Beginning, Section II

Chapter 13

Posted on November 10, 2008

Sunday was another lovely day. Will attended his church for morning services, and Elizabeth attended hers. Eager to be in one another's company again, Elizabeth went to Will's house for dinner.

On Monday afternoon, Will called Elizabeth. "Do you have plans for Wednesday night?"

"No," she replied. "Why?"

"One of the firms partnering with us on a big project invited a few of us to the Phillies game. They said to bring our families, and, well... Charlie and I would like you and Jane to come with us, if you can.

"I hate these things, Liz, but I have to go. I'd be so much happier if I could count on you being there with me."

"Okay, Will. I'll go," she answered, and quickly heard the sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

"Good. Thanks. What about Jane?"

"I can't speak for her, but I expect she would be quite willing. But don't you think Charlie should ask her?"

The line was quiet for a moment. "Yes. You're right. I'll tell him that." Elizabeth didn't answer immediately, so Will decided to tease her. "Oh, and while you're updating your Outlook Calendar..."

Elizabeth's hands flew from the keyboard, and she looked around guiltily. "What makes you think I'm on my computer?"

Will couldn't restrain a low laugh. "Just block the night of the thirtieth if you don't already have plans."

"What's on the thirtieth?"

"Just a fundraiser. Cocktails and a show. I'll tell you more later."

They finished their call shortly thereafter and talked more on the train, and again on the phone late that night.

Tuesday passed quickly, and Will did not want to leave Elizabeth when they reached his station that evening. He would be driving in the next morning, so it would be easier for them to get home after the baseball game. As he stepped off the train, he hoped they would be able to do lunch together on Wednesday. Somehow, seeing Elizabeth had become essential to his being.

Fate did not smile on Will though, and he had to work through lunch on Wednesday. This was further proven when Elizabeth called him to say she'd be late leaving the office.

"We can wait," he offered.

"No. Traffic will be a big mess if you do. I'll take the subway, and I'll probably still be there before the game."

"You can't take the subway alone!" he responded worriedly.

Waffling between being angry at his mistrust and knowing it was because he cared for her, she tried not to sound too exasperated. "Will, I've ridden on the Broad Street Line by myself many times, first at fifteen." She hid a sigh and enunciated each of the next words she said, "I will be there. And I will be okay." She let out a deep breath away from the receiver, then continued, "Take Jane and Charlie, and I will meet you there."

"I don't like it." He was still firm in his opinion.

"Duly noted." She could be just as stubborn. "I'll be fine, and if you'll let me get back to work, I'll get done sooner."

"Okay, Liz. Bye," he answered sullenly.

"Bye Will."

Fitzwilliam Darcy was not an easy person to be around for that last hour at work, nor was he companionable as he drove through the South Philly traffic.

Elizabeth finished her project and walked down to Broad Street with a sense of satisfaction. She had found and fixed the bug, and was ready for the reward of an evening with Will.

Luck was with her, and she caught a Sports Express, arriving at Broad and Pattison at 6:50. She collected her ticket at Will Call and easily found her way to the [url=http://philadelphia.phillies.mlb.com/phi/ticketing/group_party_area_mvp.jsp">MVP Suite. She spotted Charlie and Jane near the door, and stopped to talk to them for a minute.

They introduced her to the couple that was talking to them, before she finally asked where Will was.

"He was talking to one of the guys from P&S over there, last I saw him." Charlie pointed to the far corner.

Elizabeth had to walk around several people she did not know before she spied him. He stood alone; tall and stern. Even without his tie and jacket, he looked stiffer and less approachable than she had ever seen him. It was hard to envision this man was sweating with a hoe in her back yard just a few days ago.

Will never even noticed Elizabeth's approach, and started when she touched his arm. "Liz!" He grabbed both her hands in his.

She squeezed his hands, which were surprisingly cold. "Why are you over here all by yourself, Will?"

"Well, Dave had to go talk to someone else, and Charlie was talking to someone I didn't know." He glanced quickly around the room. "So I thought I'd just wait for you."

"And how long have you been waiting for me?"

Will looked at his watch and very quietly answered, "About fifteen minutes."

She could have questioned his behavior or teased him, but decided to move on instead. "Okay, well now that I'm here, let's get something to eat, and then try to enjoy ourselves.

Will sighed and squeezed her hand. "That sounds good. Thank you, Liz."

Before they made it to the buffet, Will introduced Elizabeth to one their hosts, and while not really surprised, he was amazed by her easy manners with his associate and her husband.

Elizabeth, however, noted that while Will spoke politely with the couple, his stance was unyielding, and he kept a firm grip on her hand most of the time.

After speaking briefly with another couple, they helped themselves to some food and sodas before finding two seats together, where they could eat and watch some of the game.

More of their time was spent rubbing elbows than watching baseball, but that was a shock to no one. Will kept Elizabeth at his side as much as possible, and never seemed to be at ease. Elizabeth was a complete contrast to him, warm and friendly with everyone she met. Her concern for Will kept her from completely enjoying the night, but she could sense how much her presence meant to him, and was happy to be there for him.

At the end of the eighth inning, Charlie and Jane joined Will and Elizabeth. The foursome thanked their hosts and departed, both trying to beat some of the traffic, and knowing it would be some time before Will would get home.

To appease Charlie, Will put the game on the radio. No one spoke much, but every once in a while, Will would reach over and hold Elizabeth's hand for a minute.

Their first stop was by Charlie's car at the Malvern train station. He thanked Jane for helping him out, and Will for the ride. Then he slipped from the car and into his own.

Jane and Elizabeth talked about some of the people they had met that night, and occasionally pulled Will into the conversation as they drove to the Thorndale Station to pick up Jane's car. As they got close, Elizabeth again suggested that she could go home with Jane, to save him the extra driving.

"You know if you went with her, I'd still have to follow you. I wouldn't be able to rest tonight if I didn't see you safely home."

"Even if you can call me or chat online?"

"Liz..." he grumbled lowly.

"Oh, Will," she teased. "I'm quite happy you'll see us safely home." She batted her eyelashes teasingly when he glanced over at her.

When they reached the station, Jane hopped out, and Will and Elizabeth held hands until her car began moving, then they followed her home.

At the house, Will moved swiftly to help Elizabeth from the car, and they caught up with Jane as she unlocked the door.

They were greeted by an ecstatic Hamlet, and Jane pushed past the small horse with practiced ease to disable the alarm. She turned to see her sister petting her dog, and a side of Will Darcy she had never seen before. The man was bent over, with a broad grin, practically on the verge of laughter, nose to nose with Hamlet.

When Will rose to his full height, Jane said, smiling, "Thanks for everything tonight, Will. I had a good time."

"All I did was drive. I'm sure Charlie was very happy you went with us though," he replied.

A hint of pink appeared on Jane's cheek. "Well, thank you anyway." She then turned to Elizabeth. "I'm going to bed. ‘Night sis."

"'Night Jane," Elizabeth replied as Jane turned and climbed the stairs. Looking up at Will, she then said, "I have to let out Hamlet for a while. Do you have time to wait with me?"

"Absolutely." He nodded as he spoke, and they began to walk through the house. "Has he been in all day?"

"No, the girl next door comes over after school and plays with him. He can handle a regular workday, but they have such a good time together, she does it every day."

She patted the dog's head as she opened the kitchen door, then she and Will followed him out onto the patio. They had only walked out a few feet before she felt herself being pulled into Will's embrace.

"I've never been so comfortable at one of these things, Liz. Thank you." He kissed her lips lightly.

"That was comfortable?" She looked up, the surprise and question evident in her voice and expression.

Will took a moment to respond. "Yeah... I can't stand being thrust into a roomful of people I don't know, though tonight was a small room, and work related. At a lot of events, like the fundraiser in a couple of weeks, I'm sought out for my money or a social position I don't care about..." His voice dropped as he tensed. "I hate them."

"Oh, Will." She reached up and slid her fingers from his temple, back through his hair.

He continued quietly. "You didn't have any trouble at all. You seemed so warm and genuine. And I think everyone liked you."

With her hands resting behind Will's neck, Elizabeth pulled herself up lightly and kissed him. "They were all very nice. I enjoyed meeting them."

Will kissed her. "You know..." He placed his hand on her jaw with his fingertips just reaching into her hair and ran his thumb across her cheek, then locking eyes, continued, "That's one of the things I love about you." He kissed her again; a little longer this time.

Pulling back only enough to speak clearly, he said, "I love you, Elizabeth."

Her lips promptly and ardently reached for his, and they remained thus engaged for some time. When she finally pulled back, Elizabeth spoke just above a whisper as a tear threatened to fall from her eye. "I don't know how we've moved so far so fast..." A smile began to emerge. "But I love you too."

Chapter 14

Posted on November 13, 2008

Elizabeth woke Thursday morning with a smile on her face. Knowing it had been there when she fell asleep, she wondered if she had worn it all night. Well, if she had, it was her right; she was in love, and apparently so was he.

She set about her morning routine, and despite being sure she was giving more conscious thought to Will than her preparations, she was ready early, and already eating her breakfast when Jane entered the kitchen. "Morning, Jane," Elizabeth said brightly.

Jane noticed immediately. Her sister was usually a happy person, but this morning, there was something more. With a grin of her own, she asked, "He said it, didn't he?"

Elizabeth blushed and nodded in affirmation.

"That's wonderful!" Jane went over and hugged her sister. "I was pretty sure he would, after seeing you two last night. You just belonged together, not like people who have only known each other two weeks, and Charlie and I weren't the only ones to notice."

"You weren't?" Elizabeth tipped her head.

"No, a few people asked Charlie about you, saying the only woman they've ever seen him so easy with was his sister."

"He implied as much himself, but I didn't think other people would notice. I wonder if he realized..."

Taking Elizabeth's hand, Jane interrupted her. "I don't know how much thought he gave to what others there might think, but I know he was happy when you were at his side. Don't worry about it. Let's just get going, unless you don't want to see him on the train."

They resumed their preparations and did make the train. They talked a little more, then per their usual routine, read until Charlie boarded in Malvern.

As he approached the Bennet sisters, Charlie thought he could see a change in Elizabeth, but chose to say nothing about it until he saw Will.

There was no discernable difference from Will's typical smile when he spied Elizabeth, but once he sat down, it didn't matter how quietly they tried to greet one another, if they even tried, Charlie and Jane heard.

