So here's my attempt at writing the sequel to "At the end of the day". I hope it's not disappointing, I have already planned where this is going now it's just a question of which road i'll take to get there. If the timeline seems confusing i'm sorry but i'm still new at writing so just fyi this takes place a year after the end of the first story. So basically they've been in a relationship for one year at this point (and of course their friends with benefits arrangement the year before that). As always thank you for reading and any comments/reviews are appreciated. Happy Thanksgiving!

"You couldn't have gotten at least one size bigger?" Angel croaks out as Lucy zips her into the tight dress.

"We need you to look incredibly sexy to pull this off as quickly and quietly as possible. So it has to fit like a glove." Lucy replies as she tugs on the zipper and closes the snap. She and Meg take a step back and grin in approval.

"You look amazing!" Meg smiles as she takes out her phone and takes a pic.

Angel turns to face the both of them, "I will kill you both when we're done."

"You've been saying that for years and you still haven't followed through." Lucy says shaking her head. "Besides, you love us."

Angel takes a deep breath, or tries to at least but her ribs can't quite expand in the tight red material. "You guys couldn't pick another color?" She's always felt too bashful for red, and as she studies herself in the mirror she feels her cheeks reddening to match the dress. "I look like a hooker." She says pulling on the end of the dress trying desperately to make it stretch another 2-3 inches to at least cover her to mid-thigh.

Meg swats her hands away, "Stop it, this dress is expensive and you'll ruin the material."

"And you don't look like a hooker," Lucy adds with a pat to her shoulder. "but more like a high end call girl." She grins then steps back quickly as Angel reaches to grab her.

A knock on the door catches their attention, "You girls almost ready, we got a timeframe to work with." Michael calls out.

"I'm ready." Angel sighs in frustration. When they'd been given this job she hadn't been too worried. Simple find and grab, but of course what starts out simple rarely stays that way and when they'd found their target it had lead them to an even bigger fish. Alexander Capouro, mass murderer and known arms dealer. As soon as she had called back home to inform David it had somehow ignited a frenzy with her superiors and DSS. Now it had become a joint venture to bring him in alive for questioning and Luke had been sent out to help.

It'd taken them one day to come up with this plan, it seemed the simplest and 'cleanest' solution to what could've possibly proven to be an epic fuck up. The man was always well guarded and had managed to evade capture for over a decade. He was good, no doubt about that but she was confident that her and her team were better.

Of course when she had come up with the plan she hadn't thought she'd be the one to go in, but since Meg was still recuperating from a sprained ankle and Lucy a bruise on her cheek they obviously couldn't play the "smoldering seductress" role so she got stuck with the job.

"Hurry up." Michael says knocking again.

Angel takes one final look in the mirror, her makeup is tastefully done, and her hair flows down past her shoulders in soft waves, her only real issue is the damned dress. The fact that she's wearing four inch heels only makes her feel as if it's even shorter than it really is. "Next time I pick the clothes." She grumbles under her breath as she makes her way out of the room.

"Wow." Michael smiles and Gabriel whistles in approval.

Angel can feel herself blushing slightly as they continue to stare until she hears Luke clear his throat which quickly catches their attention.

"Oh," Michael says looking over at Luke, "Sorry big guy."

Luke steps forward while Lucy and the others find something to keep them occupied for a few moments, giving the couple a few seconds alone before moving forward with the mission. Angel can feel his eyes moving over her and she suddenly feels even more self-conscious and squirms uncomfortably under his gaze.

Luke reaches out his hand, touching her chin and gently lifting her gaze to meet his. When she sees the look in his eyes she feels her heart flutter, in their deep brown depths she sees love and a hunger that she's come to know so well over the past 2 years. "You look…" he takes a deep breath while he tries to find the right word. "Beautiful just doesn't cut it." He says truthfully.

She smiles as she leans into his touch, her arms going around his shoulders as his wrap around her waist. "Aww, you're so sweet."

"Oh god these two never stop." She hears Lucy mumbling in the corner.

