Homecoming

[ariosto]

A simple romance for Along Came Mary and myself...enjoy.


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September 1945...New York City.

He didn't give a damn about the photographer. Or the people around them. Or the City around the people. He had Amy...he had Amy!

Davy Moore is back from the war. He's seen things no one in his hometown of Danbury Connecticut ever dreamed of. He'd been a gentle child his mother said, with a love of animals and a talent for drawing. He'd been very shy around the girls...


January 1945 Naples ...

"Your turn to take her Moore."
Karl Phipps buttoned up his bell bottoms and stepped away from the bed where a dark haired girl lay sprawled, her legs splayed wide open. Davy was fifth in line, second to the last. He hesitated to think about the age of the girl. His kid sister was probably older.
She kept her face to the wall while he did it just as she had all the others.
Six guys...six guys for a carton of Lucky Strikes. You couldn't beat the price.

He'd known Amy from High School, they'd dated way back before the war. He graduated near the top of his class in 40, she near the top of hers in 42. They'd gone to the prom together, kissed passionately and petted heavily. Their dates would end for him with aching balls and masturbation later in the bathroom but he'd never put so much as a finger on her sex. Never even seen her breasts. It was like that back then.

The war came and Davy dropped out of the small college he was attending and went to work building submarines in New London. He'd had to move and their romance paled fast.
Letters passed for a year or so, then nothing. He knew from his mother that Amy was seeing an old freind of his and he wondered sometimes if she was putting out for him. .
He got laid for the first time on a date with Sandra Nardone his foreman's daughter.
It was fun but it cost him his job and after a few days reflection he enlisted in the Navy.

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*Dear Amy, I know it's been a long time since you heard from me but I've been thinking about you alot lately. I joined up about 5 months ago and I'm being assigned to a ship. A destroyer...imagine me a sailor huh?...

Anzio beach head 1944...

The bomb had struck the Hood amidships taking out the port torpedo tubes and blasting it's way through
three interior decks. Incinerating the entire galley crew of cooks bakers and stewards and hurling Able Seaman Moore into the gory mess that had been a table full of hungry sailors a moment before.
He was covered with blood, bone and entrails when they pulled him free. Half of his best freind, Tony Baker's shattered skull and brains were cradled in his arms...

...Any way Amy I'm shipping out for the Mediterranian next week and I wondered if you would write to me.
It would be swell to hear from you again. I miss you a lot.

Davy*

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They wrote long letters full of passion and promise. They'd get married when the war was over...have four kids. Maybe move to the City after he finished school...buy a house...make love...all of it.


Rome May 1945.

"The war's over baby, give me some for free."
"It'll cost you Joe...what you think you want will cost a lot."
Davy didn't like being called Joe but she'd come highly recommended..
He tossed the lira on the bed and threw her down..."Okay girl...teach me."

Gunnersmate 2nd class Moore broke his arm while in transit from the European theater to the Pacific. There'd been a brawl between sailors and marines at a Manhatten bar and he'd taken a blow from a big jarhead corporal weilding a bar stool.
Recuperation would take a month in the infirmary at the Brooklyn Navy yard.
Amy called and said that she'd come to see him. She left her job at the defense plant in Hartford for a week and rented a room at the Mayflower Hotel on 67th. They met under the CocaCola sign in Times Square. They hadn't seen each other in nearly three years.

Ten minutes later the world stopped.
Sirens cut loose...every car with a radio began blowing it's horn. People leaned out screaming...
It's Over...ITS OVER!

THE GODDAMNED WAR IS OVER!!!!!

He grabbed her in his arms and kissed her like she'd never been kissed before....





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[along came mary]

Amy

Amy Bledsoe was melting from the mouth down. She had dreamt of this moment with Davy for the past three years, and now finally, here she was.

Three years.

