I was hoping I would get feedback for a sequel, so thank you for not disappointing (: I couldn't wait any longer, so here it is! It's named for the song Us by the ever so lovely Regina Spektor. I interpret the song to be about two lovers who share a love and a dream and strive for it, as well as searching for an answer to some unknown question. I think it beautifully represents Eclare's journey into their future together as a married couple. I hope you like it, please review and let me know what you think! Oh, and just a fair warning, I wasted no time jumping right into smut :D

I pulled up to the Toronto Airport at midnight, just fifteen minutes before Clare was set to land.

My hands were shaking.

I was happy, unbelievably so.

But I was also nervous as hell.

What now?

Would we spend a few good months together before she realized her mistake and didn't want to be with me anymore?

I knew better, I knew Clare wouldn't make any drastic decisions without weighing out every possible outcome, but I still couldn't help but worry.

The best thing that could have ever happened to me did, and I wasn't going to let anything mess it up.

I sat in Morty who was still going strong after the long car ride and waited for another ten minutes.

Finally, I made my way inside and walked into the baggage claim.

In a few short minutes, I saw the girls chatting animatedly as they walked over to where I stood.

Clare's face lit up as our eyes locked, causing me to grin uncontrollably.

"Wow, a sincere smile from the King of Death?" Alli asked sarcastically, raising a brow at me.

"Shut up, Alli," Clare said distractedly, finally reaching me and wrapping her arms around my waist in a suffocating hug.

My arms were around her smaller frame and I pressed my lips to the top of her sweet smelling hair.

"I missed you," she mumbled into my chest.

"I missed you more," I said softly, removing an arm from around her and lifting her face to me.

I kissed her gently, my lips curled up into a small smile as I did so.

She was smiling brightly when we pulled back from each other.

"Aren't you two just the cutest?" one of the girls said, earning giggles from a few more.

I hardly heard them, Clare, my wife, the only thing holding my attention.

Soon, the luggage began to come out on the rotating belt and the girls went to get their things. I stayed with the luggage they continually brought back to me.

I saw Clare and Alli talking in hushed tones, seemingly arguing at times.

I wondered what they were talking about, Clare seemed pissed and Alli wasn't backing down.

Clare suddenly placed a hand on her hip, and I knew she meant business.

She fiercely spoke to Alli, and once she had finished with a huff, Alli spoke calmly and they hugged.

When they brought the last of their bags to me, Alli offered a small smile.

"I'm sorry I've been so… rude," she started, nearly struggling with the apology. "I'm just really protective of Clare, and when you hurt her… Well honestly I wanted to kill you. But she seems really happy now, so you must be doing something right. She hasn't been this way for a long time. Five years, actually," she hinted.

"What I'm trying to say is congratulations and good luck. And if you hurt her again, I really will kill you this time."

"Alli!" Clare said, slapping the other girl's arm lightly.

"Well it's only fair to warn him," she answered with a smirk.

I just chuckled lightly, "Thanks Alli."

She smiled smugly before rejoining the other girls.

"We'll go home as soon as I say goodbye to the rest of the girls," Clare said to me before pecking my cheek and rejoining the girls.

Home.

I had a home.

I never considered my apartment in Vegas to be home, it always felt temporary.

I watched Clare hug her friends and bid them goodbye, and promise to call Alli after we were settled to make last minute wedding plans.

And before I knew it, she was back at my side.

I didn't let her carry her bags, which she protested but I didn't give in.

We made our way out to Morty and she opened the back so I could set her bags down.

Before I could walk around to the driver's side, Clare's arms were tight around me.

"You don't know how unbelievably happy I am," she whispered.

"I think I do. Because I'm just as happy," I replied, running my hands up and down her back.

She brought her hands to my chest, and then slid them up and down mimicking my movements.

One of her hands slid into the pocket of my blazer and suddenly she pulled away.

There was a mischievous gleam in her eye as she dangled the keys to Morty in front of me.

"What's yours is mine, right Mr. Goldsworthy?"

She always tried to get me to let her drive Morty when we were together.

I never budged, not because I didn't trust her but because Morty was my baby.

However, she was right.

I hesitated before nodding a pained nod.

"Right, Mrs. Goldsworthy. Just… be gentle with him, okay?"

"Don't worry."

We got into the car, and it felt eerie sitting in the passenger seat.

I winced when she turned the ignition, and she giggled at my tense appearance.

She started to drive, and I busied myself with my hands, keeping my eyes trained on them.

She made a rather sharp turn, causing me to shoot my head up.

"Sorry," she said quickly, "That turn gets me every time!"

"It's okay," I said in the most soothing voice I could muster, which wasn't a very convincing one.

I noticed our surroundings and realized it was an eerily familiar street.

When Clare finally pulled Morty into a driveway, I looked up and I was shocked.

"Your old house? You still live here?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," she said with a small smile. "It was paid off by the time I was done with school, so my parents decided to sign it over to me. It was nice because it's… or it was, the only thing I had left."

Her eyes turned sad, as she undoubtedly was thinking of me leaving all of those years ago.

I brought my hand to rest at the crook of her neck and angled her head towards mine.

"Clare, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

She smiled a weak smile up at me and sighed.

"I know. And that makes me happy, it really does."

"Not as happy as it makes me," I murmured before pressing my lips to hers in a deep kiss.

It only became deeper, and when her hands began to roam my body it became harder to control myself.

"Do you… want… to go… inside?" I murmured between kisses, holding her tight against me.

She moaned and gave a nod in response.

I withdrew myself from her after a few more drawn out kisses and we quickly exited the car, leaving all of her bags and my boxes of belongings behind.

