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Buffy couldn't believe that today was the day, her stomach was in knots since she had woken this morning. It had been nearly a week since she had worked up the nerve to ask him to come home.

This had also been the longest time that they had been apart since the accident. Apparently arranging for your entire life to be transported 90 miles took time… and patience. Something that when it came to Angel, she wasn't very fond off.

A part of her just wanted to pick up where they left off that night, before Darla's stunt, before the rape, before her entire world crumbled. Logically though, she knew that wasn't possible. They had a long road ahead of them, a road that hopefully led them to something even better than they shared before. At least now they would be together, and together they were strong.

That's what she kept telling herself anyway.

Walking through her bedroom... Their bedroom one more time, she double checked that everything was ready for his arrival. She had cleared out all the junk that had overtaken "his" nightstand, and she had made sure to clear out his side of the closet, and dresser too. Lastly she looked over the bed, and adjusted the pillows one final time.

She had thrown out most of the things they had as husband and wife, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to get rid of the bedding set they had shared. It truly was beautiful, a design of deep reds with threads of gold woven through the dense fabric. It was one of the few things that Angel had specifically picked out when they redecorated, maybe that's why she couldn't bring herself to throw it out. So much of this house was her, her design, her ideas. But this, this was the last piece of him she had, and even though she had buried it in the farthest corners of the attic, she had kept it. A small smile graced her lips as the memory of when he brought it home washed over her.

"Oh my gosh Angel it's perfect! Definitely not something that I would have chosen, but I love it. I really really do, it makes the room so...us. The perfect smushed up combination of Buffy and Angel."

Angel chuckled softly, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Pulling her flush against him, he took a moment to relish in the feel of her body pressed against his own. Leaning down to nibble at her ear, his voice came out in a husky whisper. "You know, we could blow off this game night thing with the gang, and really try to make our very own mini combination of us."

Turning around in his arms, so that she could face him, Buffy slowly raised her eyes to look into his own. "You mean like...a b-baby?" Without breaking eye contact, Angel lowered his forehead to rest against her own. "I don't know, maybe. We've been married for almost three years, and lately when you're asleep, or showering, or even just standing there... I just get so lost in you, in us, and my thoughts start to wander… And I... I just can't help but imagine what it's going to be like when our child is growing inside of you."

A knock on the door shook Buffy from her thoughts, taking the stairs two at a time she paused for a brief second to compose herself. Taking a deep breath. she reached for the door and pulled it open, her eyes immediately found his chocolate orbs staring back at her. The look on his face unreadable, she went to speak his name but was unable to find her voice. After a few seconds, or maybe it was minutes, she really wasn't sure but the next thing she knew he had pulled her into his arms.

Hesitating for only a split second, Angel couldn't find the strength to hold back any longer as he lowered his lips to hers. At first the kiss was gentle, he teased and nibbled, as she rested her arms on his shoulders, gently massaging the hair at the nape of his neck. Soon though, his desire took over and he demanded entrance, his tongue battling for dominance with her own.

They weren't sure how much time had passed, and by the time they broke apart, Angel had her pinned against the doorway of the house, without an inch of space between them Buffy could feel his erection throbbing through his basketball shorts, pressing into her stomach. As if he could read her thoughts, Angel smiled sheepishly, and if she didn't know any better she would almost swear that he was blushing. "Sorry. I just, it's just, this is the longest… I've missed you."

Using her finger Buffy gently pressed it against his lips in order to silence him. All of her anxieties, her fears that she had repeated over and over again within her mind over the last week, seemed to just disappear when she was in his arms.

Ignoring the fact that it was daylight, and they were still outside, in full view of every single neighbor they had… Buffy lightly trailed kisses up his neck, knowing that was always his undoing. Reaching his ear, she quickly sucked the lobe between her teeth, gently she bit down on the flesh, before releasing it to whisper in his ear.

"Welcome Home, Angel."

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It had taken tremendous strength but Angel had finally been able to step away from her on the porch. Once they were inside, a slight awkwardness overtook them once again. Following Buffy into the living room, he saw that she was eyeing him suspiciously once she noticed that he only carried a duffel bag. "I hired movers, the rest should arrive in a few days. "I just… I didn't want… Well I thought it best that I bring enough with me, so that there's no reason I need to go back there. To my apartment I mean, I don't think I could take another night away from you."

With tears in her eyes Buffy shook her head in agreeance. "I think we've spent enough time apart." Angel reached out to grab her by the hand, "Too much. But this doesn't mean that we have to rush, if you're more comfortable with me in the guest room for the time being.. Well I understand."

Buffy couldn't suppress the giggle that escaped from her. "Angel, you're not staying in the guest room. We've talked about this, I want you home. In our bed home. I want to figure this out together, me and you. Which reminds me, there's something that I want to show you."

Angel followed her up the stairs to their bedroom, now that was something he would definitely have to get used to again. He still couldn't believe any of this was actually happening, that they had been given this second chance. All he knew for certain was that there was no way he would be able to walk away from her a second time. He simply didn't have any willpower left, his heart was hers.

