His arms followed suit, lining her waist as hands traveled up her back, pulling her closer - just what he needed to know that he was truly home.
"Thank you," he breathed out with the same breath that he had inhaled, his face buried in the crook of her neck. She smelled like the sea he longed for and even now, the olives of their true homeland.
Odysseus' growing stubble grazed against her smooth skin as he kissed her, gently, before releasing her just enough to gaze into her eyes.