne leaned over and kissed her face.

“I love you. And I’ve missed you.”

***

“The Renaissance? Whitley, really? With its 40 dollar breakfasts and all? Can we go to the American Girl Doll Store? The Water Tower? The high tea at the Drake with its gingerbread village?” Daphne asked, her eye’s twinkling like a little kid on Christmas morning. 

“Whatever you want sweetheart. I want to sit in a warm bath and eat chocolate strawberries. There’s also a massage and room service scheduled.” 

“Yeah?” Daphne beamed. “I could use one of those! A cot for six months does nothing for my 30 something body. Any whipped cream?” Daphne grabbed Whitley’s hand and kissed her cheek as they headed towards Lake Shore Drive. The last six months melted away while the radio played “I’ll be home for Christmas if only in my dreams.”

***

Whitley felt tears swell again as she clung to her love. The city was a blur in the solitude of the car. It was surreal. So much time spent with a quick call a few times a week. A message at odd hours. The rotation of the world slowed and recentered as she felt the small hand interlaced with hers. The hotel while close still felt too far. She needed to hold and love. They weaved through traffic and let the music keep them company. 

She couldn’t resist looking into the seat next to her every couple minutes. Needing reassurance that this was real. That she was finally home. They pulled off onto the exit that the hotel was on and made their way down packed streets. They needed to get out of this car. 

Finally, they pulled into the driveway of the hotel. She parked the car and went around to open the door for her lady.

“My love.” Whitley opened the door with gusto and waited for her to step out. She kissed her again slowly. “I packed a bag of normal clothes for you. Do you want your duffel as well.” 

“That’s sweet. I don’t need it. Just dirty uniforms and crap I hope to never see again.” Whitley raised an eyebrow and made a mental note to question her wife later about the dirty clothes, which caused Daphne to noticeably blush. Whitley waited not so patiently as Daphne got out and tipped the valet and grabbed Whitley’s bags and her garment bag. She noticeably shivered a bit. The lake effect wind went right through both of them even with the wool they were both wearing. Daphne retook her hand and strolled into the grand hotel lobby together at last.

***

Whitley led them past the front desk and straight to the elevators. 

“We don’t need to check in?” Daphne questioned. 

“Already did.” Whitley grinned and hit the button for the 24 floor. 

“Whitley.” The other woman whispered. 

Without words as the doors closed behind them she closed the space between them, trapping the smaller woman against the wall. She looked deep into green eyes before cupping her cheek softly and going in for a deep kiss. She felt hands pull closer and obliged. She sucked her wife’s lip into her mouth not so gently and moaned. 

“I need you so desperately.” Daphne nodded and Whitley felt a hand go between them then cupped her breast. 

“I’ve missed you so much. Please never leave me again.” Whitley begged. 

“Never, love.” The elevator moved slowly to the top of the building while the two women slowly and lovingly continued to kiss. When it lurched to a stop, Whitley held Daphne’s hand again and led them in the direction of their suite. 

She stuck the key card in the door and opened it holding it for her wife who was dragging the bags. 

“A suite? Really, Whitley? This is too much.” Daphne dropped the bags and walked deeper into the room looking around. 

“It’s not love you deserve something nice after…” Whitley let the door close and followed the woman in. Daphne touched her face and gave a long warm hug. 

“Why don’t we take a nice hot shower? It will help us warm up.” She quietly suggested. 

***

“That would be lovely.” Whitley agreed. 

Daphne looked around the suite. It had a couch and sitting chair and even a dining room area near the kitchen. She could see the skyline from the large picture window. She put the bags down and looked up at Whitley. It had been so long. Darn this wool was so itchy.

“First things first, baby girl. We have to get you out of this uniform.” Whitley took Daphne’s hand and led her into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed and tugged Daphne toward her. She undid Daphne’s coat belt and the buttons.

 “Take this and hang it up in the closet then come back to me.” Daphne did as she was told and came back to Whitley who then undid her tie and unbuttoned her shirt leaving it open. Then she took Daphne’s belt buckle off and slowly unzipped her pants pushing them down with her underwear. She then took Daphne’s blouse all the way off and unsnapped her bra, taking each strap off one by one before caressing her wife’s breasts.

 “Go and put your clothes away” Again Daphne did as she was told and hung up her pants and blouse and returned to her wife. She stood in front of her with her hands on her head.

“Good girl, let’s see if my baby girl still remembers to obey. Turn around, spread your legs and bend over.” Heat pooled between Daphne’s thighs at the order. She shivered, but not from the cold now.

“Yes ma’am.” She whispered before turning around and offering her bottom and the rest of herself to her wife.

***

Whitley leaned back and watched fascinated as her wife did just as she ordered. She slowly let her eyes roam. The months had changed Daphne. Every muscle was more defined skin was darker from being outside more. Whitley stood and went behind the bent woman pressing her clothed hips into nude skin.

“So beautiful as always.” She whispered to the woman.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Whitley cupped one cheek then the other. 

“Oh how I’ve missed you Daphne Kwiatek.” She rubbed each cheek in turn and let their bodies meld together. “I’m glad to see you haven’t forgotten your place in all your time away.” 

