The day of the flight, Chris was a nervous wreck. His tall, broad-shouldered frame paced the length of his small apartment, his short brown hair flecked with gray damp from the sweat of his mounting anxiety. His brown eyes, usually steady and thoughtful, darted to the clock every few seconds, betraying the storm of nerves brewing within him.

Across the ocean, Rose was a stark contrast to his turmoil. Standing a little over 5'6", her long, curly brown hair, streaked with hints of red, bounced as she moved about her room, choosing a casual yet stylish outfit for the big moment. Her green eyes sparkled with excitement as she applied a light touch of makeup, eager to meet the man whose words had kept her company for months.

Finally, Chris found himself at the bustling York airport, his palms clammy and his breaths shallow. When he spotted Rose standing amidst the crowd, her fitted dress shimmering in the fluorescent lights, it felt as though the chaos of the terminal faded.

Her green eyes scanned the crowd, and the moment they landed on him, her face lit up with recognition. She smiled, her full lips curving in a way that sent a wave of relief washing over him.

“Chris,” she called, her voice warm and inviting. “I’m so glad you made it.”

He smiled back, his nerves melting as he walked toward her, his heart pounding. “Thanks to you, I did. I can’t believe I’m finally here.”

Rose stepped closer, her eyes widening as the enormity of what he’d done dawned on her. “Oh my god, Chris! You actually got on a plane?”

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, his tall frame leaning slightly as if to downplay the moment. “Yeah... I can’t believe it either. I thought I was going to pass out just walking to the gate.”

Her grin widened as she took a step closer, her long curls catching the light. “You? Mr. ‘I’d rather wrestle a bear than set foot in the sky’? You must’ve been terrified!”

“Terrified doesn’t even cover it,” he admitted, nodding vigorously. “My palms are still sweating. Pretty sure I crushed the poor armrest the whole flight. But… here I am.”

Rose laughed, her green eyes dancing as she reached out and took his hands in hers. His large hands dwarfed hers, but the gesture felt natural, grounding. “Here you are! I’m so proud of you, Chris. Really. You faced your fear for this—” She paused, her smile softening as she gazed up at him. “For us.”

His brown eyes softened as he looked at her, his voice steady despite the butterflies still fluttering in his chest. “You were the only reason I even considered it. I kept picturing you waiting here, and… I guess I couldn’t let you down.”

Her fingers tightened slightly around his, her expression tender. “You didn’t. You’ve already done more than I ever expected. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d go through with it.”

Chris laughed nervously, shaking his head. “Neither did I. I almost turned around. Twice. But then I remembered your messages, all those late nights talking about this moment, and…” He paused, his brown eyes locking onto her vibrant green ones. “I just kept going.”

Rose’s smile brightened, a mixture of joy and pride lighting up her face. “Well, you did it. And you’re here. Now, let’s make it worth every white-knuckled second you spent in the air.”

Chris chuckled, his tension finally beginning to ease as he squeezed her hands. “I think it already is.”

They spent the evening exploring the city, their laughter echoing through the narrow alleys. Rose regaled him with tales of York's storied past, while Chris shared stories of the vast Canadian wilderness. The chemistry between them was palpable, a mix of comfort and sexual tension that grew with each passing moment.

As they sat in a cozy pub, sharing a pint and a platter of fish and chips, Chris reached across the table and took Rose's hand. "You know, I've been thinking," he said, his voice low and earnest. "We've shared so much through our messages, but there's something I've been dying to ask you."

Rose raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, really? And what's that?"

"Well," Chris began, his eyes locked onto hers, "I was wondering if you'd like to come back to my hotel room with me."

Rose's smirk widened. "Oh, is that so? And what makes you think I'd be interested in that?"

Chris leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. "Because I've been imagining what it would be like to kiss you for months now, and I think it's high time we found out if the reality lives up to the fantasy."

Rose's breath hitched, and she bit her lower lip, a gesture that sent a jolt of desire straight to Chris' groin. "Well, in that case," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I think I'd like that very much."

The walk back to the hotel was filled with anticipation. They held hands, their fingers entwined, their eyes locked onto each other. The city seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their own little world.

Once inside the hotel room, Chris turned to face Rose, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, his hands cupping her face, and leaned in to capture her lips in a soft, tender kiss. Rose melted into him, her body pressing against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting, as the kiss deepened.

Chris' hands roamed over Rose's body, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. He unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of shimmering fabric. Rose stood before him in a lacy black bra and matching panties, her body a tantalizing promise of the pleasures to come.

"You're so beautiful," Chris murmured, his eyes drinking her in. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra with a deft flick of his fingers. The bra fell away, revealing her full, pert breasts. He leaned down, his mouth capturing one taut nipple, sucking and teasing it until Rose was gasping with pleasure.

Rose's hands were busy as well, unbuttoning Chris' shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. She ran her hands over his chest, her fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. "Your body is incredible," she whispered, her voice filled with awe and desire.

Chris stepped back, his hands moving to his waistband. He pushed his pants down, revealing his hard cock, straining against his boxers. Rose's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her breath coming in short gasps. Chris stepped out of his pants and boxers, standing naked before her.

Rose reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers stroking him gently. "You're so hard," she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and hunger.

James groaned, his hips thrusting forward as Rose's hand moved up and down his length. He reached for her, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Rose stepped out of them, leaving her completely naked.

Chris led her to the bed, lying down on his back. He pulled her on top of him, his cock pressing against her pussy. Rose straddled him, her hands on his chest, her eyes locked onto his. She pushed herself up, positioning his cock at her entrance, and slowly sank down onto him.

"Oh, fuck," Chris groaned, his hands gripping her hips. "You feel so good."

Rose began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, sensual rhythm. Chris could feel every inch of her, her pussy gripping him tightly. He looked up at her, his eyes locked onto hers as she rode him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and desire. "I want to watch you cum like a good girl."

Rose's breath hitched, and her movements became more urgent. She leaned forward, her hands on Chris' chest, her body pressing against his. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Chris reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples. Rose threw her head back, her body convulsing as an orgasm washed over her. Chris could feel her pussy clenching around him, and he knew he was close to the edge as well.

"Cum with me," Rose gasped, her body still shuddering from her orgasm.

Chris nodded, his hips thrusting up to meet hers. He could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure coursing through his body. With a final thrust, he came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

Rose collapsed on top of him, their bodies slick with sweat. They lay there for a moment, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Rose propped herself up on her elbows, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Well, that was certainly worth the wait," she said, her voice filled with satisfaction.

Chris laughed, his arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. "I couldn't agree more," he murmured, his lips capturing hers in a soft, tender kiss.

As they lay there, their bodies entwined, they knew that this was just the beginning of their journey together. The obstacles that had once seemed insurmountable now paled in comparison to the connection they shared. They had overcome the distance between them, and now, they were ready to face whatever came their way, side by side.