"So it's official," Charlie whispered to Jane, who nodded in reply. "I knew it wouldn't take long. They make a nice couple."

Will and Elizabeth held hands as they talked about some of the people Elizabeth had met the night before. When they were pulling out of 30th Street Station, she said, "Don't forget I'm leaving early today, so no lunch or train ride home." She frowned a little.

Will almost looked like he was pouting. "I'll call you tonight though." Something flashed across his face. Was it a look of panic? "Are you sure you're all right?"

"Oh, Will!" She squeezed his hand. "It's just a regular doctor's visit. Nothing is wrong. I swear you can be so silly at times."

"I am not. I'm just used to taking care of the people I love." His look further assured her she was indeed one of those people.

Later that day, while Elizabeth did miss Will's company, she enjoyed and took full advantage of the trip home on the sparsely occupied mid-afternoon train. Her fanfiction productivity had dropped in the past couple of weeks. Now, at least, she hoped to make up for it with a new source of inspiration.

She opened her notebook, then pulled out the flash drive she almost always carried with her from her pocket and inserted it in the USB port. Opening her Word document for the first time in days, she read and edited the last few paragraphs before writing a new scene she had developed in her head.

When she reached a stopping point, not long before the train approached her station, Elizabeth saved her file and began putting her things away. She laughed to herself. I love you, Captain Wentworth, but you are no Mr. Darcy!

It was 5:10 when Elizabeth got home. She wouldn't have to pick up Jane until 6:07, so she sat at her computer and started her Trillian before beginning to sort through her email. She was still reading her first message when a chat window popped up.

WillJDar: You're home?
Lizzy1011: Shudnt u be on a train?
WillJDar is typing a message.
WillJDar: There was no reason to rush out today.
WillJDar is typing a message.
Lizzy1011: i'm sorry hon
WillJDar: Do you think I really wanted to ride home with the we're-not-in-love birds?
Lizzy1011: LOL
Lizzy1011: he does have a sense of humor
WillJDar: Ha ha.
WillJDar is typing a message.
WillJDar: It has been known to appear from time to time.
Lizzy1011: btw are you supposed to chat at work?
WillJDar: Btw means by the way?
WillJDar is typing a message.
WillJDar: I'm the boss.
WillJDar is typing a message.
Lizzy1011: LOL
WillJDar is typing a message.

A minute later, Will's desk phone rang. He glanced at the caller-id, then smiled as he picked up the receiver. "Hello, my love." He closed his Messenger window.

She felt such warmth in her chest that it took her a moment to answer. "Hi." Her heart was beating so loudly, he had to have heard it. Finally she continued, "I love you, Will."

How happy those few words made him! "I love you too, Liz." Both wore silly grins that would have embarrassed them should anyone else see. "I tried calling you a little while ago, but it went right to voicemail."

"That was probably when I stopped at Wegmans. Cells don't tend to work too well around all that refrigeration equipment.

"Anyhow, my dear," she continued, "I love that you're trying to chat with me, but you really need to learn to be less formal, or type faster."

"What do you mean?"

"Almost no one IMs in complete, capitalized, punctuated sentences. I do have a friend who does, but she's a writer and types very fast, and people do tease her about it. But in your case, Will, I'd prefer to see what you have to say than ‘WillJDar is typing a message.'"

"Oh, okay," he answered quietly.

"So, besides working late, what's up?" she asked cheerfully.

"I just wanted to talk to you." His voice then dropped a little. "And I suppose make sure everything was okay at the doctor..."

"You are a worrywart, aren't you?" she teased. "Everything's just fine, Will."

"Good, that does make me feel better." He was quiet for a moment. "Then I suppose I could ask you what you would like to do tomorrow night."

"I don't have any preferences, though I'd rather avoid really busy places," she answered.

Will pulled up a list of nearby restaurants on his computer. "Have you ever been to Tinto? They don't have a dress code, and I can still get reservations, so they shouldn't be too crowded. Then we can take a later train back and decide from there." Will suggested.

It may be casual, but it's expensive. Then again, you said you weren't going to let money be an issue. She took a breath, as deep as she could and hopefully still not be heard. "That sounds great," she answered pleasantly.

They talked a while longer, until Elizabeth reminded him that he was supposed to be working and she would have to go pick up Jane soon.

Later that night they talked on the phone again, and the next morning, they sat holding hands on the train and talking as usual.

Will called Elizabeth exactly at 5:00. "Will you be ready to go soon?" he asked.

"Yes, I'll be ready when you get here." She was eager to see him again, even if it had only been since the morning.

Elizabeth was waiting in front of the building when Will arrived a few minutes later. Both smiled as they greeted each other. They grasped hands immediately and just gazed at each other with a look akin to desire. Each longed to touch more than hands, to join their lips, yet the venue was far too public and the awkwardness too great.

They walked the three blocks to the restaurant quickly, even at a casual pace. It was only half-full, probably due to the early hour, and they were seated promptly.

The ambiance was lovely, the service excellent, the small portions delicious and the conversation stimulating. They finished with plenty of time to make the 7:15 train, so they decided upon the slightly longer walk to 30th Street.

The train was a much older Silverliner, and nearly empty, so they chose one of the larger seats. Elizabeth pulled her feet up, and leaned against Will, who wrapped his arm around her. They sat and talked as comfortably as they could on the noisy, rocking train, and were quite happy to disembark when they reached Paoli.

They walked hand in hand to Will's car and he helped Elizabeth get in. He then walked around and tossed his attaché and jacket into the back seat before he climbed in. He slid the key into the ignition, and the dome light went off. He glanced over at Elizabeth, and that was all it took. Their lips were immediately engaged, and the car did not leave the lot for several minutes.

As the night was still young, they drove up to Will's house, where they were promptly greeted by Hershey, and shortly thereafter, Maggie. The dog stayed near his master, but after greeting Elizabeth warmly, Maggie declared she was tired and was turning in early. For all intents and purposes, they had the house to themselves.

Will and Elizabeth stopped in the kitchen to get a couple of glasses of iced tea, then settled comfortably on the soft leather sofa in the media room. Will turned on the stereo, and a Philadelphia Pops CD began playing. He turned down the volume a little, then relaxed and pulled Elizabeth into his arms. They talked for a while, but soon enough were engaged in more amorous activities, and the only words were an occasional, "I love you."

Elizabeth was sure she'd never been happier. She could imagine nothing more satisfying than being thus engaged with Will. She was so lost in him, Elizabeth was surprised when she realized where his hands and roamed. His ministrations felt so wonderful; the sensation made her shiver.

Will's lips released hers and began migrating to her neck. She rubbed her cheek softly in his hair, mmm... he smells so good, never having felt so in love, so complete.

Suddenly she was aware of Will's hand on her back, fingering the hooks on her bra. She pulled back and sat staring in his eyes, startled, while he looked back, confused. "I'm sorry, Will." Then she ran from the room before Will even realized what had happened.

Chapter 15

Posted on November 17, 2008

Will sat without moving a muscle for several seconds, not comprehending the scene before him. "Liz!" his mind screamed, though it left his lips scarcely above a whisper.

He stood up and ran to the door. Looking into the hall, he called, "Liz?"

His only answer was the sound of a door closing. At least he knew which door it was, and he went straight towards the bathroom.

Placing his hands on each side of the doorjamb, he tried again. "Liz?"

No answer.

"Are you all right, Liz?"

Still no answer.

Will dropped his head until it rested against the door. My god! What have I done? He tried to replay their activities on the sofa up to the point where she pulled away. He had been trying to figure out where and how her bra fastened.

Neither moved nor spoke for what seemed like several minutes. Finally, already certain of the result, Will reached down and gently tried the knob. Locked. He returned his hand to the jamb and spoke. "Please, Liz. I'm sorry. Please tell me you're okay."

Silence prevailed, and Will closed his eyes, not knowing what to do.

Suddenly, a small, frustrated voice was heard from the other side. "I need to think."

Will sighed. "Okay, Liz. I understand." Not really. "I love you, Liz, and I'm so very sorry."

Several seconds passed, then her voice was heard again. "It's not you. It's me."

"I love you, Liz, and I know we can work this out." He knew he had to be strong and supportive, and wracked his brain for something else to say that would give her comfort and confidence.

He pulled away from the door and paced slowly in front if it a few times, hitting his right palm with his left fist, before he dropped, sitting on the hall floor, his back against the wall by the door. My first test, and I've failed her. He rested his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, digging his fingers into his scalp. Why!

Will sat there a few minutes, his head spinning. He could not help speaking. "I love you so much, Liz. Please just talk to me."

A short time later, on the other side of the door, Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No good could come of sitting in a locked bathroom any longer. She didn't know which was worse, that she'd let herself get so carried away that she found herself uncomfortable with Will, or that she had panicked and run away.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red and a bit swollen and her hair was a mess. A complete wreck. She sighed. Taking the finger towel beside the sink, she held a corner under a light stream of cold water. Even though the tears had subsided some time ago, there was no way to hide that she had been crying.

What will he think of me after this? Well, she would have to find out sooner or later. Elizabeth pressed the towel to her eyes, then gently wiped her cheeks with it. She then tried to run her fingers through the full length of her hair a few times before deciding it was the best she could do, and turned to face the door.

She knew he was still out there. No matter what would happen after she emerged, she already knew Will Darcy well enough to know he would not be far. She stared at the door. Just do it, Elizabeth!

Before she could change her mind, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it, startling a bit when the lock button popped. As soon as she started to pull the door inward, she saw his feet. Her eyes knew the exact path to follow as she stepped out.

When Elizabeth's eyes caught Will's distraught expression, it cut right through her. What have I done? She dropped her eyes before they could meet his.

Will was immediately on his feet. "Elizabeth. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you."

Elizabeth was stunned. "Will, no. I..." She dropped her head as she felt her cheeks flush. "I panicked. I..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I..."

"I think I understand why..." interrupted Will. "Liz?"

She looked up and saw the concern in his eyes and how he held forth his hand. She tentatively placed her hand in his. "I'm sorry, Will. I..." She dropped her head again.

He squeezed her hand. "It's okay," he said soothingly. "Do you feel up to talking?"

