A/N:Thanks so much to Sherlocked I Am XD, wildatheartfan, cloloveswah and wildheart for reviewing. I am now continuing this story upon the suggestion of wildatheart fan. I'd love to know what you think of this chapter so be sure to review!

Rosie lay over Max's chest with a lazy smile lighting up her face. Her cheeks were flushed from their afternoon activities, and though they knew there was every chance that Danny, Dup, or even worse, Ed, could walk in on them they were too absorbed in each other to properly consider at least getting dressed.

Instead, Max lay in the centre of their old bed with his wife and stroked her hair with his long fingers, relishing its soft, feathery texture and short length. His other hand traced patterns on her back where the thin cover wasn't pulled up high enough, earning him occasionally sighs from Rosie. Her back was covered in goosebumps and she couldn't help but shiver.

Yet after so long apart, the two of them were taking time to appreciate the joy of being in one another's arms once more. Rosie could smell the faint aroma of beer clinging to Max's skin just as it always had. The scent of it surrounded her. It was like walking through their front door in Cape Town, his soft smell welcoming her home. She burrowed her head into the side of his neck and inhaled deeply, re-familiarising herself with it as he pressed a kiss to the top of her silky bob.

She laughed lightly, remembering he'd done the same thing after their first time and again on their wedding night.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked quietly, stroking a hand up and down her back again.

Pushing herself up on her elbows, Rosie drew back to look at his face and poked him lightly.

"Me?"

"Yes, you, Max," she laughed again, laying her cheek back against his chest right over his heartbeat. Its steady rhythm was comforting and it too reminded her of past shared nights.

"We can't lie here all day you know," Max commented, speaking off hand and shifting slightly to stop one of his legs losing all feeling from where Rosie had slotted her own shapely legs between his.

She groaned and rolled off him, turning to stare at his face before sliding out from under the covers and setting about finding the clothes Max had so haphazardly thrown about the room. As she moved about the room, he simply watched her. After their time apart and the months when he slept on the sofa, all the attention made her feel a bit self-conscious, but she did her best to take it in her stride, throwing his tight-fitting t-shirt back at him and stooping again to pick up his jeans.

When they were both dressed, Max held out his hand to her and, without a second's hesitation, Rosie took it. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand and let her lead the way out of the bedroom. She looked left and right, before proceeding to sneak down the hall towards the front door.

"Rosie," Max whispered, drawing her up short. "Why are we sneaking? I'm your husband; not the other man."

"Right," she replied in equally hushed tones, feeling sheepish as she straightened up and shot him a smile.

Before they made it to the door, it opened and admitted in Danny, followed by Dup and Ed. The three of them laughed, in mid conversation, and then Danny's jaw dropped as he caught sight of his son-in-law.

"Max?" he asked in disbelief. "It's good to see you."

Rosie smiled at the level of sincerity in his voice.

"Mr Trevanian, it's good to see you too!"

Her father came forward and clapped Max on the back before enveloping him in a hug.

"It's Danny, remember?"

"Danny," Max corrected himself, smiling and laughing with him.

As soon as Danny released Max, Dup replaced him and wrung his hand enthusiastically. His favourite barman had returned.

"Ed, I'd like you to meet my son-in-law," Danny said, holding his arm out towards Max and inviting his business partner forwards.

"Ed Lynch," he greeted Max, stepping forwards and politely shaking hands with him.

"Max Gifthold."

"So, how long are you with us, Max?" Danny asked, laying an arm over his shoulders and directing them back to the kitchen. DuPlessis followed, knowing that the three of them were going to be catching up over beers and getting excited at the prospect. Perhaps it was his experience in bars, but there was just something special about the way Max prepared his drinks.

"I thought you said you'd split up," Ed hissed to Rosie, who was stood smiling slightly in the hallway still.

"I thought so too," she replied with a shrug.

"So what's he doing here?" There was something odd, thought Ed, about the fact that both his and Rosie's estranged spouses had turned up within days of each other.

"He's not giving up on us, and I don't want to either." Admitting it felt good, and reunited, Rosie couldn't help feeling that she and Max were stronger than ever. There was just something about Leopard's Den and its ability to heal even the worst of hurts. It had helped her and Danny through the death of her Mum and then the tragedy of Sarah's death too. Now it had brought her and Max closer together again.

Ed nodded and muttered an excuse about going to check on his wife at Mara, leaving the family to themselves.

Turning on her heal, Rosie practically skipped down the hall to the kitchen and as she passed her husband, she placed a kiss on his cheek before carrying on to the fridge and pulling out the bottle of wine.

"Are we celebrating something?" Caroline asked, entering warily with Nomsa.

"You could say that," Max told her.

"You're back together, aren't you?" she asked, looking between Rosie and Max in delight.

"To Rosie and Max!" Danny declared, lifting his beer bottle and toasting his daughter and son-in-law.

"Rosie and Max!" chorused everyone, as the objects of the toast smiled lovingly at one another and kissed again.

By the time evening fell and Nomsa served up dinner, Dup had drunk himself under the table and everyone else was happily reminiscing about the early days of Rosie and Max's relationship.

"So how's Alice?" Max asked, finally turning the conversation away from him and Rosie.

"She's doing great. Baby Robert is doing well too – mother and son will be in the UK for a while yet though."

"Glad to hear it. It'll be nice when they come back though to find Leopard's Den up and running and better than ever surely."

"If they come back," Danny muttered darkly. "Alice wants to stay in Britain and raise Robert…"

Nobody quite knew what to say, but Caroline stepped up to the mark and tried to console him.

"I'm sure Alice won't be able to stay away too long, Danny. Leopard's Den has a strange power over people."

Danny nodded and took another swig of his beer, apparently drowning his sorrows.

"Perhaps we ought to go to bed," she suggested tactfully. "After all we have the first guests arriving tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, night Dad," Rosie said, kissing Danny's cheek before taking Max's hand and idly strolling to their bedroom with her head on his shoulder.

"Feels weird to be back here together, doesn't it?" she asked, as he finally got round to unpacking his bag and pulling on his pyjama trousers. His t-shirt had been gone the moment he'd walked into the bedroom, abandoned on the chair by the door just like he always did at the house in Cape Town.

He smiled and wrapped his hands about her waist and leaning his chin down her bare shoulder beside her camisole pyjama top. She snuggled back into his chest, the contours of their bodies fitting together perfectly.

"But it feels right," he contradicted.

"I know exactly what you mean." Her voice was barely a whisper as she turned in his arms and kissed him, her lips moving with his and her tongue probing into his mouth. Her fingers twisted into his hair, twining it around as much as possible. His arms tightened about her, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She smiled as he backed up and fell onto the bed.

Breaking the kiss, she crawled up him and laid down on the bed, beckoning to him.

Max grinned and did as asked, following her up the bed and pulling her into his arms, ready to sleep.

A/N: So I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Let me now what you think!