"I like the dress." Luke says as he focuses on how the material hugs her every curve, accentuating her 'assets'. From her head to her toes, the ways she's dressed tonight screams sex, and usually he'd be more than happy to answer but it does bother him that she'll be walking out into a room with other men who will also be able to enjoy the view.

"I'll give you a private viewing of all its details when we're done." Angel says as she noticed his serious look she's come to associate with him being jealous. "You just have to promise to be careful with it because it was very expensive." She adds remembering his track record with most of her outfits.

He grins before leaning in for a kiss. He meant to keep it short but their passion quickly begins to burn and a few moments pass before he feels something hit his back. They pull apart and he glances at the ground behind him seeing the pillow on the ground. He looks up and sees Lucy shaking her head disapprovingly.

"Am I gonna have to get some cold water for you two or can we move on now?" She says with her hands on her hips.

"I'm good to go." Angel says suddenly filled with confidence and renewed energy, she glances once more at Luke and winks before walking towards the Suite's double doors. "Com check." She says looking back at Lucy who gives her the thumbs up, then Luke and her walk out the room.

"Remember to act like a body guard, not a boyfriend 'kay Luke." He hears Lucy in his ear piece.

He doesn't bother answering and follows behind Angel as they make their way to the elevator. As they step in she looks over at him, "You look good too by the way." She says quietly as they ride down. He's wearing a tailored black suit with a black shirt and tie, very flattering.

He smiles at her, wishing that he could hit the emergency stop button on the elevator to give them a few moments together because he's finding it very hard to keep his hands to himself when she's looking so sexy in the little red dress.

"You ready?" he asks trying his best to refocus on the task at hand.

She nods her head, hands clenching and unclenching her fists as she breathes steadily to calm the slight nerves that have started to build. She's run a ton of missions in her long career, but situations where she has to play a character like this were always out of her comfort zone.

The elevator doors slide open and they're on the ground floor of one of the ritziest casino resorts in Montenegro, as soon as they step out of the elevator she's met with the onslaught of noise from the casino floor. She glances over at Luke, he nods his head slightly as they make their way to the high end tables.

"He's over in the High Roller's lounge, it's an exclusive room so you have to play big to go in, no spectating." Michael informs them.

Angel and Luke walk through the floor, he stays just a few feet behind her trying his best to ignore the gazes and gestures they make as she walks on by. They quickly approach the large set of double doors and the two burly body guards standing outside of them. They're chatting and joking around, and as they move their jackets move slightly and Luke can see they're clearly armed. As he and Angel get closer the men take notice and stop talking, they glance briefly at Luke before Angel draws their attention and they seem to forget he's coming towards them.

His fists clench in aggravation as they step in front of them and he watches as Angel takes over. He's just the silent and frightening body guard to a wealthy client, that's his role tonight so he'll do his best to play along. It becomes even harder to keep his character when he notices that the fattest body guard's eyes are nowhere near Angel's face, and instead he seems to be undressing her with his eyes. He's so focused on imagining the world of hurt he's going to put on him when they're done that he doesn't even notice that they've stepped to the side and let them in.

"You ok?" Angel mutters, noticing his jaw tensing and his fists clenched tightly.

He takes a deep breath, "I'm fine, just making a mental note of all the men I'm going to kill when we're done tonight." He whispers.

She laughs briefly before growing serious again, they make their way through the room and she's stopped a few times by various men who ask her to blow on their dice or request that she sit by them for luck. She politely turns them down while making her way to the bar at the far end of the room.

Luke pulls out a chair and stands beside her as she orders a glass of wine. She sips on it and sits patiently waiting as she glances around the room nonchalantly and spots their target. She lifts the wineglass to her lips and whispers "He's at the table, 10 o'clock." Luke glances casually and begins taking note of the body guards surrounding the target's table. Four total, definitely armed and large but if all goes according to plan they shouldn't pose too much of a problem.

"I see him, and his goons." Lucy says over the com. With Meg and Gabriel's assistance they had managed to hijack the camera feed all over the casino.