It had been three years since she had even so much as laid eyes on Davy. That’s definitely not to say she hadn’t spared him a thought or two… hundred thousand. That most likely is a conservative number. He’d haunted her thoughts and prayers constantly. His letters had been coming in regularly and she eagerly awaited each and every one. They’d discussed their future together, as well as marriage and building a family, and even though Amy was hopeful, there was no formal proposal, least not as of yet.

Davy’s injury had been rather a mixed blessing. She was horrified that he was injured. Davy’s well-being was a constant source of worry for Amy. Her worst nightmares circled around the war and the distinct possibility of Davy (perish the thought) not making it home. She’d had many friends and family that had lost love ones to the battles, and she pleaded with God each day to continue to keep guard over her precious Davy. So far, so good. Well, at least for the most part. When one takes into consideration the possibility of death and dismemberment, a tiny fracture of the ulna really didn’t seem all that horrible.

A host of butterflies had seemingly taken up residence in her stomach. She was a twitter with excitement and nerves. A finely boned hand lifted and adjusted an upswept dark curl as she scanned the throng of people lining the streets. They’d agreed to meet under the Coca-cola advertisement. She was sure he’d changed some, the war and hardships he’d had to face was sure to do that to him. She just couldn’t imagine how. She still pictured him in her mind as the handsome boy who had escorted her to the senior promenade. He had been devilishly handsome then, to the point of actually stealing her breath. He’d complimented her so on her pristine white dress that she had chosen the same shade for her dress today. Far be it for her not to take advantage of that pleasant memory.

“Amy!”

Her heart leapt as a familiar voice rang out from across the street. She turned, spotting him a bit above the crowd, standing on the bumper of a parked car. A smile burst across her face at the sight of him, mirroring his own. She waved to him and quickly weaved her way through the crowd towards him. They met in the middle of the street, her baby blue eyes gazing adoringly into his chocolate brown.

God! He was devastatingly handsome. He was just a mere boy when he left but he had come back a man. A few lines creased his sun-kissed face, accentuating the sensuous curve of his full lips and rugged jaw-line. Her memories certainly did not do him justice.

He stared at her, his mouth hanging slightly open, then closed it and swallowed. His eyes traveled slowly down her body, then returned to her face, wide pools of unmistakable admiration.

She blushed furiously under his roving eye, her cheeks flushing a very becoming pink.

“Davy.” She said, a smile evident in her voice as well as brightening her countenance.

“Amy.” He replied, a hint of laughter evident in his.

She glanced up at him from under a fringe of dark lashes, a flirtatious twinkling glimmering in her eye. She had taken a breath, fully preparing to launch into her speech of how much she had missed him and how very glad she was of his return when the cry went up. Traffic stopped. For one brief moment time at Time Square stood still. People shouted the news, yelling it from rooftops, calling it from open windows. The streets were alive with the victorious trumpeting of car horns and joyful cries of relief. People spilled out into the street rejoicing! It was over! The war had finally come to an end.

The next thing she knew she was crushed against Davy’s chest, her back bowed as his mouth devoured hers. The world faded away and for all that she cared at the moment, time really could have stood still, for Amy Bledsoe was exactly where she wanted to be and had dreamt of being for three very long years.

 

[ariosto]

"Hey man, get away from here!...Can't ya tell this is private!"
Davy may as well have been shouting into a hurricane. Privacy was not to be had in Times Square at that moment of moments.
People were pouring from their cars and the towering office buildings all around...People screaming, laughing, crying, embracing....The photogarpher was gone his place taken by two vivacious flush faced office girls...
"Hey Sailor, how about one of those for us!"
They winked and were gone, instantly lost in the crowd.

Amy was an island in the midst of the maelstrom. She was utterly beautiful. He kissed her again.

"God...I missed you!" He shouted.
She smiled that smile he remembered so well.
She couldn't hear a word. The din around them was deafening.
"LET'S GO FIND A QUIET PLACE!"
He leaned against her, his face by her ear, smelling her perfume.
Oh sweet jesus she was fine....

