A/N: Welp, we're at the end of the road.

Pragma: love that endures

Danai's mother, Josephine glanced at her husband as he entered through their bedroom door. She was generally focused on setting the backs of her earrings as she got herself dressed for the day, yet could not ignore the look of worry on her husband's face. He rested himself on their bed and asked, "Do you know where our daughter is? I knocked on her door and it was completely silent."

"Well you know she's an early bird. I haven't seen Andy yet either this morning. They possibly went out to breakfast. Their flights aren't until later this afternoon, I doubt they left for the airport already," said Josephine.

"It's unlike her to leave without letting us know," He said running his hand past his grey head of hair.

"Well Roger, she isn't a teenager anymore. She's fine." She lifted from her seat grabbing the empty laundry basket next to her. "I'm going to go check on the laundry."

Josephine lightly hummed a tune as she descended the long stairwell of her home. She was in a great mood having had her family get together successfully last night. It was not often that she had all her children in the house at one time. As she reached the landing, she observed that the kitchen was spotless. The mother of four was certain that her kids would have left food out since they were up long after she called it a night, but she could not be too surprised as her most responsible child, Danai was there to whip the others into shape.

Josephine continued padding down the short hallway, approaching the small laundry room that sat next to the downstairs guest room. She was startled when she heard something tumble to the floor from behind the door of the guest room followed by a loud masculine grunt. She deduced that Andy had not left the house yet, and it sounded like he was having a rough morning.

She continued her task, pulling clothes from the dryer until she heard a moan, the moan of a woman. Josephine raised her eyebrows with quick recognition. "About damn time," she mumbled, chuckling to herself as she carried the basket back upstairs.

Josephine entered her bedroom, mirroring her husband from a few minutes prior. "Hey, how about we go catch the matinee?" She tried containing the wicked grin growing on her face. Josephine was certain that something would eventually happen between Andy and Danai, yet the way her daughter was skirting around Andy all night, she did not think it would happen that weekend, nonetheless in her house, but she was not going to complain.

"I thought you had clothes to fold." Roger questioned, partially piqued by his wife's glowing mood.

"It'll be here when we get back." She shrugged, taking his hand.

"Okay dear, but I get to pick this time. Last time you had us watching some sappy love story. I don't know how you trapped me into that one. You should've taken your girlfriends to see that."

Josephine rolled her eyes, yet wore an adoring smile as she caressed the crown of her husband's head. "You are ridiculous, you know that?"

"And yet you agreed to marry me, don't forget that," Roger teased.

"How could I, you remind me every chance you get," she chuckled as they grabbed their belongings and locked the front door behind them.

Covers were thrown askew, pillows abandoned from the bed, and the alarm clock wobbled to and fro along the floor as Andy thrust deeply into Danai's soft center at a moderate pace. Sweat covered his forehead, and loose curls swung across it. His solid chest pressed against her soft one, swallowing her moans never losing rhythm.

Before the sun had risen, Andy enjoyed the soft feel of Danai's cheek in his palm, as he caressed her face, watching her chest rise and fall in her sleep, but his newfound hunger for her could not be contained. Realizing his feelings for Danai was like discovering love for the first time, thrilling and utterly impulsive. Without much thought, he had decided to wake Danai by pecking at her dormant lips.

A couple hours later he was admiring the plum brown goddess writhing beneath him. He told himself to be careful before he developed a craving for her, but it was already too late. Her warm sugar walls were enough to get him hooked, not to mention those chocolate eyes, and honey lips. She was a genuine treat and his sweet tooth would not allow for any reprieve.

He knew she was tired, therefore he took things slow, plunging into her warmth with slow strokes, ensuring that he was fully buried to the hilt before pulling away. He sucked on her lips, savoring her completely until he felt her humming against his, her walls tightening around him. Andy was not going to let up, instead he quickened his pace.

"Fuck Andy," she breathed out grasping his shoulders. She bit down on her lip trying to hush the noises coming out her mouth.

"You're so beautiful when you make that face." Andy rasped out as his lips trailed down neck. She replied by huffing, a wide grin covering her face as he paid worship to her body for the second time that morning.

In no time she ruptured with a yelp, shivering against him. He shortly followed, dipping his head to bite her neck as he groaned. He ached to feel himself release inside her, but this wasn't quite the time for any surprises.