Angel takes a few moments, and another sip of wine while trying to make the decision of whether or not to approach the man or make him approach her.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Lucy says playfully. "You heading over there or what?"

"I'm thinking." Angel replies using the wineglass to hide the movement of her lips. She hears Lucy chuckle in response.

"Well he ain't gonna come to you so get your ass in gear."

Angel sighs while taking another sip of her wine, and smiles slightly to herself before raising the glass to her lips once more to take the last gulp. "Wanna bet?"

"Oh, you wanna do this?" She can hear the cockiness in Lucy's tone.

Angel just smiles before turning to the bartender to order another glass. "Yep."

"But you still owe me ten grand from our bet last year." Lucy reminds her.

"Ladies can we do this some other time please?" She hears Michael chime in, and then after a moment and some shuffling she hears him say ouch and she fights the urge to smile.

"You forgive that if I win." Angel mumbles quickly.

"Only if you double it when you lose?"

Angel can see the quick glance Luke shoots her, clearly he thinks they're both insane but she just smiles assuredly. "Deal." She smiles at the bartender and thanks him for the glass before turning slowly in her seat, she slowly glances around the room. Her gaze slowly making its way to their target. She keeps it low, playing bashful but keeping sight of him using her peripheral vision. She can see that his guards are actively staring in her direction and after a few moments their interest seems to spark the curiosity of their boss and he moves in his seat, angling his head to see what's gotten their attention.

She brings the wineglass to her lips again to hide the smirk before whispering to Lucy, "Got him."

"You do not."

Angel slowly brings her gaze to meet the targets and offers a shy smile before turning away bashfully. She pretends to be interested in the area, glancing at the decor and at the various table games available and after a few moments glances again towards the target's direction. She makes sure not to make eye contact with him but instead acts as if she's unaware of his existence, knowing that for a man used to the attention and adoration of all women around him it'd drive his ego crazy.

She can feel his eyes on her and finally makes eye contact, he smiles daringly at her and winks and she smiles back but maintains her bashful facade. She watches as the target says something to one of his guards, then the burly man makes his way over to her and Luke. He smiles slightly at her and inclines his head to Luke, clearly recognizing him as her body guard before speaking.

"Signori Capouro would like for you to join him at his table." The large man says pleasantly in his Mediterranean accent.

She glances at Capouro before looking back at his guard and smiling gently, "You can tell Signori Capouro that I'm not a bone to be fetched, and if he'd like to invite me he can come and do so himself."

Then she hears Lucy in the background, "God I hate you sometimes." She adds with a chuckle, clearly realizing it's now a lost bet.

Angel turns in her chair to face the bar once more as the guard walks back, clearly shocked by her response, to tell his boss.

"What are you doing?" Luke asks completely oblivious to her game.

"Watch and learn." She says taking another sip of wine. "Take a look over at him and tell me what he's doing."

Luke casually glances from the corner of his eye and can see the guard leaning down by his boss telling him what happened, he can then see the man's reaction. "He looks pretty surprised."

"Keep watching." Angel says munching on some caviar with crackers.

"I think we'll have to go to plan B." Luke says when a few moments pass and the man does nothing but play another hand.

"Wait for it." Angel says smiling slightly.

Luke glances again and is surprised to see the man standing up and walking towards them. "Ok, he's coming over."

Angel takes a moment to smile at Luke, "Don't doubt my awesomeness." She says playfully.

"Bitch." She hears Lucy sigh and can imagine her grim face knowing that she now has to forgive their previous bet.

Angel pretends to be completely unaware that he's coming closer and continues sipping her wine, facing away from him. She sees Luke out of the corner of her eye, he stands tall, shoulders back and the look on his face is suddenly quite serious, then she hears Capouro.

"Good evening." His thick Italian accent would be considered charming if she didn't know who he truly was and what he's done. She turns in her seat and smiles in response. "I'm…."

"Mr. Capouro," she interrupts, "Your friend over there told me as much."