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As the pair entered the bedroom they'd once again call theirs, Angel felt a hard tug on his heartstrings. The spaces throughout not only the bedroom but the house itself that were now empty because of their separation still struck him first wherever he looked but he knew that they would soon be filled once more. It would be their home - as it should have been.

The room looking more like it had before all hell had broken loose between them, nothing major but he did spot the bed, he also noticed the Mr. and Mrs. matching mugs sitting back on their respective nightstands, the small corner shelf was hanging back on the wall with little momentos from their wedding that Willow had given them on their first anniversary…

And finally, the little sign about second chances and some framed photos of the very few she'd sneakily taken in the past several weeks hanging below it caught his eye. He still had a hard time wrapping his head around how they even got here but he knew he'd forever be thankful for this wild road that led them back to one another. It was all he had wanted for so long now. He still had a hard time believing he was even back here, back with Buffy, back working on forever with this woman.

Angel looked over at Buffy and chuckled slightly at how nervous she suddenly looked. He walked over to her and kissed her gently. "I love it," he whispered. It all reminded him of when he had moved in the first time, as did how Buffy paid attention to every move he made after she giddily encouraged him to put what few items he'd brought down with him away. It didn't take long before his laptop and phone were sitting on his nightstand, clothes and extra pair of shoes squared away, Buffy having taken his toothbrush and similar items off to the bathroom.

"So..." Buffy started when she returned, her small body leaning against the door frame of the room. "This... this is real now, right?" she asked him. "No turning back?"

Angel's face softened and he held a hand out, he pulled her to him as she got closer. "Never," he assured her. Angel knew that they both wished they could just go back and pretend like the past two years hadn't even happened, and while he could not give that to them he knew he would do absolutely all he possibly could to make up for all that had happened each day forward. He didn't know how exactly they would exactly get back to where they needed to be but he'd never give up trying.

Angel wished that those years of fighting and hurting one another and winding up apart hadn't happened, he wished they were still married, having a family like they had been talking about before the chaos, but he had to believe they'd get it someday. They had forever again to figure it out.

Angel just held her in his arms for the longest time, taking the feeling of having her in his arms once more in, letting it settle in his head that he was really here, really home. He kissed the top of her soft blonde hair then smiled a little down at her when her face tilted toward him. Not wasting any more time, Angel captured her lips with his own once more. The need from earlier took little time showing itself in either one of them. Mouths and heartbeats were frantic while smooth hands slowly removed articles of clothing as they inched their way toward the bed together.

Buffy gasped as he lifted her up easily and guided her onto the softness of the large bed, his body covering hers. Leaving the sweetness of her mouth, Angel licked and suckled on soft flesh of her exposed neck, relishing in every sound it caused to fall from her lips. While Buffy had come such a long way in her recovery, she still had a few areas along her body that spoke of the accident and he lightly feathered his way over the bruises as he came to them as he trailed her familiar body.

Angel placed open-mouth kisses across her collarbone and chest and Buffy began arching against him as his as he captured one of her hard nipples into the hot heat of his mouth. Buffy's nails scratched at his scalp and his neck as he teased her and he knew he could about lose it with every breathy moan of his name alone.

After giving them equal attention, Angel left the soft comfort of her perfect breasts to continue taking in every inch of her bare body before him. Buffy continued to squirm underneath him as his lips placed random kisses down her lean stomach, biting lightly at her right side just above her hip. Buffy propped herself up on her elbows a little as she watched him and seemed to hold her breath as he settled between her thighs.

He kept eye contact with Buffy as his mouth returned to her until she threw her hands over her face and fell back against the bed. "Oh, God," she moaned loudly. Angel smirked for a moment at her, he never grew tired of pleasuring this woman and knew he never would. She tasted like heaven, she felt like heaven to him and he could never get enough.

Buffy's hips bucked against him as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, she repeated his name as if it were a chant until it became a scream and her entire body felt like it was shaking underneath him.

Buffy nearly yanked his hair out as she pulled him back up to her. "Hi," he tried to tease but he barely got the word out before she pulled his head down to hers, kissing him roughly. It was his turn to groan as her free hand wasted no time snaking between their bodies and grabbing his aching erection. She pumped her hand up and down his length a couple of times before she whispered, "I need you. I need you now." He let her guide him to her center and they both cursed in unison as he easily slid inside.

Buffy's legs circled the best they could around his body, her arms around his neck, once more bringing his lips to hers as they began to move together.

It felt like an eternity with time standing still as he began to feel Buffy's body started to convulse against him once more. He thrust hard into her twice more before he felt his own release and nearly saw black and white spots take over his eyes in the process. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered out loud once be finally could do something besides heavy panting.

Buffy laughed against him, her hands still moving slowly up and down his back. "I did tell you that I'd missed you."

Angel could only shake his head and let it fall down to her shoulder. He wasn't sure how long they remained laying there together but neither had been in a rush.