"You know, the next time my sisters see us together they are going to tease us." Danai chuckled as her bare chest heaved up and down. They had lazily put the bed back together, decent enough for them to lie in.

"Why so?" Andy questioned.

"Last night my mom, aunt, and sisters were harassing me."

"About me?" Andy's eyes grew wide.

"Yes, but mainly in your favor. They couldn't believe that I had been friends with you, this incredibly attractive, intelligent man, for this long and nothing had gone on between us."

"I don't think we'd completely be honest saying that nothing had happened before now." Andy peeked over at Danai gauging her reaction, as he laid face down into the sheets. When she lifted her eyebrow in curiosity he continued, "Nothing physical has happened, but even my mom has brought up our connection, and this was just last week."

Danai maneuvered to her side to fully see Andy's face. "Your mom did not!"

"Yea, she's been trying to peddle you as the perfect partner for me for years," his sly grin making an appearance.

Danai craned her neck back, laughing wholeheartedly. "I knew I liked Laura. Maybe you should listen to her once in awhile," she teased through lowered lashes.

"I plan to." Andy smirked. Danai's eyes flitted towards his realizing the sincerity in his voice, she quickly turned away to hide her blush.

Andy moved without thinking, he strode behind Danai as her slim hips swayed left to right in her tight jeans. He ever so often would look up to watch her long elegant neck crane to the side to read the terminal numbers. He had no shame about ogling her in the busy airport whatsoever. He often caught himself staring at her in the past but would look away. This time she glanced back at him, her oversized shades covered her face, and a giant smile played against her lips.

"You be good back there," she warned, trailing her large suitcase behind her. Andy offered to roll it for her, but Danai insisted that they keep their relationship private, at least until Andy talked to his kids. Things between them had taken off like a rocket down in Africa, and now that they were returning to their homes, they both had to take a realistic step back, and evaluate the best way for their relationship to work.

Andy trusted Danai's strategy, yet he could not help but want to be carefree about their relationship. He had finally comprehended that after all these years he was falling in love with Danai, yet he hid it from himself. He was too blinded by the shock and denial of the impending crumble of his marriage. His time was occupied by trying to bargain for it back, testing to see if it was truly done. But it was not until he accepted the marriage's completion that he was able to love again.

Andy was confident that his kids would take well to Danai, however, they spent most of the morning -between bouts of sweaty sex- having serious conversation about what was to come next. His conversation with his son Arthur played over and over in his head. It was more than he and Danai's feelings involved and he had to be tactful about how he introduced Danai as his new girlfriend. On the slim chance that his kids did not like Danai, he had no idea how he would deal with that. He knew Gael would certainly react with disdain, which did not help his case at all, but he was done letting her dictate all his life decisions. When did this become so complicated? He had a few weeks to get settled in his new house, and right after Andy and Danai were both required to be in Atlanta for the taping of their show's new season.

"Your plane's that way Andy," Danai said discreetly, her lips barely moving, with her eyebrow quirked high above her glasses.

"Really, that's the goodbye I get? You gotta come better than that Danai." Andy stood cockily a few feet away facing the slender actress.

"There's a guy right over in that corner with a camera so you better behave." She released the handle of her suitcase to capture him in a warm, friendly hug. "See you in a couple weeks." She spoke only loud enough for him to hear.

"A couple weeks is too long. I wanna kiss you so bad," he rasped into her ear, his hands slipping from shoulder blades to her lower back, right before he surprised her giving her a kiss on the cheek. Without another word he grabbed his suitcase and headed in the opposite direction without even a glance back. Danai lowered her head into her hand, struggling to shake off the fiery blush that heated her cheeks.

Some minutes later, Danai sat at the gate waiting for her flight to be called. She held a new read, Daring to Trust by David Richo, fully enthralled by the author's advice on how to open oneself to real love and intimacy. From her peripheral, she noticed a stranger body plop next to her.

The man spoke, "You're Danai? Danai Gurira right?"

Danai simply nodded, bookmarking her page with her thumb as she lifted her eyes towards the mysterious guy. She panicked once she saw the camera in his hand.

The man went on to ask, "How long have you been dating your co-star Andrew Lincoln? We checked with the lady that owns the vineyard in Cape Town and she said she saw you two having a romantic dinner in her restaurant."