Jessie opened her eyes and nearly panicked when she realized she didn't know what time it was. It must have been morning, because bright rays were trying to reach under the bed. She shifted her position and was momentarily surprised to feel a plastic arm draped loosely across her middle… and then she remembered.

He stirred in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent.

"Buzz," she whispered in a near hiss. "Buzz, wake up!"

"I'm up," He said, his voice clearer now. He smiled and pulled her closer against his chest, tugged her collar down to kiss her neck.

"Bu-uzz!" She squealed, trying unsuccessfully to squirm out of his grasp. "You know what that does to me!" She wriggled around to face him, her back against the floor, and placed her hands against his chest.

He grinned mischievously. "I know," he said close to ear, eliciting a shiver.

She blushed.

"You are so beautiful," He told her with wide cerulean eyes, tucking a wayward strand of yarn behind her ear.

Her eyes locked on his and she pulled his head down close to her face. The butterflies in her stomach overreacted to his nearness, and she thought for a second that their wings might cut right through her stuffing, which was still tingling everywhere he'd touched her.

"Today's the day," she reminded him as he tapped her nose with his. Suddenly, she thrust herself into his arms and gripped him as tightly as she could. "I'm going to miss you so much, " she whispered into his chest.

He hugged her back just as fiercely. "Me too." He was silent for a moment. "I hope last night wasn't too much," he murmured into her hair.

"We've been together for six years, Buzz! It's okay," She said with a flirtatious smile, though her cheeks reddened.

Buzz smiled back. "Jess, you were perfect." He kissed her forehead.

She tugged at her messy braid. "Um.. you were… really, really good," she said quietly. She idly traced abstract patterns on his arm. "I wish you didn't have to leave for so long," she whispered.

He cupped her face in his hands and looked longingly into her eyes. "I can stay…"

She shook her head repeatedly. "No."

"I'll stay with you if you want me to."

"You can't," she said seriously. "This'll only happen once. You hafta take the chance!" She insisted . She wrapped her fingers around his wrist. "Just… promise me you'll come back to me," She said quietly, looking up at him with liquid green eyes.

In the next instant, his lips were on hers and they were both breathing more heavily than they needed to. "I promise," he whispered back in between kisses. "I promise. I'll always find my way back to you."

She tugged on his collar and opened her mouth slightly for another kiss. Her heart pounded wildly when he pressed his body up against hers again and she could feel that his was beating just as fast. She kissed him back urgently, wrapping her legs around his. So what if it was already morning? So what if they got carried away again? They kissed each other intensely, neither one of them wanting to voice what they couldn't stop themselves from thinking… just in case this was the last time.

"Want to know a secret?" Buzz whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her face.

"What?"

"I'm nervous."

Jessie's brows furrowed. "You? Nervous?"

He laughed. "Crazy, huh?"

She smiled warmly at him and patted his back. "You'll be a fine Space Ranger, Buzz Lightyear." She winked. "After all, you're the bravest toy I ever met."

"Thanks, Jess." He hugged her tight. "I'm really happy I have your support with all this."

"Silly space toy," she breathed. "You always have my support." Her eyes closed as she hugged him back.

"Jessie…"

"Mmm?" She murmured against his shoulder.

"When I get back…" He pulled away slightly to look into her eyes. "I… I want to make sure that we're always together. That… we never get separated ever again."

Her eyes widened. "Okay," she whispered.

"Really?"

"Yeah…"

With a wide smile, he lifted her up and whirled her around. She laughed and it was like music to his ears. He set her back down gently on the floor and she leaned close to kiss him again. He'd meant it to be a light kiss, but she closed her eyes and locked her arms around him, pressing her lips passionately to his, and he didn't complain.

She felt like he was still spinning her in the air as he kissed her deeply for a moment and she held on tighter. He gripped her waist to hold her steady. "Buzz…" she murmured.

Suddenly someone tapped lightly at the bottom of one of the bedposts. "Sorry for interrupting," a low voice apologized.

They broke apart guiltily, but then Buzz wrapped an arm around her waist.

Woody cleared his throat. "It's, uh… it's one thirty. The others want to say goodbye before Andy gets home."

Buzz nodded. "Right." He looked at Jessie apologetically.

"Go on," she urged with a brave smile. "It's okay."