Maybe she heard him...he hoped so.

Taking her hand he began to weave through the wild mob that now clogged the square aiming at...hell anywhere.

They stumbled into a bar so dark Amy all but glowed in her white dress.
The 'Lucky Seven' was abandoned, bartender and patrons outside celebrating, leaving the door wide open.

They slid next to each other in a booth by the window.
Davy grabbed her in his arms and kissed her again...a deep, passionate kiss with no photographer to interrupt them this time.
A kiss of open lips and dancing tongues. It had been so long. So damned long.
"Amy...Amy...You look swell baby...you've gotten more beautiful!"

He grabbed her hand off the counter and kissed her fingers.
She blushed, felt warm...felt hot. Who was this man was it really Davy he was changed...confident, forcefull. She wanted to melt into him...never to be without him again.
"Is it really over?" she whispered.
"Really?"

"God yes!"
His face was full of animation as he looked over his shoulder at the bedlam outside.
"We heard a few day ago. They dropped a huge bomb on the fucking Japs. They..."
He colored realizing he'd cursed in front of her.
"I mean on the stinking Japs. It was only a matter of time."

She took his hand and kissed it, held it to her cheek.
"Then you won't be going away again.
Your home Davy. Home for good."

 

[along came mary]

Home for good. The thought swept through her mind on a whirlwind of pure joy.

Amy stood, Davy’s hand in tow. A slow sensuous grin spread across her full lips.

“C’mon solider.” She murmured to him in a voice filled with promises long overdue. “Let’s go somewhere a bit more private.”

Davy’s smile turned into a full-fledged grin that caused her stomach to flip in the most delightful way. His hand gripped hers as he half-ran half-walked out of the Lucky Seven. He strode with determination toward the subway entrance, weaving expertly through the rejoicing crowd.

He paused only long enough to call back of his shoulder, his brown eyes intense with a hungered need. “The Mayflower?”

Her breath caught in her throat at the desire evidenced in that one glance. She nodded. “Y-yes. On 67th.”

They plunged down the stairs, sweeping through the toll booth with the rattle of a couple of carelessly thrown coins. She had no more than stepped upon the nearly abandoned subway car that Davy pulled her to him. His mouth lowered upon hers, crushing her lips in an incredible, powerfully sensual kiss. Tongues danced, caressed, rubbed against each other as his mouth attempted to devour hers. Amy’s arms lifted and locked around him, careless of onlookers, her only thought consisting of Davy and the sweet press of his body on hers.

 

[ariosto]

The first kiss had been one of sheer delight and joy but this one was hotter, deeper, more sensuous and spoke to both their needs and desires.
In spite of himself he was growing hard against her in the heated embrace.
He pulled away somewhat embarassed. This was Amy!... not some Neopolitan whore.

"Let's go honey, let's go to the Hotel!"
Even though they were side by side he still had to yell over the cacaphony of sounds filling Times Square.
67th Street was a long walk but a cab was an impossibilty. The traffic was jammed bumper to bumper and going nowhere.
He grabbed her hand and they began pushing northwards through the crowd.....somewhere along the way he lost his white hat but he didn't care.
They talked in bits and pieces, snatches of conversation when the noise around them would allow.
She could stay in the City for two weeks....He was still a patient at the Navy Yard but could be off every night and weekends....
She'd missed him terribly, saved every letter...He'd missed her too, lay awake thinking about her...
They were at the Mayflower in no time at all and the lobby if anything seemed more frantic and boisterous than the streets outside!
She managed to push to the front desk and get the room key.
The elevators took too long and Davy pulled her away from the crowd at the doors.
It was five flights up but they made it to room 511 in record time.

Her hands trembled as she slipped the key in the lock, his hands were around her waist, squeezing her back against him.
For a terrible moment she thought she had the wrong key!
Then the door swung open and before she new it Amy was being picked up and carried across the threshold in strong arms she'd wondered if she'd ever feel again...