He smiles at her before straightening his back and puffing out his chest slightly, she has to fight the urge to grin as he does so. "And you are?"

She holds out her hand, palm down as he takes it gently in his. "I'm Isabella DeRosas." She says rolling the R while throwing in a bit of a Spanish accent.

"That sounds very convincing." She hears Michael say about her accent.

Capouro bows his head, his lips brushing softly against her knuckles before he smiles charmingly. "It's truly a pleasure to meet you Ms. DeRosas."

"Likewise Mr. Capouro." She lies wanting nothing more than to snatch her hand away from his and punch him in the face.

"Please," he says still smiling, "a beauty such as yourself may call me Alexander."

"Well then Alexander," she slowly pulls her hand away with the pretense of reaching for her wine glass, "you can call me Isabella."

He glances over at her wine glass, "What are you drinking?"

"Oh just a simple Merlot."

He shakes his head, "That simply won't do." He says snapping his fingers at the bartender.

"Yes Signori Capouro?" the bartender responds nervously.

"A bottle of the finest Champagne available." He commands and the bartender practically trips over himself running to retrieve it. "Would you do me the honor of joining me at my table?" The way he says it almost seem like a command and she'd love nothing more than to throw her wine in his face but she's got a role to play.

"Of course."

He holds his hand out to help her down from her high seat and then glances over at Luke. "Your security isn't necessary, I have plenty of my own."

"I don't go anywhere without him," she says with a smile, "the world is a very dangerous place." She watches him as his jaw tenses for a moment before he turns his attention back at her and smiles.

"That is very true." His arm makes its way around her waist, "I assure you that while in my presence no harm will come to you."

"Well how sweet." She says as she allows him to lead her to the table. Luke stays right behind her, falling in line with the other body guards. She can sense Capouro's irritation at her insistence on having him with her but if he questions her further she'll just use the story that Lucy and Meg cooked up.

The other men at the table introduce themselves, a few of their names she recognizes and the rest she can hear Lucy and Meg mumbling about in the background. She plays the interested guest and joins in on their pointless and dull conversations. They enjoy the champagne and appetizers, courtesy of Capouro who continues ordering the most expensive items on the menu in an obvious attempt at impressing her.

Luke looks on as she plays her part well and fights the urge to roll his eyes every time Capouro uses another clichéd line. A few times he has to take a deep breath and count to ten to keep from snapping his neck as his hands roam over Angel's arms and back. She of course gently dissuades his advances and removes his hands from her body without offending him.

Luke can see that he's taking it as a challenge and with each moment that passes Capouro seems to become even more enthralled with the mystery woman he'd just met. He has to admit he's impressed because when they'd first told him this plan he had thought it would never work. He should have learned by now not to underestimate them. If the past 2 years of knowing Angel has taught him anything it's that when Angel and her team get together they can accomplish almost anything.

The minutes tick by and many of the men at the table have begun retiring for the night. The remaining men are either tipsy or stoned drunk, relying on their own guards to help them head back to their respective rooms.

"And you my dear," Capouro says brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, "are you tired?"

She smiles and can feel the soreness in her cheeks because she's never had to smile and be so polite for so long and her facial muscles just aren't used to it. "Not really."

"Perhaps we should retire to my Suite, I'm sure you must be bored with Poker by now." He leans in closer to her, his lips just a few inches from hers and she turns her head just as he moves in for the kiss.

He pulls back, clearly embarrassed and she just takes a sip of her champagne. He won't be deterred though and sees his opportunity again, this time leaning in quickly.

Luke bites back a grin when Angel catches his lips with her finger instead, "I'm no exhibitionist Alexander," she grins when she really wants to heave. "let's move this to your room."

Before he has the chance to grab her or try another kiss she stands quickly and walks sexily around the table before making a beeline for the doorway, Luke right behind her. She pauses at the door way and turns to throw him her best 'come hither' look and he's on her like a flash, his guards practically jogging to keep up.