She nodded without looking up, so he led the way to the den, rather than the media room where they had been earlier. Once she sat on the sofa, he asked, "Can I get you anything? A glass of wine? A fresh iced tea?"

Without releasing his hand, she said, "No thanks. I need... You're right. I need to explain."

Will sat down next to her, leaving some space between them for fear of crowding her. He looked at their entwined hands and began playing gently with her fingers.

Finally she began, without looking up. "I love you, Will; and I hope I haven't screwed up everything by freaking out."

"Elizabeth," he said eagerly, but just above a whisper, hoping she would look up. It took a long moment, but she did. "I love you too, Liz." He looked warmly into her eyes. "Too much to be scared off by what happened earlier."

She forced a half smile. "I've never felt anything so wonderful or so right as when we kiss." She bit her lip for a moment, then continued. "I began to get nervous when I felt your hand on..." Her cheeks grew redder. "on my breast. But it felt so good." She looked down at their entwined fingers again. "I should have told you then."

"I shouldn't have tried..." Will said quietly.

"No, Will." Elizabeth interrupted him, suddenly finding her strength. "I had given you no reason to stop. I should have told you... told you I've never been... so intimate before."

He started to speak, but she placed her free hand on his lips.

"Everything with you has been so wonderful, and for a while there, I thought, ‘well, maybe.'" She bit her lip, and her eyes dropped a little. "But I'm just not ready yet." Her whole body tensed a little for a quick moment. "I've completely given you my heart, but I still can't help but think we haven't known each other three weeks."

Will tried to smile encouragingly as he attempted to put his thoughts into words. Finally, he spoke. "I know, Liz. Sometimes it seems so much longer; maybe because I've never felt like this before. I don't recall ever telling another woman that I loved her. And I can't imagine anything I want more than to make love with you, but not one moment before you are completely ready." He paused a moment, looking into her wide eyes. "I don't want you to give yourself to me because you think it is expected. I need you to listen to your heart."

When he was done, Elizabeth offered Will a very small smile then slipped her hand out of his, confusing him until she slid closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. She began speaking as he wrapped his arm around her. "I am so sure you're the one, Will." She didn't think her cheeks could get any redder, but they did. "When I was at the doctor's yesterday, well, I even started birth control... It seemed the proactive thing to do."

Will kissed the top of her head. "Ah, that's why I had to ride home alone last night." He chuckled. "But honestly, I love that you think things through, and plan... And I understand what happened tonight better than you might believe." He kissed her hair again. "I know how intoxicating our kisses are; but more than that, I know how madly in love with you I have fallen, and how important your happiness has become to me. I love you, Elizabeth."

She wrapped her arms snugly around his chest. "I love you too."

They sat unmoving and unspeaking for several minutes, Will, content to have her so comfortably in his arms again, and hoping she felt the same.

Elizabeth did, yet the wheels were still turning. "Will?" she finally said in a shy voice. "Do you think it's strange that I'm twenty-five and I've never... been..."

He stroked her hair. "I suppose it doesn't seem terribly common, but it's not strange. I respect it."

It was another full minute at least before she started speaking again, now in a rather far-off voice. "You are not the first man I've loved... I dated Kent for well over a year. I might have... if he'd wanted, but he was extremely devout, and intended to wait for marriage." She shifted herself, allowing even more of their bodies to touch, gathering strength from his embrace. "I wasn't ready to even think of marriage at twenty, and we decided we were better off as friends; that may be all we ever really were.

"I do still love him; he's like the brother I never had. He and his wife are very dear to me..." She seemed to drift for a moment. "But Will?"

"Yes?"

Her fingers slid up and played with his collar. "I've never felt like this before... How I love you..."

"Me neither, Liz," he said with genuine feeling as he looked at the ringlet of her hair wrapped around his finger. "I've had a couple longer term relationships, but never once have I felt anything remotely like the love I have for you."

"I definitely wasn't ready before Kent, though I had gone out with a few guys, but that was more like hanging out. Afterwards, I dated some, but it seemed that all they wanted was sex, some kind of third date rule. I got tired of it all, and haven't really dated much in the last couple of years. It was easier to focus on school and starting a career."

Will tightened his arms around her. "Seems you used your time wisely." He swallowed hard before he continued. "I can't say I've done so well. I have dated a lot of women, and had sex with most of them." He felt her tense, and knew he had to clarify, adding quickly, "I never tried to pressure anyone who might have been unwilling or uninterested; but at this point, I can't say I'm proud of my past."

Elizabeth wasn't sure what to think, but nodded her head as she snuggled.

After a pause, he continued. "It's been nearly a year now since I realized how meaningless it all was. Since then, I've only taken dates to a few events where it was expected, and nothing happened after.

"I was starting to wonder, if I hadn't met anyone I could love by thirty-two, would I ever?" He moved her head back so he could kiss her brow. "I am so glad I started taking the train."

Elizabeth laughed, breaking the tension. "As am I."

Lifting her head more, her lips met his. So softly; so sweetly.

When she again rested her head on his shoulder, she stated clearly, "I am sorry about how I acted."

Will kissed her brow. "Don't be. It led to a conversation we needed to have, and we understand each other better now."

She nodded. "It does help to have this all out in the open."

"Yes, it does," he agreed. Then with a small chuckle, he added, "And you know, Liz, it's okay that you're not always strong and self-assured. You know I'm certainly not." He lifted her chin and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Just remember that I'm here to support you when you need it."

Eyes shining with unshed tears, she smiled shyly. "I love you, Will Darcy."

"I love you too, Elizabeth Bennet." He then engaged her lips for more gentle, sweet kisses.

They suddenly became aware of the world around them when they heard the grandfather clock down the hall chiming. Midnight.

"Pumpkin time," Will whispered. "I suppose I should be getting you home, my love."

"Probably. She moved slowly from his arms and stood up. When he joined her, she wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, Will. You are the best of men."

Chapter 16

Posted on November 20, 2008

Elizabeth snuggled closer to the large, warm body beside her, not willing to end her dream of Will. As if thoughts of him did not consume enough of her waking hours, they invaded her dreams as well; not that she was complaining.

Her internal clock, however, nagged at her; it was late, and she should not still be in bed. Sliding her hand down the stomach of her companion, she sat up suddenly. "You know you're not allowed up here, Hamlet!" she admonished the large dog sternly.

He looked up at her guiltily, and slid smoothly off the bed.

"All right, Lug, I'm getting up."

A few minutes later, Jane heard them coming downstairs and opened the back door just in time for the dog to barrel out. Closing the screen, she turned. "Morning, Lizzy."

"Hey, Jane." Elizabeth yawned as she poured her coffee. She then walked to the table and reached for a section of the paper. Looking sheepishly at her sister, she said, "Been a long time since you were up before me."

Jane laughed. "Yeah, I know it hasn't happened since you moved in here."

Elizabeth chuckled lightly too. "If it wasn't already my nature, Hamlet usually assures it. I'm not sure why he let me sleep in today."

"Maybe he knew you needed it. They say dogs can sense things," Jane offered.

"Maybe." Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "I was back before one, but I couldn't get to sleep, so I got online and chatted with some friends, caught up with someone in Australia I hadn't talked to in a while... It was pretty late when I did go to sleep."

"Then that was probably it," Jane answered, looking at her sister curiously over her cup as she took a sip of coffee. Something wasn't right, but Elizabeth didn't seem upset, so Jane decided not to bother her. "Mom called last night. She asked me to go over there this morning and help her go through some stuff in the attic."

"She has two daughters at home. Why does she need your help?" Elizabeth asked with evident irritation, already knowing the answer.

"Well, Kitty has a job, and Lydia's spending nearly every waking hour at the Gouldings' or the Lucases', unless, of course, she has a date." Jane's tone was explanatory, and not the least bit agitated.

Elizabeth got up to refill her coffee, then turned back to her sister and leaned against the counter. "You really need to tell her ‘no' sometime, Jane. She's using you, and you know it. But you still always give in."

"I don't mind, Lizzy," she held back a soft sigh before changing the subject. "So what plans do you have today?"

"I'm due to feed my roses, and I know Will has a conference call this morning. He isn't sure how long he'll have to work today, but we're hoping to get together sometime." She began gathering food to prepare her breakfast. "I'll probably just hang out here unless I need to run out somewhere."

"Sounds good." Jane looked at her watch. "I suppose I should get going."

"'kay, give my love to everyone, and don't let her work you too hard."

"Yes ma'am." Jane teased and walked out of the kitchen.

Elizabeth finished her breakfast and the paper, enjoying the peace and quiet. Looking outside, she saw Hamlet stretched out, sunning himself in the middle of the yard. Looks like a good idea.

A few minutes later, she walked out the back door with a bowl of kibble, a bottle of water and her notebook. She set down the bowl for the now eager dog, and went to sit on a chaise at the far end of the patio, which would be in the shade for some time. Glad for the nearby outlet, she plugged in her computer so she'd be able to turn the brightness all the way up on the screen.

As soon as she was comfortably reclined, she booted the notebook, logged in, and waited for the wireless connection. She then checked her email, before VPN'ing into the office to check on a few things. Content that her responsibilities had been addressed, she checked her fanfiction sites, and was pleased to see a story update by Flora. Elizabeth was not so pleased when she reached the end, and promptly added her comment: FIX THIS NOW!!!! I am prepared to catapult scones if necessary!

She was just starting to work on her story when she saw a little box pop up above the system tray: WillJDar (YAHOO) has signed on. She clicked on the notification before it disappeared, and a chat window opened.

Lizzy1011: Hi <3
WillJDar: Hi :-)
Lizzy1011: done call?
WillJDar: I love you.
WillJDar: No.
Lizzy1011: :-(
WillJDar: It looks to be a... oh
WillJDar: looks 2 b long day
Lizzy1011: :-( work
Lizzy1011: :-) txt

He did not answer, and it didn't even say he was typing a message.

Lizzy1011: Will?

About a minute later, the familiar WillJDar is typing a message. appeared on the status bar.

WillJDar: Sorry -- on call
Lizzy1011: KK
Lizzy1011: KK = OK
WillJDar: What R u up 2?
Lizzy1011: Sitting in the backyard with Hamlet
WillJDar: typing short text is weird
WillJDar: nice
Lizzy1011: yul get used to it, and it'll b faster n easier
Lizzy1011: so, long call?

