A/N: This chapter is rated M, consider yourself warned. If you're not old enough/don't care to read that stuff, all you need to know is Buzz is home safe and sound. :-D

The early morning light blanketed Pride Ranch, the golden rays heralding the warmth of the day ahead. Jessie sat back on her heels and wiped her arm across her forehead, grimacing as she realized she now had a swath of suds where the sweat had been.

"Nice look, sis," Woody teased, his shadow falling across the outdoor furniture she was furiously scrubbing.

"Thought you were goin' over to work on your own house," she quipped back as she stood to give her legs a much needed break from squatting.

He nodded, "Just about to head over there now. You sure you can handle all of this yourself?" he waved his arm, gesturing at the couch, three tables, and eight chairs she had scattered in the yard. "You know we'll stay and help you."

She smiled as she shook her head, "I'm just about finished, actually. It's finally Spring and I mean to sit out on the porch and have dinner outside tonight." To celebrate Buzz's homecoming, Jessie planned a cookout for the four of them.

"When is the Spaceman going to be Earth-bound?"

Not soon enough, Jessie thought. "Should be this mornin' sometime. He wasn't sure exactly when they'd be back at base."

Woody nodded as Bo walked up and handed him his truck keys, "All right; guess we both have our work cut out for us today. We'll be back in time for dinner." He draped his arm around his wife's shoulders and they strode away.

Jessie blew a forceful puff of air through her pursed lips and returned to her chore. Buzz'll be home in a couple of hours! she thought happily. It had been a long six months since he had left, even with being able to talk to him via a video comm-link. With the thoughts of her fiancé to keep her company, she finished cleaning the furniture as the sun crept higher into the cloudless sky. She dropped the brush into the bucket of soapy water and gave the final chair a rinse with the hose. "There; done. Now I think I need a good scrubbin'!" Stopping to shut off the hose faucet, she headed upstairs for a much-needed shower.

Buzz flopped onto the old couch in the living room of the farm house and pushed his shoes off, exhausted. This latest mission had been tough; not only because of the length, but because he was overseeing a team of rookie Cadets, and they were very green indeed. He leaned his head back against the cushion and closed his eyes, letting the comforting smell of home ease the tension out of his body. He lifted his head and cracked one eye open as he heard a soft throat clearing in the doorway. There stood Jessie, her red hair hanging loose, freshly damp from her shower. She was clad in one of his night shirts, the hem of which fell across the top of her thighs.

Jessie smiled warmly as she took in the sight of her him. He was in his uniform; not the purple jumpsuit he wore under the clunky Space Ranger suit, but a simple uniform of white slacks and a white button down shirt with the Star Command logo emblazoned on the left breast pocket. She plodded softly across the wooden floor and sat across his lap.

She greeted him with a deep kiss, her lips pressing against his greedily. As Buzz returned the kiss, his fingers trailing through her wet hair, she began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Woody? Bo?" he asked, reluctantly pulling away from the affections. He was sure she would not make these advances if they were also home, but he was nothing if not overly cautious.

"Working at the other house. Shouldn't be home for hours," she resumed her attention to the uniform. He leaned forward to shrug out of it and pulled the white sleeveless undershirt off. Jessie's hands trailed through the fine hair that sprinkled across his chest as Buzz brought a hand to one side of her neck and his lips to the other. She felt his other hand slid up her bare thigh; there was a slight pause and she knew he was realizing that the night shirt was all her wore.

Jessie gasped as Buzz moved his hand up the inside of her leg, his touch taking on a firmer, almost desperate force. She caught his lower lip in her teeth and whimpered slightly as she pressed against his hand. The same frenzied desperation washed over her and she unbuckled his belt, pulling it away before undoing the button on his waistband. She pressed her face into his neck with a small moan of protest as he withdrew his hand, leaving her aching. Buzz unfastened the buttons on her shirt slowly, letting his fingers brush the skin underneath. He brought one arm under her and held her in place while he lifted up enough to push both his slacks and boxers away. He stood and stepped out of them as he wrapped his free arm up to the back of Jessie's shirt, pulling it off in one fluid movement.

Jessie secured her arms around Buzz's neck, their lips locked in a heated kiss. With one of his arms holding her against him, she pulled her legs so they hooked around his waist. Buzz's other hand entwined itself in her hair and together they stumbled their way upstairs to the bedroom. They fell on to the bed, letting all else fade away as passion consumed them.

Jessie raked her fingers through Buzz's hair as he slumped against her, her heavy breathing matching his. She gazed up at him as he pulled back to look at her, cupping her hand along his cheek. "Welcome home," she whispered and she drew him into a gentle kiss.

He lay against her, his arm stretched across her chest. "I missed you," he breathed.

"Really? It was kinda hard to tell," she laughed.

"Mmmm, must be out of practice then. I can do better," he nuzzled his face into her neck, dotting her skin with tiny kisses and light nips. "You said 'hours', right?"

Jessie tilted her head back and blinked at him, her brows dipping in momentary confusion. "Oh! Yes, hours." Her lips spread in a slow smirk and she placed feather-light, teasing kisses on his mouth. Her green eyes met his blue and she raised an eyebrow, "C'mon then, Captain…what're ya waitin' for?"