Luke follows closely behind Angel as Capouro leads the way across the casino floor over to the private elevators. When they reach them Capouro punches in some key codes and the two elevators open up he glances at his men and then glares briefly at Luke before pointing at the second elevator, "You all take that one, we'll go up alone."

Luke can feel every muscle in his body tense up but keeps his face calm, he glances at Angel and can clearly tell that under her cool façade she's not happy about it either but if either of them push to go on the same elevator it would seem strange and alarming to Capouro. She nods and smiles at Capouro before being led into the other elevator. Luke stands behind as he watches the doors slide closed then walks in to the other elevator with the other five guards.

He moves to the back of the elevator, keeping his back against the wall and tries to look as casual and uncaring as possible but he's paying attention to every detail of those around him. They're all carrying at least one gun that he's notice, two of them also have knives. The tallest man seems to be the leader of the group and he's the strong silent type, the other two younger ones are joking around quietly, and the other two he recognizes as the two from the entrance to the high rollers room.

He glances over at the digital display, watching as they make their slow ascent to the highest floors. With each number that passes his concern for Angel's safety grows and he finds it harder to stay still. He listens intently to the silence coming through his ear piece.

"It's ok big guy," Lucy says reassuringly having picked up on his stress, "I got a view of the elevators and she's fine."

In the other elevator Angel also stares at the digital display and swears she's on the world's slowest elevator. It slowly pushes by the 9th floor, then 10th, and then she feels his hands on her again. They're on her waist and they're moving her to face him. Her hand tightens around her small purse in an attempt to control her anger which slowly begins to rise. 'Play it cool.' The words float through her mind.

He moves in and she immediately turns her face to avoid their lips touching but much to her disgust he doesn't seem fazed and instead his lips find her neck. She feels as if her skin is crawling and her whole body tenses at the feeling of his touch. He's taking more liberties now as his hands move around her, one hand sliding down to her ass and the other slowly slides its way upward.

She moves his hands away from her gently but really wants to cut off the offending appendages. He pulls back from her and clearly looks perturbed, and then he grins and in one quick movement he has her pinned against the wall with one of his knees pushed between her legs effectively spreading them apart.

"Ok, plan A has officially been cancelled."

"Ah shit." She can hear Lucy and Michael sigh.

Luke immediately tenses when he hears Angel's voice over the com, then he can hear some noise and Lucy and Michael rushing to speak at the same time. He has no idea what's going on but clearly Angel is in trouble. Then he hears some noise coming from the elevator itself and the guards hear it too. Luke glances at the head guard and he knows that the man can tell something's wrong. The man moves to shut down the elevator but Luke hits his arm out of the way. The elevator erupts into chaos in a matter of seconds and he finds himself moving as quickly as possible, dodging as many blows as he can all while delivering some hard punches of his own. Guns are drawn but in the cramped quarters it becomes difficult to move and he manages to knock the guns out of the situation.

He tries reaching for his but realizes in the back of his mind that gun shots will draw unwanted attention and they need to try to escape unseen with their target. So brute strength it is and he continues fighting till he's the only one left standing with five limp bodies all around him and some blood spattered on the walls. They finally reach the penthouse floor and the elevator rings and the doors slide open. He takes a quick look at his reflection in the golden walls of the elevator and straightens his tie, suddenly very happy with his choice to wear all black since it did so well in hiding the blood stains.

He steps over the bodies and out into the hallway, "Lucy talk to me, what's going on with Angel?"

Before Lucy even responds the other set of elevator doors open up to reveal an unconscious Capouro. The front of his shirt soaked with blood which was still leaking from his nose, he's slumped over in the corner of the elevator and Angel is busy running her hand through her hair trying to regain some semblance of normalcy to her appearance.

Luke immediately moves beside her to make sure she's uninjured. "What happened?"

"He got a little too handsy for my liking." Angel says readjusting her dress.

"So plan B then people?" Michael asks.

"You have to move quickly before someone calls these elevators back down and they find a bunch of guys lying in a pool of blood." Meg says sounding slightly nervous.