While she waited for a response, Elizabeth adjusted her windows on the computer screen so that she could see when he posted a remark, and still work on her Word document.

WillJDar: yes
WillJDar: and things to look at after
Lizzy1011: :-(
Lizzy1011: dont worry about me then
WillJDar: not what I meant
WillJDar: I want to see you.
Lizzy1011: we canf igure out when ur done
WillJDar: not sure when that will b
Lizzy1011: if you feel like driving out here I could cook dinner
Lizzy1011: I've never cooked for you b4
WillJDar: We made omelets.
Lizzy1011: not the same
WillJDar: Don't put yourself out.
Lizzy1011: not a prob at all
WillJDar: I love you
Lizzy1011: I <3 u 2
WillJDar: <3 ?
Lizzy1011: sideways
WillJDar: :-)
WillJDar: wish I ws there not here
Lizzy1011: me too

Part way through their conversation, Elizabeth gave up trying to write, and began to think about what to make for dinner. She looked up a few of her favorite recipes and began working on her shopping list.

As the sun began to encroach upon her chaise, she decided it was time to go to the store. She quickly checked out Acme's website, thinking she had seen filet mignon on sale. Adding a few things, she printed out her shopping list.

Lizzy1011: think I'm going to run 2 the store
Lizzy1011: call me if u finish early
WillJDar: ok missing you already
Lizzy1011: love u
WillJDar: love u too

After she signed off, she took her computer inside and put it away, then checked her hair, made sure she had her money (paper and plastic) and her phone, and grabbed her list off the printer before heading out the door.

Elizabeth stopped at the State Store for a bottle of cognac, then went straight to the supermarket, finishing her shopping as efficiently as anyone could on a Saturday afternoon. She made the most of her time standing in line by reading a story update she had sent to her phone, certainly it was more interesting, and probably stimulated a few more brain cells, than scanning the scandal sheets.

Once she got home, Elizabeth kept busy, putting away the groceries and dividing her tenderloin before heading out to the backyard again.

This time, with her roses in the shade, she cut some flowers for the house and dead-headed the bushes before feeding and watering them.

Will hadn't called, so she presumed he was still busy. She considered it wasn't so great being the boss, though her job had times like this too. Elizabeth pouted to herself for a moment, then busied herself again.

She called Jane, who, upon hearing that Elizabeth was cooking for Will, opted to eat at their parents' house. "Save me some dessert though," she requested.

Unsure of timing, she prepared her chocolate mousse and set out everything for preparing the steaks later, then setting the outdoor grill on low, she threw on a couple of potatoes; there was no reason to heat the house up with the oven.

Elizabeth frowned. It was after four, and she still hadn't heard from Will. She checked her email and logged into Trillian, seeing no sign of him. Maybe I should call him. Staring at her phone she debated, then put it down. The man was busy, and calling would only delay him.

Everything was ready, so Elizabeth showered and put on fresh comfortable shorts. She then took her notebook and settled in the living room, where she could watch the front drive, waiting for Will.

After several frustrating hours of phone calls, research and providing guidance, Will logged off of his work computer and ran his hands through his hair. Some days he couldn't help think how he'd prefer to be a translator or editor rather than a CEO.

He looked at the clock on his desk: 4:10 PM. He was certain he'd kept Elizabeth waiting. Well, no more. I'm on my way, Liz.

Will practically ran to the bathroom for a quick shower, and threw on clothes just as quick. He was nearly out the door when he realized he had almost forgotten his cellphone. Running back to his office, he grabbed it and was immediately on the road.

At 5:05, he drove up Elizabeth's driveway, anxious to see her again, to feel her in his arms. He was not disappointed. The door opened as soon as he reached it, and once it was closed, she was precisely where he thought she most belonged.

Their lips met, still the sweet kisses of the night before, but how wonderful they were.

"You have just made my day, Elizabeth," he whispered a few moments later. He kissed her forehead once. "I have wanted nothing all day, but to see you."

"Me too." She snuggled closer.

When they finally broke apart, they discussed her dinner, and that it required no fixed schedule. She extracted a bottle of Rufus' Rosé from the fridge, and Will opened it and poured two glasses before they went to sit outside.

It was a perfect June evening, and they were content to sit together on the wicker sofa and snuggle, sipping their wine and talking. They spent nearly an hour thus, but when Will's stomach growled, Elizabeth giggled and said, "I think we need to feed you, Mr. Darcy. Let's go inside."

Will watched as Elizabeth put asparagus in the steamer and prepared the Steak au Poivre. She would not let him help, other than lighting the cognac. Fortunately, her recipe wasn't too complex, as he was more than happy to stand behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist when she was waiting for the next step.

When everything was ready, Will refilled their wineglasses and Elizabeth plated the food. They went back outside to eat, and afterwards they found themselves snuggled on the sofa again. Most of the evening was spent this way, talking or not talking, kissing or not kissing, simply enjoying the company and proximity.

They were only interrupted briefly when Jane arrived home, and they invited her to eat dessert with them. She did not readily comply, but when she finally gave in, the threesome enjoyed some light conversation. As soon as they finished, Jane insisted on taking their bowls inside, and was not seen again.

Eventually Will and Elizabeth realized it had to be rather late, and decided they should call it a night. Will looked exhausted, and Elizabeth tried to talk him into staying, but he assured her he was fine to drive home.

They walked hand in hand to the front door, and kissed good night, finding a bit more hunger in their kisses once again. When Liz couldn't fight a yawn, despite their engaging activity, Will laughed and pulled away. "You should get some sleep, my love."

She smiled shyly and agreed. "You too, my dear. Drive carefully and go straight to bed."

"Yes, ma'am." He laughed as he spoke and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Liz."

"I love you too, Will."

Their lips met for one last kiss before Will was compelled to depart.

This chapter is dedicated to one of my most loyal Sirius' Intentions fans, who has not been listening to her mom reading this because the canines do not play a big enough role. Hamlet and Hershey have much bigger parts in this chapter, and I hope "Catey" approves.

Thanks again and always to my support group: Amy, Ashley, Betsy, Linnea, Mary, Sophie, Susan, and as of this chapter, the wonderful JulieCoop!

Chapter 17

Posted on November 24, 2008

Elizabeth rose at her typical early hour on Sunday, and was already done with her breakfast when Jane appeared. They talked a little, but Elizabeth left soon after to check her email and get ready for church.

She and Jane were glad there was still an 8:30 service in the summer, as it fit their schedules much better than the 10:30. Elizabeth had no specific plans today, other than seeing Will at some point, but Jane was to go to the Art Museum with a friend.

As they drove home, Elizabeth thought about what she could do for the rest of the morning. She wasn't sure of Will's availability yet, but once focused on one idea, she decided to call him once they got home.

"Good morning, Liz," his deep, sexy voice answered.

"Hey Will," she replied softly. How she loved his voice! "I was wondering if you had anything in mind for today. It's been a while since I took Hamlet out for exercise, but I wanted to make sure I had the time... or to see if you and Hershey were interested in joining us."

"That sounds like a great idea. I haven't had him out for a good workout in a couple of weeks. Where do you want to go?" he inquired.

"Marsh Creek State Park has some great trails," she suggested. "I like to take him up there when I have time, but normally we just have a couple of favorite routes around here."

"The park sounds great. It'll be interesting to see how the dogs react to each other."

"Well, they should be familiar with the other's scent by now, so that may help, but I guess we'll have to see when we get them together."

"They'll probably be fine," Will said. "Hey, should I bring lunch? Maybe we can find a nice place for a picnic."

They talked a bit longer, detailing their plans and deciding exactly where they would meet an hour later.

Arriving at the park a little early, Elizabeth was surprised to see Will pull up almost as soon as she and Hamlet were out of the car. He was driving a black Jeep Wrangler, and Hershey sat with his head sticking out the passenger window. Hamlet immediately began thrashing her leg with his whip-like tail. As Will exited the vehicle, Hershey seemed no less excited.

Hamlet and Hershey met eagerly, touching muzzles for just a moment, before promptly beginning a more thorough examination of one another.

"Looks promising," Will said, eyeing the interaction.

"Yeah," answered Elizabeth. "I think they'll get on fine." She glanced back at the Jeep and pointed with her head. "He's got his own car?"

Will couldn't contain a smirk. "I guess you could say that. I don't like to take him in the Audi, and when I take the Jeep, he's usually with me."

"I haven't seen it before," she hinted, wondering how many vehicles Will had, and where he kept them all.

"My next door neighbor only has 3 cars, so he lets me keep it in his garage." He offered a small grin, but Elizabeth did not look appeased. "Well, the alternative is to leave on in the driveway or to have it garaged elsewhere."

She smiled a little, reminding herself to forget the differences in their finances. "Well, the boys look eager to get started. Shall we?"

Will smiled and nodded in agreement, and put on a large backpack Elizabeth hadn't noticed him holding. They joined hands and walked at an easy pace towards the nearest trail, loosening up for their trek.

Once on the path, they picked up their pace, allowing the dogs to lead the way. This only lasted a few minutes, however, for once the couple felt safe from prying eyes, they stopped, and Will pulled Elizabeth into his arms, kissing her soundly.

They did not remain thus for long, and soon untangled the restless dogs' leads and resumed their walk. At a steady, brisk pace, they reached Marsh Creek about half an hour later.

It seemed like a good place to stop, and the dogs appeared to agree. Hamlet lay down in the shade, and as soon as Will unhooked his lead, Hershey ran into the creek and began splashing around.

Will put down his backpack and took a drink of water before walking over to Elizabeth and pulling her into his arms. They kissed for a minute or two, then Will said, "This was a great idea, Liz. I love being outdoors, and away from work and everyone else." He kissed her quickly again.

"Me too. There's something cathartic about roaming in the woods." Elizabeth smiled up at him and snuggled closer.

Their comfort only lasted a few minutes, as they were suddenly hit by some water droplets as Hershey shook himself. They laughed it off, and retaining Elizabeth's hand, Will collected his backpack and they returned to the path.

They did not go much further, finding a quiet place at the lake's edge to eat their lunch. There was another couple picnicking nearby, but as the only way to the area was on foot, and it was not a formal picnic area, there was plenty of room.