“No, ma’am.” Daphne quietly uttered. 

“Let’s go to the shower. Then we can discuss bringing home dirty clothes home with you. And don’t think I didn’t taste the vodka on your lips.” The last part elicited a whine from Daphne which was met with a rough squeeze of bare skin causing her to whimper and wiggle. Whitley stepped back, pulled her up and then returned the kiss that Daphne hungrily gave. The shorter woman grinned before scurrying into the bathroom. 

Whitley closely followed dropping her clothing as she did. She found her wife half in the shower messing with the water temperature.

“Not too hot love. Remember I’m all sensitive.” Whitley jested. 

“Yes, ma’am. Sensitive.” Daphne turned and faced her, taking her turn in cupping her naked breast causing Whitley to gasp. God had she missed that warm knowing touch. 

“Sweetheart.” Daphne smiled before lips met again tangling for control. 

Whitley wrapped an arm around the little soldier and guided them into the warm water. They both sighed at the warmth that washed the cold Chicago winter off. Whitley pulled away just enough to look down at her woman. 

“‘My soul has truly ached for you, love.”  At that Daphne began swiping uncontrollable tears gently from her face. 

“I’m right here, love. I’m not going anywhere.” Whitley nodded and kissed again. Hungrier now. She needed her wife. She found round perky globes and squeezed the pulling her closer. 

“Mine.” She growled into her lover’s mouth. Daphne squeaked and gave her big eyes. 

“Yours.” She returned.

***

Daphne wrapped her arms around Whitney and rested her head in between her breasts letting the warm water wash all over her. She missed this. What the world needs now is love, sweet love. Lord, we don’t need another trench, we have trenches a plenty…

Whitney looked down at her bride and kissed her deeply. “Let’s wash that misadventure off you, shall we, love.”  She felt her face warm again. 

“Yes, please.” Daphne loved when her wife washed her from head to toe though some parts got a little embarrassing and she got a little impatient by how long it took some times. She made do with a 90 second PT shower just fine and if that wasn’t possible baby wipes got the grime off. She took a deep breath and relaxed her body. Allowing them both to enjoy this private quiet moment between them. Daphne closed her eyes and focused solely on the feeling of her wife’s touch. Gone was mud, blood, and sirens. Just the soft sure presence of the person she wished to never leave again.  

***

Happily Whitley lathered floral smelling body wash onto a cloth and slowly began washing her little soldier.  She started with her face touching each cheek carefully and slowly working her way down. Whitley held the woman close as she massaged the sweet smelling wash into each shoulder back and then leg giving special attention to the sweet tender areas making Daphne moan. 

“Oh how I’ve missed this.” Daphne melted. 

“Me too sweetheart.” Whitley looked up from where she was kneeling at her wife’s feet and kissed firm thighs. A hand found its way to the back of her head urging her closer to center. 

“Tut tut my baby girl. Have you earned such things? We still have some things to discuss.” Daphne groaned and Whitley stood and held the woman’s jaw firmly. 

“Just because you were galavanting around the world doesn’t mean you get to be a naughty little girl.” Daphne bit her lip as they were eye level again.

“Yes ma’am.” She half whimpered looking down.

“Let’s go into the bedroom and have the first of many discussions, Major.” Whitley stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel and then held one open for her wife. 

***

“Come on love, let’s get you dried off.” Daphne complied with Whitley’s orders and gingerly stepped from the shower. 

Whitney started to dry her girl off. Ruffling her hair and then moving down around her pert breasts. Roughly drying her off between her thighs. Whitley then turned her girl around and gave her a sharp swat on her bottom. 

“Go wait for me on the bed, on your hands and knees.” Daphne wanted to melt. She knew the tenderly loving wife was gone and now her stern and loving ma’am was present. Her entire body tingled at the strong tone and look.

“Yes, Whitley.” She looked down at the feet and trudged to the bed. It did look inviting. Big, soft, and warm. She climbed into the bed and got onto her knees. She adjusted just so. She knew better than to disobey her wife when she was like this. It would just lead to even more punishment. She leaned down on her elbows allowing her exposed bottom and sex to be presented for whatever Whitley had in store. She took a deep breath. While it had been a long time, she had no doubt that the brunette would take good care of her. 

She heard quiet steps behind her and was glad that her face was mostly hidden by the bed. Her face was flush from embarrassment and excitement. She wasn’t sure if her own wetness wouldn’t puddle beneath her before Whitley even started. 

***

Whitley admired the view. The toned body, soft curves and warm embrace was calling to her. Much too long it had been. She watched it for a moment before unzipping one of the bags Daphne had brought up. 

“You wait right there for me, baby girl.” Whitley removed a long thick strap and ruler paddle. “We have much to discuss.” Whitley took her toys and knelt beside the bent woman. 

“Where should we even start, little soldier?” Upturned bottom wiggled about as she softly rubbed pale cheeks. 

“I don’t know ma’am? You taking what’s yours?” The woman sassed. Whitley dipped between thighs indulging herself with what was indeed hers which caused Daphne to moan loudly.

