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Freya's hands hadn't stopped shaking since she'd received the text. She couldn't even manage to send a text back. She waited, very quietly, on the bed, until he arrived. When she heard the knock, the phone actually fell out of her shaking hands, and her entire body shuddered when she heard his voice. She couldn't stop herself - the tears sprung forth readily, as she sat there on the bed and stared at her boilfriend.

Her arms lurched forward, reaching out towards him openly. She couldn't even speak; her throat had closed up so completely. She just needed him in her arms, right now, without delay. The sound of his voice had already broken her - she was ready to melt away in his embrace.

The ghoul flung herself into Kettil's embrace, and curled as close to his body as she could when he held her. Her hands clawed to feel every bit of him she could, just holding his clothing and brushing her fingers against his bare skin. They moved up to touch the features of his face, even as he kissed her cheeks and forehead, but when he captured her lips her hands fell helplessly to his shoulders. The pouring of every emotion, every missed moment, every aching sadness was carried through that kiss, and she released it all into him. In the end, when she finally felt like she'd told him enough with just a kiss, there was only the soft, quiet feeling of Kettil's lips pressed against hers once more. Her tongue licked his lips, desperate to taste their familiar flavor, and she sealed the moment with one last soft peck.

Quiet little words were whispered against his lips in a shaky, but sated voice. "I missed yeh."

No s**t, sherlock.

Every word that she heard from Kettil sounded like soothing balms against her soul. They echoed exactly how she felt, as he often did. It was so hard to think about gifts, when all she wanted was to make up for lost time; her fingers ached to touch him constantly. Her lips ached to kiss him everywhere. Her body ached to feel him conquer her. Her ears struggled to hear every word he said. It was as if he'd been gone for a million years.

"Yehr my gift." Freya whispered, clutching him desperately. "Being here, being mine, that is my gift." Freya loved gifts, and if it had been any other moment, she would have been excited to receive them. At that particular moment.. she couldn't conceive of anything better than holding Kettil in her arms.

Freya was easily transported, curled up so happily in his arms that she might as well have been a minipet. The warmth of his body was all she needed, and she soaked it up like sunlight. "I was worried about yeh." She whispered gently, a soft smile on her face. "I thought of yeh every minute of every day, and I dreamt of yeh, and fretted so much. Hooter, I don't thinks I can lives a single day without yeh." Her hands clutched tighter to his vest. "Don't ever leaves me again. Not for one second."

Had she eaten? She wished he hadn't asked that. At least it meant he hadn't noticed how emaciated she'd become in the small spanse of a week. She'd spent three days immobile without eating anything, but past that.. she'd tried very hard to make up for the loss. It was simply harder for her to gain weight, than it was for her to lose it.

"I ate.. a sandwich, yesterday." She offered hesitantly. It was the truth, because the last few days before his return had seen her trying her hardest to keep herself healthy. She'd promised herself that she was going to try to take better care - so that Kettil's entire life did not have to revolve around coddling a sick person.

"I'll never get sick of yeh, baby." She whispered fervently. "Yeh can't even jokes about that."

All the tension from waiting for his answer melted away when he didn't chastise her. She just clung tighter, and he could feel her fervent nod against his neck as she promised him silently that she would do better. She turned to kiss the skin there, and her hands slid up to prepare to lose themselves in his hair, when the wiggle of his pockets made her freeze and let out a tiny strangled screech. She pulled away enough to see the tiny pet pop up in his pocket, and her shock turned into astonished awe. "Awwwwww, look at the little thing." She coo'd. "Where did yeh picks him up?"

Freya couldn't help it. The name made her laugh. It was a short burst of sound, and it ended with an embarrassed giggle, but she ducked her face in and kissed Kettil's chin to forgive her. "Well it must have known yeh were a big softie. He looks really attached to yeh now, maybe I should gets jealous." She reached down and scritched it on the head. "Don't steals my baby, okays little blacky? I needs him teh be happy!"

Speaking of happy.. now that the minipet had broken the mood.. "So. Presents?!" Oh yes, she was ready.