Luke glances around the hallway spotting 2 cameras aiming in their direction, "Lucy can you hijack their feed and cut it please, we don't need them seeing us dragging these guys out."

"On it."

A few seconds pass as Luke and Angel wait anxiously for her signal. She catches him still staring at her, "I swear I'm fine." She says with a slight smile trying to brighten his serious mood.

"When he wakes up I'm going to kick his ass." Luke would like to do it immediately but it'll be no fun since he's already unconscious.

"I already broke his nose and hit him right in the groin."

"So I'll break his jaw, and his hands, definitely his hands." Luke adds. Angel glances at him curiously, "He touched you." He clarifies and she chuckles softly.

"That's so sweet." She says kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"You two are so weird." Lucy sighs before giving them the 'all clear' to start moving the bodies.

Angel searches Capouro for his keycard and they're happy to find that his Suite is just a few feet away from the elevators. She swipes it and opens the door, turning on the lights as she clears the room and then waves Luke in.

He throws one of the bodies over his shoulder, grabs the smallest guard by the collar of his jacket, and then drags Capouro by his ankle, laughing slightly when he turns the corner and hears Capouro's head hit the wall. "Oops."

Angel just shakes her head while he drops the bodies on the floor and retrieves the other three. "So how the hell are we getting him out of here?" She mumbles to herself glancing around the suite for something of use.

Luke can't just carry him out since it'd definitely draw attention, and she can't just wake him up and lead him out a gunpoint either. "Can't I just drop him out the window?" Luke jokes as he shuts the door behind him.

"Superiors said very clearly ALIVE for questioning, not a pile of flesh and broken bones. Can't get answers from a corpse big guy." Lucy cuts in.

"While you guys figure this out me and Gabriel are going to start packing the gear and we'll have the plane ready. Radio ahead when you're on your way."

"Okay Michael, have the engines running when we come cause we're going to have to leave asap."

"Yes ma'am."

Luke watches Angel's face light up for a moment and knows she's thought of an idea. He smiles as she watches Angel make her way over to a large Burberry suitcase in the corner and toss its contents, then drag it towards Capouro's body. He quickly lifts Capouro and drops him into the case and they spend the next few minutes awkwardly folding his limp body until they finally manage to close the case.

"He's definitely gonna feel that when he wakes up." Angel laughs.

"What did you do?" Meg sounds worried.

"We stuffed him in a suitcase." Luke replies as he lifts the heavy bag. It looks as if though the zipper might burst at any moment but Angel assures him it's a high quality bag and will hold its own.

"Do you think that looks too weird?" She asks quickly before making her way to the door.

"A man carrying his woman's over stuffed suitcase?" He asks with a chuckle, "That's perfectly normal."

She punches his arm before opening the door and heading back to the elevator. "Lucy could you lock these two elevators just to make sure no one else uses them for a while?"

"I'm trying because it'll really suck if someone catches on before you two can make it out of there."

Angel and Luke make their way down the hall to the other set of elevators and quickly step in. The ride down seems so much faster and they stand somewhat relaxed by the silence in the small space. "All in all, it wasn't so bad."

Luke thinks on it for a moment. He realizes it's not so bad compared to their other joint operations they've gone on. "I think he job in Egypt was simpler."

Angel nods her head, "Yeah, but this was definitely no Istanbul." They both shake their heads remembering that clusterfuck.

The doors slide open and they're back on the ground floor. He follows close behind her as they walk casually through the casino lobby and past the various security guards, finally making it to the main entrance. They wait patiently outside in the warm air until the valet brings around their rental car, the young valet hands Luke the keys and then reaches for the suitcase.

"It's ok, I've got it." Luke assures him as he tosses it into the backseat. As he and Angel drive away she calls Michael to check that everything's going smoothly. Thankfully they've run into no major problems and have the plane filled up and ready to go.

Twenty minutes later they make it to the small private airstrip and can see that everyone is already on board. Michael and Gabriel come outside to help with the rest of the gear then torch the rental car before heading back inside and up front to the cockpit.