Will and Elizabeth unrolled the blanket together, then sat down and got comfortable, relaxing in close company until the dogs lay down quietly together. Once it looked like they would nap, Will began handing Elizabeth food containers from the backpack, ending with a couple bottles of Hank's Black Cherry Soda.

Elizabeth was impressed with Maggie's lunch, and yes, while there was no tangible evidence -- even Will could have packed the sfogliatelle -- she could sense Maggie's touch.

Everything seemed perfect, Will, the dogs, the lunch; even the weather. She could not have asked for a nicer day; it was in the low eighties, and the sky was blue, with only a few floating, puffy cumulus clouds. Every once in a while, one or two people would walk or run along the path, a good 500 yards away, none seeming to pay any mind to the picnickers.

They ate lazily, and when they were done, threw a few scraps of chicken to the dogs and put all the containers away. With no other plans for the day, Will and Elizabeth lay side by side, talking, touching, and occasionally sharing sweet kisses.

Both were startled when Will's phone rang. He sat up and answered it, "Hi Georgie." Reaching for Elizabeth's hand, he pulled her so that she half-sat, resting against him.

"Hi Will," came his sister's sweet voice through the phone. "Everything's set for next weekend. I just emailed the info to you."

"Great, so what's up?" he inquired.

"Well... I was thinking... I don't have a dress for next Monday yet, and I don't have time to go looking now."

"Okay? Is there a reason you're telling me this?" Will asked, wearing a look of confusion as he met Elizabeth's curious gaze.

"Yeah, I was wondering if Elizabeth had a dress yet, or if I could coerce you into taking us shopping next Sunday," she suggested hopefully.

"I suppose..." he trailed off, fearing what he might be getting into. "Liz is right here, why don't you talk to her about it?" He held out the phone.

Elizabeth looked at him questioningly. She'd not seen that look on his face before. When he didn't answer, but waved the phone lightly, she reached up and took it.

"Georgie?"

"Hi Elizabeth... I... I'm sure Will told you I'm coming home for a week next weekend?" Georgie began, a bit unsure of herself.

"He's mentioned it. Said you were going to the benefit with us on Monday night," Elizabeth ventured.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to meeting you... Well, I'll probably meet you Saturday, but I was thinking. I was just suggesting to Will that he take us shopping on Sunday. That is, if you still need a dress, or if you just want to go." The younger woman sounded a bit timid.

"It sounds like a great plan," Elizabeth encouraged as she snuggled against Will more. "I look forward to meeting..."

At that moment a huge, sudden movement caught her eye as she felt the air displaced by the large dog that ran past.

"I've got to get Hamlet!" she exclaimed, handing the phone back to Will as in one movment, she stood and took off, running after her dog.

Will watched without speaking for a moment as Hamlet accosted a lone jogger, putting his front feet on the man's shoulders.

"Elizabeth? Will?" Georgiana's voice came from the phone.

"Sorry Georgie, we were having a picnic at Marsh Creek, and Liz's dog just took off." Will answered somewhat distractedly as he watched Elizabeth grab Hamlet's leash and pull him down. He wasn't surprised to see her talking to the man, but when Will saw her hug him, well, at least he remembered the phone. "I have to go, Georgie, I'll call you later." He was on his feet in an instant, walking towards Elizabeth. Stay calm. Stay calm. You don't know who it is. Stay calm.

He tried to make his approach more casual as he got closer, and only then noticed Hershey trailing him, dragging his leash. Will forced himself to pause and pick it up. Be calm.

"Will!" Elizabeth smiled, holding out her arm and greeting him warmly. When he took her hand, she pulled him close. "Will Darcy," she said, her beautiful eyes gazing up at him. "I'd like you to meet Chris Brennan." Then turning to look at the other man, she continued, "Chris, this is Will Darcy."

She smiled up at Will again. "Chris is an old friend. He gave Hamlet to me, and that would be why the big lug took off so suddenly. It's been a while since we've seen each other."

The men shook hands, and Will tried hard not to seem wary or nervous as he offered a polite, "Nice to meet you."

They all spoke pleasantly for a few minutes, before Chris suggested he should be going.

"Sorry about the lug again, Chris." Elizabeth glanced down at the dog laying at her feet. "It was good to see you though."

"It's fine, Lizzy-bit. You know he'll never bother me, I'm happy to see him, and you." He looked up from her to Will. "It was good to meet you Will. Take good care of Lizzy here."

Will nodded.

Chris then bent down to pet the Great Dane's big head. "You behave for Lizzy, you goofy boy." He then stepped away a couple of steps, and smiled at Elizabeth. "I really do have to run. Say ‘hi' to Janey for me."

"I will." Elizabeth replied with a smile and wave as Chris began to run down the path again.

Will clenched and unclenched his free hand, not knowing exactly how to act. Chris didn't seem like someone he should be jealous of, but he was. In a perfect world, no other man would ever touch his Elizabeth. My Elizabeth? He liked that, but right now...

Elizabeth noticed Darcy's grip on her hand and his overall stiffness. "Will?" She reached up with her free hand and touched his cheek, bringing his attention back to her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Will tried to force a smile. There was nothing else he could do. "Who's Chris?"

Elizabeth smiled broadly. Will was jealous; and her heart could not help reaching out to him. "Chris is Jane's ex. He gave Hamlet to me when Jane moved out of our old apartment and into the house with him. He didn't like my living alone, and believe it or not, Great Danes make wonderful apartment dogs.

"Anyhow, things didn't work out; they found out they couldn't live together, and I bought out what he had paid into the house." Elizabeth reached down and picked up Hamlet's leash from where it had been under her foot, then began to lead Will back to their blanket.

"He and Jane... lived in your house." Will spoke slowly.

"Yes, it's a long story, but they broke up, and he moved out. Since he's been gone, they've talked a few times; he's really a nice guy. I guess they just weren't meant to be... I don't think I've seen him since we transferred title."

Will seemed to relax with this news. "He did seem okay," he said quietly.

"So, what happened with Georgie?" Elizabeth changed the subject.

"Oh." A bit of color infused Will's face. "I hung up on her." He grabbed his phone and called her back, but it went straight to voice mail. "Georgie, sorry to have hung up, Liz's dog ran off and we had a little excitement. All is well. Call me back."

Elizabeth began rolling up the picnic blanket while Will left the message, and they made sure they'd cleaned up everything they brought.

Will shouldered the backpack and grabbed Hershey's leash before reaching for Elizabeth's free hand. He smiled at her. "I love you, Liz."

"I love you too, Will," she replied, accepting his hand.

They left, reversing their trek along the same path, and only stopping for a few minutes to kiss in the woods.

When they arrived at the parking lot, Will and Elizabeth looked questioningly at each other, only then realizing they had not discussed the remainder of the day.

"I live closer," Elizabeth stated.

"I should cook tonight," Will replied quietly.

Both just stood there for a moment before they began to compare their options. After a few minutes, they decided both would drive to Will's house, with no plans other than being together.

Chapter 18

Posted on November 28, 2008

The week started off well. The trains were on time, and Will and Elizabeth sat holding hands and talking to each other, while Jane and Charlie talked to one another, remaining mutually oblivious.

At lunch on Monday, Will and Elizabeth perused some of the shops on Chestnut and picked up sandwiches at Jimmy John's. Tuesday they ate at La Scala's at the Comcast Center. They spent as much time together as possible, and both were very happy.

Will's usually erect carriage was even tighter as he boarded the train on Wednesday morning, and Elizabeth noticed right away; that and the firm wrinkle on his brow. She tried to inquire, but he would tell her nothing more than that there was a problem on a major project, the one that had taken so much of his time on Saturday. She held his hand and rested her head on his shoulder, and they hardly spoke further.

Will did little but think and occasionally toy with Elizabeth's fingers. He only allowed her hand freedom as they rose from their seats, grasping it again as they stood in the aisle. They exited and walked across the platform together, and when they reached the top of the escalator, he squeezed her hand and whispered, "I love you," in her ear, and was gone before she could reply.

Elizabeth wondered about Will's odd behavior as she and Jane walked to their office, and any time she had that morning when she was not completely focused on work.

She got her first chance to sit at her own desk for a more than a few minutes a little after 11. As she answered a few stray IM's and read through her email, it struck her. There was nothing from Will. Every day for the past two and a half weeks, there had been a phone call, text message or email by this time of day.

With a deep frown, she tapped her fingers the receiver of her desk phone. Finally deciding a text message would be the most expedient and least intrusive way to contact him, she unholstered her cell and began pushing buttons:

Hope all ok. Love you --L

She tried returning her thoughts to her computers, but Will's silence nagged her every chance it could. When her desk phone rang a little after one, she jumped; though the double ring told her without looking, that it was someone in the office. She sighed and glanced at the display before pressing the speaker button. "Hi Jane."

The sisters grabbed lunch left over from a meeting, and settled into Elizabeth's office to eat. They talked about work: Jane's current marketing project and a new financial analysis program Elizabeth was researching, along with - just a little - interoffice gossip.

Elizabeth thought she was covering her nerves well; there was really no reason for them after all. Will had just been too busy to message her.

Jane, however, saw right through her façade. She had watched her sister as they ate and talked, and knew something was amiss. "Is everything okay, Lizzy?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've just been thinking about something; probably more than I should. You know how I do that sometimes." She tried very hard to sound casual.

"Okay, sis. I have a meeting for the rest of the afternoon, but if you need me for anything, just send me a text." She then gave Elizabeth a quick hug before she opened the door and left.

Elizabeth was sitting on the floor of the computer room unpacking a new server an hour later when her phone finally vibrated with a new text message:

Problem big. Going to site. Will call when I have details. Love --W

She frowned at her Blackberry. Not terribly surprising, I suppose. Will never talked about work much, so now that it seemed to be consuming him, he was scarcely communicating at all. There was nothing she could do though, so she went back to her boxes.

Despite a couple of interruptions, Elizabeth's new server was setup and on the domain before Will finally called at 4:30.

"Liz, I'm so sorry. I've been in meetings and on conference calls all day. Please tell me you can stay and go to dinner with me." His voice was desperate.

"Sure, I'll have dinner with you," she replied calmly, while she longed to hear a better explanation.

"Thank you, Elizabeth." He took a breath. "I have to catch a 6:45 flight tomorrow morning, and I'm not even sure I'll get back on Friday night. And with Georgie coming in Saturday morning... Everything's happening at once."

