Later that night, after they had made it to the bedroom, Buffy lay awake with her head cradled against Angel's chest. She still couldn't believe that any of this was real, that they were finally able to love one another without consequence.

The reality of the situation catching up to her, she wasn't sure how she would leave him tomorrow. Unable to stop them, silent tears began to down her cheeks.

Angel woke finding her sobbing in his arms, confused he turned so that they were facing. Wrapping is arms around her, he pulled her against him, resting his chin on her head.

"Shhh, baby. Talk to me, what's wrong?"

Angel gently stroked her back, tracing the outline of her spine. "Everything's going to be okay, please don't cry." He had forgotten how much it hurt him to see her upset.

"What are we doing Angel? How are we suppose to make this work? You're running Hell Incorporated, and I'm stuck on another Hellmouth in Ohio. It's barely been a day and already I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Angels heart ached, how he wished he could just tell her everything but he couldn't risk her life too. Not again. Scooting down he placed his nose level with hers, "I have a plan Buffy, I can't go into details yet, but you have to trust me.".

Buffy knew he was planning something, she had overheard Wesley talking to Spike after her and Faith had gotten back. Apparently, his friends were beginning to question his motives. "See, this is what I'm talking about. If we want this to work we're going to have to be honest with each other."

Angel rolled them so she was underneath him, "Buffy I'm being as honest as I can, I'm not lying to you. There are some things going on here, but for now I have them under control. Besides if I need back-up I'm pretty sure I know who to call.".

Placing gentle kisses down the side of her cheek, he felt his cock begin to stir. Dipping his, head used his tongue to begin gently tracing his mark on her neck. "So what, I go back to Cleveland and we schedule a visit?"

Angel smiled against the scar tissue, "Yes, we figure it out. One of the pluses of running Hell Inc. is that it comes with its own personal jet. I can make it to Ohio in less than an hour.". Turning her head to allow him better access, Buffy shifted her hips searching for his hard length.

"Tuesday then?"

Distracted he angled his hips so that he lay at her entrance taunting her, "Tomorrow is Tuesday.". Sticking out her lower lip she pouted, "Please.". There was no way he could follow her to Ohio tomorrow, he was trying to keep her off the Senior Partners radar.

She was circling her hips, the tip of him dipping in and out of her slick channel, driving him to the brink of sanity. "I can't, but soon. I promise."

Angel was quickly loosing focus, all he could think about was burying himself deep inside her wet heat. Meeting her pace, he gently began slipping further inside her with slow shallow thrust.

"But you'll call me? I mean, we'll talk?"

His chest tightened, he hated that she was so insecure in his feelings for her. Capturing her lips, he didn't relent until she was gasping for breath, "Baby." he groaned exasperated. "I am never letting you go again."

Bringing her hands around his neck, she held him close as she rocked her body onto his. When she had finally taken all of him inside her, they paused, each trying to hold onto the moment. This time was different than the times before, every second was savored, they relished each touch, committing it to memory. There was no rush, no desperation, no longer consumed by lust, this was their souls reconnecting. This was making love.

...

Morning came far too soon, it had taken every ounce of will power she had to crawl out of Angels bed and get ready. Luckily he had followed her to the shower, apparently he wasn't ready for their lovemaking to end either.

Afterwards when they were dressed, Buffy couldn't find her sandals from the night before. Thinking perhaps Angel had placed them in the closet she reached for the door but it wouldn't budge. Trying again, she pulled as hard as she could but the door wouldn't open. From across the room Angel saw her struggling, walking over he grabbed the nob pulling the door open with ease.

"Are you okay?"

Confused she nodded her head. "Ya, it must have been jammed. I'm probably just tired."

Angel eyed her suspiciously for a moment, before nodding his head in agreement. They hadn't exactly gotten much sleep the last couple of nights.

"Tadaaa." Buffy reemerged from his closet holding the shoes she had been searching for, slipping them on her feet she checked the time. They were cutting it close, she needed to find Faith if they didn't leave soon they would miss their flight.

"Your sure you don't want to take the jet? All I have to do is make a phone call and it will be ready for you." Buffy blushed, she wasn't sure she would ever be accustomed to such a luxury.

"No, not this time. I mean what's the good of a private jet if you don't even get to join the mile high club? Besides, we already paid for the tickets."

Angel groaned, she wasn't making this easy on him. Pulling her to him, he circled his arms around her waste. "I mean Faith may be down…"

Buffy playfully shoved him before he could finish that sentence. Chuckling, Angel pressed his lips to hers. What he had intended to be a chaste kiss, soon had them both panting pressed against the wall.

"I should probably…" This time it was Angel who cut her off, there was a battle raging inside of him, he didn't want to let her leave.

A knock coming from the front door, caused him to release her. "It's probably Faith." Buffy squeaked, slowly Angel stepped back allowing Buffy to go answer the door.

Angel took a minute to compose himself as Faith entered. Untucking his shirt, he allowed the lapels to conceal his raging hard on. Stepping into the living room, he caught the end of their conversation.

Walking up behind Buffy, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body against his own.

"Cabs waiting down stairs."

Turning in his arms Buffy rested her head on his chest, the silence oddly comforting. Holding her to him, Angel nudged her forehead with his nose, causing her to look up.

"So we'll talk soon?"

Angel pressed his lips to hers, once again the world faded, all that existed was the two of them. Faith cleared her throat, reminding them that they weren't alone.

"Umm Angel, I'm pretty sure she still needs to breath."

Angel was the first to break away, "I'll call you tonight.".

Nodding softly, she placed one last kiss to his lips before turning to grab her bag from Faith.

"What, no love?" Angel smiled as Faith threw her arms around his neck, he was proud of how far she had come. Returning her hug, he winked at Buffy as Faith whispered in his ear. "Don't stress, I've got her back."