From Russia, With Love...Part 2

Their honeymoon was wonderful: it seemed to be filled with magic. They made love every night and spent their days together. It seemed as if they weren’t apart for a second.
She woke up leaning on his shoulder on the plane ride home, and her neck and back were killing her. He was still awake, and he turned to look at her, a tired smile crossing his face.
“Did you sleep well?” Slowly, she sat up and looked back at him.
“Yeah, I did…are we almost home?”
“We’re actually about to land. You slept for quite a long time.” He ran his fingers over the back of her hand and stared deeply into her eyes, caressing her wedding ring. His eyes were full of gentleness and love.
“What is it,” she asked.
“You have given me everything I could ever want…” She looked up at him.
“What do you mean?” He smiled at her, taking her hand in his.
“Wearing my wedding ring…falling in love with me…you know all I’ve ever wanted was you…”
“Sometimes the things you say sound contrived,” she said , turning away.
“Contrived?”
“Fake, Vladimir. Fake. Like you’re making it all up…” She had been waiting to say that to him for quite awhile. He glared at her.
“I told you I never lie to you, Renae. Before I got you I wanted you every second of every day. Every time you were near me I longed for you. This is not some stupid story. Maybe it sounds because I say it nice but every time you smiled at me I melt and imagine myself holding you.” She laid her head on his shoulder.
“You can hold me now. I am yours.”
“I thought you never fall in love with me…Sometimes I miss chasing you.”
“Sometimes I miss the way you chased me.”
“I will chase you again.” Fire burned in his eyes. She could tell that he couldn’t wait to get back to their condo. The plane finally landed, and discreetly, he placed his hand on her ass as they exited the plane.