Elizabeth had never heard such stress in his voice. She had to be the calming factor regardless of her own uncertainies. "I'm sure it will all work out, Will. When and where do you want to meet?"

"Can you come here in about an hour? The guard will let you up."

A little confused, as she had never been up to his office before, she agreed.

"That's great, Liz. Thanks. I love you..." and he was gone.

At exactly 5:30, Elizabeth approached the guard desk in Will's building. "Can I help you, ma'am?" the young man behind the desk offered.

"Yes. I'm Elizabeth Bennet. I am here to see..."

"Oh, we've been expecting you." He picked up a visitor's sticker from his desk, already bearing her name, and handed it to her. "If you will follow me, ma'am." The guard walked around the desk and led her to an elevator bank. They waited a moment as several people filed out of a car, and when it was empty, he directed her on. He then reached inside, pressed 31 and waved his Prox Card by the sensor. "Push the intercom button by the door, and Joanne will let you in."

Elizabeth stepped off the elevator and walked towards the dark double doors, and pressed the intercom button by the access card reader.

"Hello?" came a female voice from the speaker.

"Hi, I'm Elizabeth Bennet." She heard the door buzz and unlock before the woman answered.

"Start down the hallway to the right, and I'll meet you," directed the voice.

She did as instructed, taking in the dark wood and fine appointments in the lobby and along the hall. A moment later, she saw a tall, trim older woman walking towards her.

"Hi, I'm Joanne. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Bennet." She smiled warmly and offered her hand, which Elizabeth shook, before leading Elizabeth into an open area with three large desks, each beside a large, oak door. "Will's on the phone, but he said for me to show you in." She led Elizabeth to one of the doors, and rapped lightly before opening it.

Elizabeth stepped into the large, corner office, scarcely noticing the furniture, fixtures or the large windows overlooking City Hall. Her attention was immediately drawn to the man at the immense desk. While he was still impeccably dressed -- he had not even loosened his tie -- his position and mussed hair suggested he'd been leaning over his desk, digging his fingers into his scalp. Still, as soon as they made eye contact, she saw him smile.

There was a man's voice on the speakerphone, and Will held up his index finger as if implying ‘just a minute,' then turned his hand and curled his fingers, inviting her nearer as he stood.

She walked over to his desk, and around it, and as soon as she was within his reach, Will slipped her computer bag from her shoulder, and quietly laid it on his desk. She had just fallen into his arms and been pulled into a snug embrace when the phone stopped talking.

"What about the converter?" Will spoke clearly before resting his cheek on top of Elizabeth's head.

The man on the phone began his soliloquy again, while Will and Elizabeth held each other. When he stopped again, Will said, "Sounds good, Jay. Work it up and send me an email tonight. You'll have my reply by the time you get started tomorrow morning, and I should be there at 11."

"All right. Thank you, Mr. Darcy. Good night."

"Good night, Jay." Will let go of Elizabeth long enough to push the speaker button, then promptly secured her within his arms once again. "This is all I've wanted all day," he murmured.

"Me too." She hadn't given her reply any thought, but she knew it was true.

A moment later, their lips met, engaging softly at first; but in no time, stress relief, or hunger and desire, led the way to much more impassioned kisses. His hand slipped down her back, and groped her buttock, and a thrill ran through him when she responded in kind.

An "Oh Will" escaped her with such a warm, yearning tone. Will wanted her desperately. Even were she willing though, this was neither the time nor place, and Will knew he had to cool his ardor. He slowed their kisses and loosened his hold upon her.

"I love you," he whispered as he softly kissed behind her ear. "I am going to hate not seeing you."

"Hmm?" Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at him, confused.

"This trip," he said, pulling back completely, but grasping her hands. He led her over to the sofa, and helped her sit, before settling beside her. "Did you realize we have seen each other every day since we met?"

Elizabeth nodded. "I know. There's been no reason for us to not be together, and certainly no wish to be apart." She smiled shyly, looking through her lashes into his eyes.

Will leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss. "I certainly don't want to go away, but we can't afford to lose this customer, so I have to go salvage this job." He frowned. "I'm going to miss you."

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Hilton Head."

"The golf resort?" She tilted her head.

"Yes." A small, ironic chuckle escaped him. "I can't even say I won't see any golf courses; we're working at one. But I sincerely doubt I'll have time to even touch a club." The corner of his mouth turned up for a moment. "But maybe we could go down sometime when the project is done. Do you play?"

"Very little. I've been to the driving range and 3-par a few times, but I've never played a course with water hazards and such. I'd probably embarrass myself if I tried."

"I'd be happy to take you out someday if you're really interested." He kissed her again. "But right now, as much as I like having you here, to myself, we should probably get something to eat."

"Probably," she answered, but scooted closer to Will, and found his lips with hers. They finally left to eat at Tír na nÓg half an hour later.

Will was rather quiet as they ate, but tried to be attentive when Elizabeth would start a topic. More than anything, they were simply together, usually holding hands. They caught the 8:15 train at Suburban Station, and settled in for the long ride, stopping at each and every station as the train ambled westward.

Elizabeth rested her head on Will's shoulder and snuggled against him. "So you're hoping to get home Friday evening?"

After glancing around the train car containing only about twelve others, he slipped his arm around Elizabeth and answered. "Yes, but not until nearly ten. Then I have to be back at the airport at 6AM Saturday to pick up Georgie. I'd love to see you though..."

"Let's see what time you get home. Maybe we can work something out then." She looked up sweetly, and despite the other people about, he could not resist placing a kiss on her forehead.

They remained nestled comfortably until Will had to prepare to disembark. He held her hand tightly as he said in a low voice, "I do not want to go, Elizabeth."

She looked at him sadly. "I know, Will. I love you so much."

"I love you too." He sighed. The train was stopping. He squeezed her hand before letting go, then turned and walked briskly to the door.

Will remained on the platform as the train pulled out, and raised his hand in a small wave; an image Elizabeth would hold onto until she saw him again.

Because one of my support group was impressed by the security around Will, and how easily Elizabeth accepted it, I realized that not everyone is familiar with urban high-rises in 2008. I know that in 1998, when I was at Aramark, we had free access to the elevators, but had to either have an access card (that worked for that area), or get access to a floor via receptionist (if there was one on that floor) or using the intercom to call and have someone open the door. Another Philadelphia office where I consulted, I had free access to the building prior to 9/11, but afterwards, I was listed as a regular guest for that office and had to stop at the security desk for them to allow me beyond and to access the floor in the elevator. Each building is a little different, but essentially the concept is really quite normal for people who work in the city.

Chapter 19

Posted on December 1, 2008

Will packed and answered his email before turning in Wednesday night around 11:30, so when he rose a mere five hours later, he had only to shower, shave, dress and slip his Ziplock bag and shaver into the outside pocket of his garment bag.

He made good time to the airport, and was glad, as the security line grew quickly behind him. While he was used to it, he hated this routine, standing in line with his garment bag in one hand, his attaché, boarding pass and driver's license in the other. He couldn't read the paper or make any effective use of the time.

As he reached the front, he heaved a sigh of relief, and carefully placed his upside-down computer, toiletries, shoes and phone in one bin. Going through with no issues, he slid the notebook into its padded compartment and set the plastic bag atop before grabbing the garment bag and attaché in one hand and taking his wingtips in the other; then walked in his stocking feet to the nearest available seat.

Re-shod, he stopped to buy the newspapers he'd left too early to receive at home, then made his way to the gate to wait. Once situated, he would normally peruse the Journal, but this morning, his mind couldn't focus on the paper. He looked at his watch; it would still be a good twenty minutes before they even began boarding.

Elizabeth would certainly be up by now, but probably busy getting ready, and he didn't want to interrupt her morning routine or make her late for the train. He hoped he'd have time to talk to her during his layover. I'll make time.

He allowed his mind to wander for a minute or two -- if such an intense focus on one person could be considered ‘wandering' -- then inspiration struck. Joanne would know who to call, but she wouldn't be in yet, and he doubted any shops would be open anyhow. Well, there's always Google. he thought as he pulled out his notebook.

Elizabeth had just gotten up from the kitchen table, when her phone vibrated. She hoped it wasn't work, and smiled when she noticed the sender.

On plane. Have to turn off phone soon. Will call when I land in Charlotte about 8:26. Love --W

She leaned against the counter and entered a quick reply, unsure if he'd receive it, then washed her plate and coffee cup. "Five minutes!" she yelled upstairs to Jane, before making sure she had everything she needed to take to work.

On the train a short time later, she opened the copy of Marley & Me a coworker friend had lent her. As promised, it was turning out to be an easy read, probably a good thing with her level of distraction this morning. When the train stopped in Paoli, she could not help herself, and watched the people boarding, feeling disappointed by Will's absence; and when some other man sat beside her, she was sure she felt her heart sink. You are acting like such a fool, Elizabeth! Get a hold of yourself! she admonished.

Once at work, she tried to settle into her office, hoping nothing major would pull her away in the next half hour. She'd hate to be at a user's desk when he called. In this she was fortunate, as her Blackberry began its familiar ringtone while she was installing software on her new server from her own workstation.

They talked of about the weather in each city and other mundane things. He was in Charlotte, and called while waiting to disembark the plane. He was using his Bluetooth headset, so he'd be able to talk while he walked over to the gate for his connection, but once there, he'd check in with work, and the project would take over. More than anything else, they reassured each other of their love and shared misery in this forced separation. After finding a seat at his gate, they said their goodbyes, with Will promising to call Elizabeth that night, if not sooner.

Elizabeth set a long install running and went to check out a problem with a video conferencing system in one of the conference rooms. She kept busy and mostly focused throughout the morning, and was sitting with a user, training her on some of the analysis functions in Excel, when she received a text message from the office's main number.

Interesting delivery for you at front desk. Pls come pick up. Peggy

She wrapped up the lesson and headed for the front desk. She was shocked by the large vase of red roses that sat upon the shelf at the front of the desk.

"You must have some admirer, Lizzy," teased the receptionist. "Everyone that's come by has asked about them."

Elizabeth blushed, but evaded the question. "Thanks, Peggy. I'm pretty sure they are from someone very special." She then took the flowers and walked the shortest route back to her office. She passed a couple of guys, but one just said, "Nice roses," and smiled as she went by.