“Oh don’t worry my girl, it shall be taken thoroughly soon enough.” Whitley pulled her hand away and brought it sharply down across plump nude cheeks. 

“Maybe we should start with the bags full of dirty laundry in the car, sweetheart?” Whitley punctuated each word with a sharp swatting letting them build the heat in her wife’s bottom.

“We really don’t have to, ma’am!”  Daphne said from where she hid in the pillow. 

***

When it seemed like they were a million miles apart, it seemed like a good idea to disregard Whitley’s expectations of her. How she had missed her. Now with her bottom in the air, it didn’t seem like such a good idea. Though Daphne was so happy to be near Whitley again, getting reacquainted. She clenched her bottom and hid further into the pillow.

“Whitley! Ouchies, Ma’am! Be gentle with me please.” She felt Whitley’s touch return to her cheeks and she readied herself for a onslaught. 

“Oh this is being gentle.” Whitley replied. “This is just my hand love. We have a ways to go yet.” The tempo on her bottom increased. The swats firmer. Cheeks turning warmer. 

“Let’s not forget I don’t *need* a reason to spank this bottom. It’s mine I do with it as I please.” Whitley reminded as she continued her attention turned to Daphne’s bare thighs. The swats were reigning down there now back and forth. They were stingier. So much stingier. 

“Ma’am, tender!” Daphne couldn’t help but hiss and squirm. A hand went around her hips and held her against Whitley’s nude body. She was trapped and mostly helpless. She took a deep breath and pushed her bottom further out. She trusted Whitley with every part of her.

“I know sweetheart. That’s how you learn. You’ve needed a bottom blistering for about five months and three weeks.” The brunette relented for a moment. She enjoyed the rubbing on her stinging skin. She couldn’t help but move towards the light touch that found her center again.

“Right there, love. Please. I have missed your touch.” Daphne whined pushing her hips toward Whitley’s hand. Whitley had other plans and returned to spanking her beloved alternating between each cheek and upper thigh. 

Daphne held tight to the bed. She was trying to obey and be submissive. But six months without this touch had made her a light weight. Whitley’s hand was no joke. She was wiggling trying to maintain her position. She held onto the pillow, longing to be in Whitley’s arms but had also missed her hand kindling this fire.

***

Whitley relented long enough to pick up the paddle. She rested it against bare pink skin measuring the distance. Daphne squirmed slightly under the wood before she started slow even swats. 

“Be still and take your padding like a good girl Daphne.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Her wife whimpered stilling. Whitley continued the paddling slowly and steadily watching as skin turned a darker shade of pink. The sight was mesmerizing. She couldn’t resist much longer.

“Owie, ma’am, owie.” Daphne shifted under the paddle and pushed her bottom out again. 

Whitley stopped at the sight, her own body pulsating and throbbing. She tossed the paddle and allowed a hand to travel back to center cupping dampness before pushing two fingers deeply inside. 

***

“Whitley!” Daphne moaned uncontrollably. “Please.” She gasped as Whitley pushed her fingers against the spot that made her melt.

“I’ve missed you inside me so badly these past six months.” She panted into the bed. She was close to losing control. Heaviness was building in her pelvis. It was getting harder and harder to hold herself up.

“This is the best Christmas present ever.” She added looking back at Whitley wishing she could continue to be fucked just like this but also kiss those plump pink lips.

 “Besides, maybe my stuffie Santa Clause gave to me. He must be in my bag somewhere.” Daphne half panicked and half pushed herself into Whitley’s fingers. So many long nights without Whitley’s embrace. Six long moons almost half the world away. Mud and gunpowder and way too many MREs. She had to come home to her lover. She had made it home. Whitley distracted her with even deeper movements inside her body and a firm swat on her warm cheeks. 

“Whitley, stay right there, please.” Daphne begged horsley. She closed her eyes not wanting the moment to end. This alone was worth the trip across the world on Christmas Eve. 

***

“I’m not going anywhere, love.” Whitley couldn’t deny her love any longer and pushed deeper into warm wetness with two fingers. With the other hand Whitley picked the paddle back up, moving back and forth between cheeks spanking quickly and stingily.

“Oh sweetheart, please.” Daphne’s body rocked getting tighter making the movements more difficult. Whitley dropped the paddle again and circled her wife’s waist, finding the hard bundle circling it quickly. 

“Whit.. Whitley.” Daphne moaned. 

“I’m right here sweetheart.” Whitley bent and kissed bare and slightly damp skin over and over again. “Let go.” she ordered. She used her hips as leverage forcing the fingers faster into tightness. Daphne shook, gripping the sheets before collapsing into a heap in the middle of the bed. Whitley melted into spooning her wife pulling her as close as she could. 

Daphne wiggled back into her. Whitley let every muscle relax. It had been too long with an empty bed. The weight of her eyes took over and the warmth of her wife made it okay. Tomorrow they would decorate a tree and spend the day doing much the same. The world outside these four walls faded way.

***

Daphne sighed and took a deep breath inhaling her wife’s scent. She listened to Whitley’s breath softly inhaling and exhaling. So many nights she longed to be intertwined and safe. Now she was safe, she could sleep in her wife’s arms this Silent Night.

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