<em>Erica.</em><br/><br/>As her name passed his lips she died all over again.  The wanting, the needing, the distance between them, she imagined it all gone with that one word.  She caught his gaze, her lips parting slightly as she delved through those eyes to her memories once again.  The differences time had caused vanished and he stood before her, looking to her not a second older or different than when she had last kissed him goodbye before heading out that night.  Her hand reached up, millimeters from his cheek, but refusing to touch it.  Then his body shifted in the unconscious ways they do and she was caressing him lightly, bringing her fingers along his jaw line to the tip of his chin.<br/><br/>As far as looks were concerned, she hadn't changed.  If anything, she was slightly better looking than when they had parted.  Her hair shown in the dimly lit hallway, full of body and volume.  Her nails, always bitten when they had been together, now looked perfectly manicured and polished.  Her cheeks were flush, but not overly pink, a nice compliment to her luscious lips.  Her breasts were firmer, her stomach flatter, even her calves looked toned.  The light grey business skirt showed her legs off nicely, in fact, with just enough length to be modest, but high enough to draw the imagination upward.  The black heels only added to her already decent 5'6.<br/><br/>She looked down at the floor, unable to meet his eyes any longer.  Her guilt, shame, desire and need outweighed her joy and happiness at seeing him again.  "Yes, Alfred.  It's me."