In the safety of her office, she opened the card.

6:20 AM Googled these for you. Miss you already. Love Will.

She could not restrain her smile or the tears that welled in her eyes as she looked at the beautiful arrangement. How could she not love Will Darcy? He'd be at his site by now, and fully entrenched in his work. A text message would have to do.

Got the roses. They're beautiful. Miss you too. Love --L

Noticing the time, she called Jane, and they picked up leftover sandwiches in the kitchen and returned to Elizabeth's office.

Jane's jaw dropped when she walked in the door. "Will?"

Elizabeth laughed. "Do you really have to ask?"

"No, not really. They're gorgeous." The sisters went on to talk of other things while they ate, and a half hour or so later, Jane left and Elizabeth sent an email to Will before going back to work.

Will saw the Outlook notice of a new message appear briefly on his computer as he sat at the conference table:

Elizabeth Bennet
Thank You
The roses were completely unnecessary, but thank you! I loved them.

He tried to fight the corner of his lips rising. The subject matter at hand was far from happy; and no matter how much he wanted to open the message, he had to suppress his emotions and focus his attention on the meeting.

Discussion continued for a good hour and a half before a break was finally called. Will immediately pulled his notebook to him and opened his Outlook. There were a couple of messages from his secretary and a few regular reports, but amidst them was Elizabeth's email.

From: ebennet@cblinvestments.com
To: fdarcy@darcy.com
Subject: Thank You

Love,
Lizzy

Will glanced around quickly, then opened the first attachment. As promised, there sat a photo of a vase containing two dozen dark red roses on a semi-cluttered desk. The next picture, however, was taken from the other side, and there, leaning on the desk, looking like she was smelling the roses and blushing becomingly was his Elizabeth. He right clicked on the image and let his pointer hover over Set as Desktop Background. It was tempting, but too many people would see his computer, and that picture was his. He stared at it for a minute, trying to burn the image in his mind, then closed Picture Manager and skimmed the remainder of his messages.

Though he had hoped otherwise, he did not enter his hotel suite until after 9PM. A hot shower or a few minutes in the whirlpool sounded so tempting, but there was one thing he wanted more, and moments after closing the door behind him, he called Elizabeth. He laughed as she told him about all of the people who dropped by her office that afternoon with easy questions, and her suppositions about the traffic at Jane's office as well.

They talked for well over an hour before Will lay down on the bed. It was only supposed to be for a minute, but her voice was so sweet, so soothing...

"What do you think, Will?" Elizabeth waited a moment for his answer. "Will?" The line was quiet, but apparently still connected. Then she heard it, a soft snore. A small smile played up on her face. She could forgive him, knowing how exhausted he was. "I love you, Will," she said clearly. "Good night."

Most of Friday transpired as expected. Will and Elizabeth both worked, exchanging texts when they could.

When Elizabeth's phone rang with Will's familiar ringtone, she grinned, until she saw the display showed his office number. "Will?" she answered.

"No, sorry, Miss Bennet. This is Joanne Atwood, Will's secretary. He asked me to call you."

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes, he's just been held up in meetings. He wanted me to let you know he won't make his intended flight. He should now arrive at PHL at 11:49, and will spend the night at the Airport Marriott. He'll call you from Hilton Head Airport when he gets there."

"Oh." Elizabeth was disappointed. "Thank you," she said quietly.

After hanging up, Elizabeth sat at her desk, frowning at her roses. She had considered going over to Will's house when he got home, even if only for an hour. Now that was impossible.

As promised, Will did call her about 7:20 from the airport. The problem had been resolved and the contract saved. He was tired and eager to be home. He called her again from Charlotte, and briefly while he walked through the Philadelphia terminal towards the hotel, assuring her of his safe arrival and encouraging her to come over to his house as early as she wanted on Saturday.

"Get some sleep, Will. I love you," Elizabeth said as he told her he had reached the hotel lobby.

"I will. You too, my love. I'll see you tomorrow," he answered, hiding a small sigh as he pressed the end call button.

Chapter 20

Posted on December 4, 2008

Will could hear the alarm clock buzzing, but didn't want to move. Elizabeth snuggled closer and mumbled, "Too early. Turn it off." He resisted for a moment before turning and fumbling with the buttons on the clock. Darn hotel rooms! He turned back, and she was gone!

He rubbed his face and sat up. How he wished to one day wake up with the real Elizabeth, and not a dream. Oh well, he was awake now, and he had to get up.

Before even going to the bathroom, he stumbled to the desk where his computer sat and clicked the Refresh button on the browser. It took a moment to focus. Arriving at 5:42. Why are only eastbound redeyes early?

He showered and dressed quickly, then stowed the few unpacked items before leaving his room. From the lobby, he walked through the Terminal B baggage claim area to catch a Wally Park shuttle bus to his car. He had scarcely been settled on the otherwise empty bus when his phone rang. "Georgie," he answered.

"We're on the ground, still taxiing to the terminal though," his sister informed him.

"Did you check luggage?"

"We'll be here a week. Of course we checked luggage!" she replied as though it was a very stupid question.

"I'm on my way to the car, so it'll probably be about perfect. Call me when you're ready if you don't hear from me first."

He waited patiently while the couple that had been picked up at Terminal E was dropped at their car -- it was closer to the entrance, after all. When the bus reached the area where he had parked, he looked for his car and pointed it out to the driver.

It only seemed to take a moment for him to get behind the wheel and on his way, stopping only long enough to pay his parking fees as he exited. When he pulled into the airport driveway a minute later, he called Georgiana's cell. "How's it going?" he asked when she answered.

"I'm waiting for one more bag. I'll send Ryan out, and you guys can load the car," she suggested.

"Okay, see you in a few."

As he approached the loading area outside Terminal B, he recognized a young, tall, neat, brown-haired man with a full SmarteCarte, and pulled to the curb near him, popping the trunk as he parked.

"Hello, Will," greeted the young man.

"Good morning, Ryan. Let's get this stuff in the car." Both men lifted the heavy cases into the trunk. Ryan was putting his trombone case in the back seat when Georgiana seemed to appear from nowhere.

"Will!" she exclaimed, making him start.

"Georgie, you look great." Will hugged his sister and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "How was your flight?"

"Slept straight through; you know me." She placed her large shoulder bag in the trunk, then slid into the back seat as the men climbed into the front.

They drove straight to the house, with Georgiana the only one who seemed awake enough to attempt conversation, and that was mostly about her flight or trying to learn more about Will's trip.

The moment Will put the car in park, Georgiana was out, and she was in the house before he removed the key from the ignition.

He released the trunk and took his attaché from the back seat and his garment bag and his sister's shoulder bag from the trunk before leading Ryan to the door.

Will was not surprised -- though Ryan seemed to be -- to find Georgiana practically lying on the hall floor, hugging and wrestling with Hershey while he licked her face happily.

"I see how things are now," Will teased. "My hug wasn't nearly that affectionate!" He tried to effect a look of dejection.

"Yeah! Well, your greeting wasn't half as eager and warm either; so I guess we know who really missed me." She grinned teasingly.

"Just don't forget, he and I aren't the only ones that live here." Will retorted.

Seeing the direction of his gaze, she tilted her head all the way and a huge grin overtook her face as she stretched out a bright, "Good morning, Mrs. R!"

Everyone laughed, and Will set down his garment bag to give her a hand up.

Georgiana hugged Maggie. "Do I have time to freshen up before breakfast?" she asked, and with Maggie's assurances, she took her bag from Will. "Where is Ryan staying? You're not banishing him to the basement, are you?"

"Of course not." Will glanced at Maggie. "He's in the room across from yours."

"Thanks, Will." She kissed his cheek before grabbing her boyfriend's hand and leading him upstairs to the pair of bedrooms beside the master suite.

Will chatted with Maggie for a couple of minutes, then followed his sister's lead, and went to his room to better prepare for the remainder of the day.

A half hour later, the entire party reconvened in the kitchen for breakfast. "You have outdone yourself, Mrs. R," Georgiana said as she looked at the spread of pancakes, sausage, eggs and biscuits. "I love coming home." She hugged the older woman before sitting down.

The group of four had only been seated for a few minutes, and Will had just taken a bite of pancakes, when Georgiana asked, "So, when do I get to meet Elizabeth?"

Will almost choked at the surprise, but as he swallowed, a smile spread across his face. "I asked her to come over whenever she wanted."

"Maybe you should call her after breakfast to find out when precisely that will be." She wore a big, challenging grin.

"Perhaps I will," he replied; and after answering several more questions as they ate, he excused himself to do exactly that.

"Morning, Will," Elizabeth answered, her voice warm and sweet. "You made it home?"

"Yes. Home and breakfasted, and Georgie wants to know how soon she gets to meet you." His voice dropped significantly. "I want to know how soon I'll see you..."

Elizabeth laughed. "I've missed you too. I'll be there in an hour."

They talked for a few minutes before saying goodbye. When Will hung up, he realized Georgiana was playing the piano. He followed the music, and stood in the doorway, listening until she finished the piece.

"I love this instrument." She slid her fingertips along the polished wood. "It's one of the best things about coming home." She looked up at Will, and with a glint in her eye, added, "And seeing you, of course."

"Of course," he replied dryly.

"So... When's she going to be here?" Georgiana asked eagerly.

"She said it would be about an hour."

"Would it bother you too much if Ryan and I practiced in here until then?"

Will thought for a moment, considering the sounds of a trombone playing in his peaceful home, but there weren't a lot of options. "No, that's fine. I'll go work in my study until Elizabeth gets here."

He read and answered a few emails, always with an eye on the clock. When forty-five minutes had passed after hanging up with Elizabeth, he began to anticipate her arrival. If she arrived while Georgiana and Ryan were still busy, he might be able to spirit her away for some private moments. Glancing at the clock again, he left his study to sit by the front window.

He smiled when he saw Elizabeth's car turn into the driveway. Music was still coming from the back of the house, so he quickly moved to greet her at the door. Immediately grasping her hand, he silently led her to study, looking back to meet eyes a few times along the way.

Restraint, he reminded himself. If not for Elizabeth's innocence and Georgiana's presence, oh how he wanted to show her how much he had longed for her.