She fumbled with her keys, trying to find the one that would unlock her front door.

Finally, she inserted it, turned it, and opened the door.

Before she could take a step inside, I swept her off her feet and held her against me, bridal style.

She gasped at the sudden movement, but when she relaxed into my arms she smiled at me and snaked her arms around my neck.

"It's only proper," I explained with a smirk.

She laughed softly before burying her face in my neck for a kiss.

I carried her into the house but quickly stopped, not knowing which room was hers.

"Upstairs, last door on the left," she murmured, her lips still moving against my neck.

I kicked the front door closed and carried her up the stairs to the room that used to belong to her parents.

I carried her into the room and set her down gently on the bed before lowering myself on top of her.

She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to a passionate kiss.

We pressed our bodies against each other hard, already breathing heavily.

I slid my hand up under her shirt, slowly caressing her warm soft skin.

Kneeling between her legs, my hands met at the hem of her shirt and lifted it gently, completely pulling it off when she arched her back to let me do so.

While she was still lifted up I also removed her bra, immediately turning my attention to her exposed breasts.

As my lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers all worked together to tease and pull her nipples, earning deep breaths and moans from her.

Her hands began to roam my body, gripping and pulling on the fabric of my shirt.

I sat up on my knees, allowing her access to pull the shirt over my head.

Her nails dug into my skin, scratching all the way down the length of my torso and giving me a chill.

I let my weight fall on her again, our half naked bodies flush against each other.

We tumbled around on the large bed, our bodies desperate to find one another.

Her small fingers struggled with the button of my pants and I groaned as her hands moved against the bulge making my jeans tight.

I felt her smirk against my lips as she finally got the button undone and nearly ripped my pants off of me.

She shifted her position and pushed me down on my back so she was now lying above me.

With one hand I undid her pants and pulled them down.

She kissed me hungrily, moving her legs around me to straddle my hips.

As she did so, I lifted myself to grind against her.

My hands moved lightly against her smooth legs, teasing her.

She whimpered as we shared slow, lingering kisses.

"God, Eli, you don't know what you do to me," she murmured against my lips.

"Sure I do," I mumbled back, taking her in my arms and flipping her back over to her back.

I pinned her down and roamed her neck with my lips, growing hungrier with every passing minute.

She moaned my name, driving me crazier.

My lips moved down to her exposed torso, pausing for a long while on her breasts.

I let go of her arms, but she stayed lying still as if I still held her that way.

My lips lightly trailed her stomach, my tongue peaking out to taste her every so often.

I reached the top of her underwear and slid my tongue across from hipbone to hipbone, causing her breath to hitch.

I brought my lips back to the middle.

My teeth now around her panties, I pulled them down slowly.

Once they were off, I spread her legs wide and without missing a beat inserted my tongue deep into her.

"Eli!" she yelled in surprise, her hands finding my hair and tangling themselves into it.

I brought my thumb up to massage her clit as my tongue rapidly moved in and out of her.

A string of gasps and moans spilled from her lips.

I let my fingers and my tongue switch places, my middle and ring fingers pumping in and out of her as my tongue flicked over her clit.

"Clare," I murmured against her, my voice humming against her, "You're so fucking sexy, baby."

She pulled on my hair hard while nearly yelling another moan.

I slowly eased my fingers out of her and crawled up to her, my face inches from hers.

Her eyes opened to meet mine, and they were much, much darker than usual.

Biting her lower lip and keeping eye contact, she pulled my boxers down, kicking them off when they reached my knees.

She wrapped her legs around me and brought me down to her, and I could feel her warm, wet opening with the tip of my cock.

She rubbed herself against me, teasing.

I groaned and let one of my hands gently tug on several locks of auburn curls, already tangled and messy.

She gasped and her eyes closed tight, and just moments later I finally pushed myself inside of her.

I moved slowly at first, pushing myself deeper in her with every thrust.

Her hands found my shoulders and her nails dug into my back, the pain only pushing me past all sane thoughts.

I began to move furiously inside of her, not keeping any particular pace.

"Oh… oh Eli!" she moaned, her legs tightening around my waist.

I continued my sporadic movements, picking up pace.

I groaned at the indescribable pleasure coursing through me.

She yelled as I hit that special place inside of her.

It was at this time that I became consistent, knowing that I could pleasure her best like this.

Her yelling subsided, but her voice did not.

She panted heavily as she moaned uncontrollably.

"Oh, Eli… Oh baby… God… Right… There…"

She struggled to form words, and only breathed them between her moans.

I continued at my exact pace, hitting her in the same spot every time.

"Come on, Clare. Get off with me, baby," I growled, feeling myself close to coming but holding back until she did.

She cried out in pleasure and after just a few more thrusts I felt her tighten around me and the sexiest yell escaped her, her hands clutching the sheets for support and her back arching off of the bed.

As I felt her release, I let myself go as well.

We panted in unison as we both finished.

I remained above her, my lips moving tenderly upon her forehead, her cheek, her nose, her lips.

She slid her arms loosely around my waist as her legs fell to the bed.

I settled into the bed beside her, letting my eyes fall closed.

"Eli?" she murmured sleepily, curling her body closer to mine.

"Yeah?" I asked gently.

"I love you," she whispered, gently placing a kiss to my chest.

I held her tighter, smiling at her words.

I'd never get tired of hearing that.

"I love you too, Clare."

My life had never been better.

Here I was, lying in bed with the woman I loved, able to call her my wife and put at ease by the promise of forever with her.

I know it's not super long or anything, it's just something to take off with. I have a few ideas as far as plot twists and whatnot, but I'm 100% open to any suggestions you may have! You're all my inspiration (: