The X-Project

The long awaited Piotr/Warren airport log. Backdated to last Monday.

And now, to jump on the song-lyrics-as-LJ-cut-text bandwagon...


Warren waited in the bench across from the escalator. Now that the moment was nearing, he couldn't deny that there were butterflies in his stomach. He tried to cover his anxiousness by turning the pages of his GQ at regular intervals and resisting the urge to tap his foot. But when the first person came down the steps, all semblance of cool was lost. He tossed the magazine aside and stood at the foot of the escalator, staring up in eager anticipation.

Stepping off the airplane with a sense of satisfaction, Piotr sighed and smiled with the thought of being home. Knowing that Warren was there to pick him up was helping his steps walk a little quicker as he made his way towards the baggage claim.

After a few moments, Warren finally caught sight of Piotr's tall, broad frame descending. He managed to refrain from calling out his name or waving frantically. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed nonchalantly, but his face gave away his excitement. Warren made his way over to his long-lost boyfriend, his arms open and ready to embrace.

Piotr couldn't have been happier to see Warren waiting with open arms. Keeping his emotions in check (he didn't want to tear his way down the escalators and break a few necks on the way down) and waited until he decended to the bottom. They embraced for what felt like an hour. "I've missed you Warren," whispered Piotr.

Upon hearing those words, Warren hugged Piotr even tighter. He closed his eyes and buried his head in Piotr's shoulder. "I've missed you too," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. After a long while, he pulled back. He studied Piotr's face closely, as if checking to make sure nothing had changed. Finally, he leaned in and kissed Piotr softly on the lips. "You came back to me."

"Of course I did!" replied Piotr. "Did you doubt me?"

"One never knows," Warren sighed. A smile slowly spread across his face, and he gave Piotr's hand a squeeze. "Think we should head over to get your luggage now?"

Piotr chuckled. "Yes that would be a good idea." He lead Warren over to the baggage claim to gather his things. After finding his black suitcase amongst the many black suitcases, Piotr turned to Warren, "Ok, let's get out of here."

Warren hoisted Piotr's smaller duffel bag onto his shoulder and led his boyfriend to the parking lot, all the while filling him on the events of the past few months. When they reached the car, they popped the bags into the trunk and finally sat down. Suddenly, Warren noticed that they were alone for the first time. He leaned in for a kiss much deeper and longer than the peck they'd shared at the airport.

Relishing in his kiss, Piotr fell into a deep comfort. A comfort he hadn't felt in months due to his intense training. He was so happy to be back, to see his friends, and most importantly to be able to use his training to give him better standing in the mansion. He held onto Warren for a little longer and broke their kiss with a smile.

The smile was reflected on Warren's face. Warren gaze lingered on Piotr for a few extra moments, as if to make sure he was really there, and then he leaned over and started the ignition. "Welcome home, love."