Once inside the plane Luke opens the suitcase and lets Capouro drop to the cold hard ground. He doesn't stir but is clearly still breathing so no one worries. Meg secures his arms and legs with zipties and then covers his head with a dark but breathable material. She then drags him to the rear corner of the plane and plops herself down into one of the reclineable chairs.

"Wake me when we get home." She tells them leaning back and covering herself with a blanket.

Lucy tosses a small pillow at her face, "We're not going straight home."

The look on Meg's face is one of utter disappointment, "Why?" She whines loudly.

"We gotta drop his ass off in London and meet up with David."

Meg looks over to Angel as if she could change the plan. Angel nods her head, "Sorry."

"Ugh." Meg curls up in her chair and falls asleep in seconds.

Lucy just shakes her head and grabs a pillow of her own before making her way to another seat, after a few minutes of cursing and turning Lucy finally manages to find a comfortable position and Angel can soon hear the light sound of her snoring.

"I'm gonna record that sound and play it back to her in the morning." Angel says grabbing a blanket as she and Luke make their way to an empty seat. He sits down first and then she curls up on his lap, kicking off her heels and sighing in relief. She pulls the blanket over herself and Luke and lays her head on his shoulder.

"Comfy?" he smiles.

She just sighs contently. Then wriggles slightly, "Actually it'd be so much better if I could just take this damned dress off."

"I'd be more than happy to help you with that but you and I both know where that'll lead." He tells her as he brushes his lips over her ear. He places a light kiss on her neck, then her cheek as she turns to face him.

"Well we'll land in a few hours and then we can get to a hotel and you can help me out of this wretched dress."

"It'll be my pleasure." He whispers as they kiss briefly knowing that if they continue it'll only make it harder.

"Till then I need to rest a bit."

He nods his head and leans back, his arms wrapping around her holding her close. "Love you."

"I love you too." Angel yawns before kissing his cheek.

He feels his muscles relaxing and then a thought comes to mind, he glances at his watch noticing that it's now just past midnight. He thinks for a moment, and then the sudden realization of today's date hits him.

"What is it?" Angel asks looking up at him. He'd seemed so tired just a moment ago and now seems wide awake.

He smiles at her and kisses her softly yet full of passion. When he pulls away she finds herself smiling but slightly breathless and she hates that they're on the plane and not back at home where she can drag him to bed and ravage him for days.

"Happy anniversary."

She sits up suddenly and can't stop smiling as she hugs him tightly, "Oh my god you're right." She kisses him on the cheek, then his lips before pulling away still smiling. "Happy one year anniversary. We'll celebrate properly once we're done with everything."

"Sounds like a plan." He says as she cuddles back up against him.

"Wait, do we count it as one year or two?"

He looks over at her questioningly, "What do you mean?"

"Well we've been 'together' for a little over two years but not officially together that long." She says trying to hash it all out in her mind.

"By officially together do you mean when we said I love you?"

"I guess that would be the benchmark by which normal couples calculate these sort of things right?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "I have no idea, but we're not exactly a normal couple."

"Not by a long shot."

"So how do you want to count it?"

"Today's date works just fine, I don't mind if we say one year or two." She says leaning back against him.

"How about we go with two?" he asks and finds her looking up at him for an explanation. "I was in love with you well before I told you so technically it's been more than a year for me."

"Same here." She nods her head, "Okay, two year anniversary it is then." She says happily.

"You realize what this means don't you?" Luke says as they slowly start to drift off.

"What?"

"That we're gonna need the next few weeks off."

"Why?" She's curious.

"Because we never got to celebrate our one year so we need to make up for it and it's going to take some time to do it properly." He says quietly by her ear.

She grins mischievously, "Sounds like a wonderful way to spend our time off."

So any errors or typos are deeply regretted, I tried to proofread as quickly as possible. I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading, and a special thanks to charnelisserivera099 for your lovely words of encouragement.