"Don't make jokes now."

All Rachel could do was shake her head and smile.

This was just one of those situations only Ross could get himself into with his quirkiness. Nonetheless, it didn't take anything away from the significance of the moment, as their lips came together again. Ross then gently kissed her top lip, before things started getting a whole lot more passionate.

Kissing each other felt familiar, yet they still found themselves yearning for the taste of the others lips as they wrapped their arms around each other. It wasn't much longer before Rachel felt Ross wanting to deepen the kiss, gladly opening her mouth to welcome the presence of his tongue. The tongue that she had dearly missed. While his hands may have been more renowned, he had by far and away mastered his 'instrument' better than any other man she had been with, he had the power to send her straight to cloud nine with his kisses.

Sometimes Ross just couldn't help himself when it came to Rachel. Ever since the first time he'd felt the way she kissed and how perfectly in sync they were, he'd realised two things: Rachel was the best damned kisser ever and that he would never be able to get enough of her.

Suddenly, he was transported back to the present as Rachel brought her tongue into contact with his, powerless to stop himself letting out a moan into her mouth as they settled into a rhythm, both becoming lost in the sensation of pure bliss as they explored each other's mouths.

Finally breaking for air, they both opened their eyes only to catch the other doing the same. Their eyes then became locked in a dreamy gaze, the emotions of the past couple of hours still visible, although it was less intense than the one they'd shared a few moments ago, when their entire history flashed before them.

After what seemed like minutes, but was actually only a few seconds, they embraced. Ross could feel Rachel pressing her body into his, not wanting to leave as much as a millimetre of space between them. In return, he wrapped his arms around her frame, holding her as tightly as could without hurting her.

For a while, they just remained how they were standing, still and in silence. They were both fully aware of how close they had just come to probably losing each other forever, yet here they were, in each other's arms… where they truly belonged.

In Ross' arms, Rachel felt safe and comforted, but most of all, it just felt right. So right. Their bodies fitted together perfectly, like adjoining pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, she thought. In fact, they were both pieces in the puzzles of each other's lives, such pivotal pieces that they couldn't live their lives without them being in place, it just took them a while to figure that out.

"I love you." Rachel's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it was loud enough to break the silence of the last minute or two.

"I love you too," replied Ross, as he gave her body a squeeze, neither of them really wanting the moment to end, for they were both unsure of what to do next.

Thinking on her feet, Rachel remembered the suitcase and bag that she'd left out in the hallway so reluctantly withdrew from their embrace, although not before taking the opportunity to look Ross in the eye again. They had always been able to read each other's thoughts through eye contact. Ross scanned Rachel's pupils, searching for any possible signs of regret. Sensing what he was doing, Rachel sought to reassure him, able to do so just by maintaining their eye contact.

As he stood watching Rachel bring her luggage inside his apartment, Ross couldn't help but smile. His beaming grin didn't go unnoticed by Rachel who warmly smiled back at him, this was really it…

A few moments later, Rachel found herself momentarily alone on Ross' couch. Taking the time to reflect on the events of the past couple of hours, she found herself to be completely happy with her decision. Sure, she was aware that, a bit like when she ran out on her wedding, there was an air of uncertainty surrounding her life right now. There would also be some major consequences to face sooner or later, she didn't even want to begin to imagine how her father would react to the news of her turning down such an opportunity to get back with Ross.

Trying to focus on the positives, her thoughts drifted back to him. Oh the amount of times that had happened over the years. They could now be the happy family she'd wanted them to be ever since she found out she was pregnant with Emma. Emma. Rachel smiled at the thought of her daughter, she couldn't believe that she was already two. Maybe she would notice the difference now her parents were together.

Rachel was brought out of her reverie by the presence of Ross joining her on the couch. "Hey," said Ross, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he noticed her staring straight ahead, "What you thinking about?" doing his best to sound casual as he placed two glasses of wine on the table.

"Emma." Ross nodded, he had always liked to think that Rachel would make a great mother, however he could never have imagined just how devoted she would be to her child.

"It's probably too late to call."

"I know, I just miss her."

"Yeah me too, we'll see her tomorrow though…" Rachel nodded.

"Anyway what's with the wine Geller?" "You trying to get me drunk?" Shooting him an inquisitive look, Rachel noticed the momentary look of panic on Ross' face as it took him a split second to realise that she was only toying with him, it was little moments like that, which they had shared plenty of while they were dating, that made her find him so adorable.

Ross then met her stare with a challenging one of his own, "Well I thought we had cause for celebration?" Rachel smiled at him.

"Oh we definitely do."

Deciding it was his turn to have some fun, Ross continued, "Anyway, I don't need to get you drunk to get you to do what I want…" sounding huskier than he had intended. Of course, he would certainly be up for making love to Rachel for the second night in a row, although he understood that she may not really feel like it tonight.

Meanwhile Rachel felt herself blush slightly at his words, she would love the chance to make love again tonight. Not only had last night been her first time since Emma was conceived, it had also been so loving and passionate and truly one of the best and most memorable nights of her life. However, the most important thing was that they were back together, "there may be some truth to that…" came her reply, not wanting to seem overly eager.

"Anyway… to us," Ross announced, raising his glass in Rachel's direction.

"To us," replied Rachel, her voice soft and reassuring.

As they took a few sips of their wine, the image of the way she had left Ross at the airport, heartbroken and in despair, resurfaced in Rachel's mind. Okay she had gotten off the plane in the end, but how would Ross be coping now if she hadn't? The sound of her placing her glass back on the table caught Ross' attention.

"Do you like the wine?" he asked.

"It's great thank you." Ross immediately noticed the more sombre tone in her voice and the way she was now sat on the couch, facing him. He joined her in putting down his wine and adjusted his position so he was now facing her as well.

Taking his hands in hers, Rachel began, "Look Ross, I don't want tonight to be about apologising to each other for everything that's happened with us over the years, but I just wanted to say that I am so sorry for leaving you at the airport like that."

"Rach."

"Please just let me get this out ok," she blurted out, sounding a lot more emotional than she had intended. Ross nodded, encouraging her to go on.

"I just want you to know that it didn't take you coming after me and pouring your heart out like that for me to know that you loved me, and for me know that I loved you," she paused, "I just wasn't expecting to see you and gosh I can't even remember the last time you said 'I love you' to me like that… I guess I was just so overwhelmed and totally freaked out, that's why I went to get on the plane…"

Throughout her whole speech, Ross hadn't broken eye contact with Rachel. As well as her words, her eyes had expressed an enormous outpouring of love. "It's ok Rach, I should have told you that I loved you way sooner than I did…" "But look at us, we're here now," bringing their intertwined hands to his chest so they could both feel his heartbeat, "and that's all that matters, I can't wait for the future, with you," as he kissed one of her hands, "and Emma," kissing the other, "the three of us."

"I can't wait either." The adoration for his words that showed in her eyes was soon replaced with a mixture of seriousness and lust as she removed her hands from his, "but I want tonight… to be about the two of us," cupping his face in her hands as she leaned in to place a tender kiss on his lips.