He pulled her into the room and closed the door behind them before drawing her snugly into his arms. For a minute, they just stood there, neither moving, not speaking a word. Finally Will lowered his head and kissed Elizabeth's hair. "I can't tell you how I've missed you, Elizabeth," he whispered with almost a growl. "I love you."

She tilted her face upwards and met his lips with hers, setting off a series of light kisses. Pulling back slightly, she met his eyes. "I love you too, Fitzwilliam." The ‘m' dragged into a broad smile; but she was unable to retain it long as her lips were seized and engaged.

A very short time later -- at least it seemed too soon -- they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Chapter 21

Posted on December 8, 2008

"There's a silver Audi in the driveway, Will. Is Elizabeth here?" Georgiana asked through the door.

Will offered Elizabeth a small, apologetic smile and released his embrace. "Yes, she's here. We didn't want to interrupt your practice." He took Elizabeth's hand and walked towards the door. Glancing at her, he could see her lips were swollen, but not much. "You look beautiful," he whispered.

She smiled, her cheeks flushing a bit more, and he found her even more desirable. Evil little sister!

He opened the door, still holding Elizabeth's hand, and stepped back enough for Georgiana to enter.

Both women smiled shyly at each other as Will made the introductions. It took a moment, but Elizabeth recovered first. She held out her free hand to Georgiana. "I'm so glad to finally meet you. Will talks about you all the time."

Georgiana accepted her hand, and glanced quickly at her other, securely entwined with her brother's, but retained the shy smile. "He's mentioned you a lot lately too." A little color infused her cheeks now. "I've been eager to meet you."

"Me too. I heard you playing when I came in, and a trombone. It sounded great." Elizabeth smiled.

"That was Ryan. He's amazing. I'm not nearly as talented as he is." Georgiana's eyes darted to the carpet.

"Well, the videos I've seen of you are quite impressive. My ability, if I dare call it that, pales in comparison, for I could never be prevailed upon to practice." Elizabeth grinned and Georgiana laughed.

"Your video library is incredible," Elizabeth continued. "Will said you did most of it yourself."

"It was a big project," Georgiana answered proudly, "but I'm so glad I did it. I like to refer back to them sometimes; and I've been known to show them to some of the students I tutor. Has Will forced you to sit through many of them?"

"He's shown me a few more than when we were on the phone, but it was anything but forced."

Georgiana's grin turned wicked. "Has he shown you any of his?"

Elizabeth turned to look at Will while he feigned innocence.

"We've got his piano recitals too, and tons of hockey," Georgiana added.

Before Elizabeth could answer, Will asked, "Where's Ryan? Haven't we been ignoring him a bit long?"

"He's at the piano, working on a piece he's been composing. That's why I came looking for you in the first place." Georgiana turned back to Elizabeth. "So I take it he hasn't shown you any."

Elizabeth laughed. "No, I'll have to convince him to sometime." She squeezed Will's hand that still held hers.

"Sometime, yes," interjected Will, "but perhaps now we should check on Ryan and maybe sit out back."

Elizabeth looked up at Will, realizing how uncomfortable he was, having been put on the spot. "Sounds good."

Will let Georgiana lead the way, so he and Elizabeth could follow, holding hands. "Thank you," he whispered.

"It's only a temporary reprieve." She grinned up slyly, but after a moment, her expression softened. "I have younger sisters too."

"I never expected it of Georgie though," he grumbled.

"She's never embarrassed you?"

"Not intentionally... as far as I know."

"Well, I'll take it as a good sign that she seemed comfortable enough to tease you so. I expected her to be shier.

"So did I."

Elizabeth squeezed his hand as they stopped at the door of the music room. Georgiana was inside, speaking with Ryan as he rose from the piano bench.

Will handled the introductions, and then led the group to the backyard. Georgiana and Ryan quickly seated themselves on the bench glider, so Will and Elizabeth settled into comfortable, but separate chairs across from them.

They all sat quietly for a minute before Elizabeth asked Georgiana about living in Southern California. The two women started off well enough, and Ryan soon joined in, having grown up near Los Angeles.

"Have you ever been to L.A., Elizabeth?" Georgiana asked.

"No. My family mostly kept our travels to the east coast. We went to Walt Disney World a couple of times, and up to Boston, but with five of us girls, big vacations were a rarity."

"Five girls?" Ryan asked, so Elizabeth spoke a little of her sisters before steering the conversation back to its origin.

"I've travelled a little since I've been on my own, but the farthest west I've made it was Las Vegas a few years ago for the Interop convention. I had hoped to meet some online friends in Phoenix a couple of months ago, but there was no way I could make it the same weekend everyone else could."

"We'll have to find an excuse to get you out to L.A. then," Georgiana volunteered. "If nothing else, Will comes out to check on me every couple of months, though I suppose I'll be back here before that. Then again, he has shown up unannounced a couple of times."

Elizabeth looked at Will with a raised eyebrow, but he didn't notice as his blushing countenance was directed imploringly at his sister.

The scene was conveniently interrupted by the arrival of Maggie with a pitcher of lemonade and a tray of lemon cookies. With a little encouragement, she was convinced to join them, and though Will seemed to observe more than talk, everyone seemed to get on well.

Maggie asked Georgiana and Ryan about their summer classes and other activities out in California, and listened with great interest. She remained for nearly an hour before excusing herself to make lunch, and rejecting Georgiana and Elizabeth's offers to help.

After lunch, Georgiana insisted on taking Ryan for a walk up the hill to stretch their legs and to look out over the valley from the top of the cul-de-sac, and coincidentally providing Will and Elizabeth a few minutes alone. They quickly changed into their swimsuits and met in the hot tub, snuggling in the warm water. They kissed for a while, but were aware that they could be interrupted soon, so for the most part, they just enjoyed being together in close proximity.

Soon enough, Georgiana and Ryan returned, though they opted to go swimming. "So, how did you like the view, Ryan?" Will called over to him.

"It's great. We don't usually get such clear days in California unless the Santa Ana's are blowing," the younger man replied.

Will looked up at the blue sky. "I've noticed that. It's not always clear here, especially closer to the city, but I don't think I could give this up to live out there, even if there is no ice and the summers are less humid."

"Me either," added Elizabeth. "A couple of weeks ago, Will and I sat in my backyard looking at the stars." She squeezed Will's hand, sharing a secret memory. "I don't think I'd want to live where I can't do that."

"I love both places," Georgiana opined. "I'm glad I don't have to make a choice anytime soon."

Will and Elizabeth eventually moved to the pool and swam a few laps before getting out. Glancing over at his sister and her boyfriend, Will was glad to see they were lying in the sun and paying no attention to them. He and Elizabeth walked over to a pair of chaises nearer the hot tub, where they had left their towels, and he handed Elizabeth hers before taking his to begin drying himself. Try as he might, he couldn't help stealing glimpses of her toweling off, and he bit his lip when she pulled a bottle of sunscreen from her bag.

Elizabeth squeezed some lotion into her hand and held out the bottle. "I don't see that you brought any out, do you need some?"

"Sure. Thanks," he nearly stuttered as he accepted the bottle. He tried not to be obvious as he watched her rub the sunscreen into her toned calves, and up to her thighs, little noticing that she was watching his motions as well. As he saw her rubbing her shoulders, he found it strange he had to gather his courage. "Can I get your back for you?" He hoped his voice hadn't wavered.

It was Elizabeth's turn to bite her lip. "Only if you let me return the favor." She turned on her chaise so her back was to Will, and tried not to tense up with nervousness; there was no need for it after all, she tried to remind herself.

The sensation that flowed through her body when she felt his hands on her shoulders nearly caused her to start. She felt compelled to look towards the others, and was relieved to see they seemed oblivious to everything. Relaxing and leaning back some into his hands, she nearly felt light headed. Though the process was the same, this was certainly nothing like having Jane apply sunscreen to her back.

All too soon, she felt his hands stop on her shoulders, and felt his breath by her ear. "I love you, Elizabeth," he whispered.

"I love you too," she responded, knowing her face was flushed, afraid to look up at Will. "Your turn." She held up her hand without looking up, and didn't move until she felt the bottle in her hand and heard him move, hopefully turning away from her. When she did, she found herself looking closely at Will's well tanned, muscular back.

She took a deep breath and tried not to gasp, and closed her eyes for a moment. "Liz?" she heard him ask.

"Sorry, Will," she whispered and squeezed some lotion in her hand. She dropped the bottle in her lap and rubbed her palms together before poising them over his shoulders. With another quick breath, her hands rested on them.

Grateful that Will could not see her, she began rubbing in the sunscreen, her fingers exploring every inch of his back. Don't think about it. Just get it done! her conscious mind screamed. She forced herself to keep breathing and finally drew her hands back up to rest on his shoulders. "All done," she said in a light voice, then sat back, grabbing her towel to blot her face.

Will was no less affected, and only turned enough to sit back on the chair. He knew he'd be a lost man if he turned to look at her, and his sister was all too present. "Thank you, Liz," he murmured. He closed his eyes, and after a moment, reached to his side, hoping he would not have to search for her hand. She must have noticed, as it only took a moment for hers to join his. "It really has turned into a beautiful day, hasn't it?"

"Absolutely perfect," was her soft reply.

The foursome remained basking in the sun for nearly an hour, but eventually all straggled inside. Once dressed, they all settled into the music room, and Will convinced Georgiana to play, which she gladly did until dinner.

During the meal, Elizabeth noted that Will was becoming even more withdrawn, and when she saw him trying to stifle a yawn more than once, she realized just how exhausted he was, and began to think of how to make a graceful exit soon. When she caught Georgiana also yawning as she rose from the table; it was time.

"It's been a long day for you guys, and I really should get going." She grasped Will's hand as she turned to the others. "It's been really great meeting you Georgiana, Ryan; and I'm looking forward to taking over the mall tomorrow." She smiled slyly at the younger woman.

Georgiana stepped forward and hugged her quickly. "It's been great meeting you too, Elizabeth, and I can't wait till tomorrow."

"Are you sure you have to go?" Will spoke quietly near her ear.

"Yes, Will. It may not be late, but I know you're tired. I'll feel much better knowing you're getting some rest."

He nodded. "Okay then. Let me see you out."

After a couple of quick goodnights, she retrieved her bag, and he walked her to the front door.

"I had a great time today, Will. Georgie's great, and well, you know I love seeing you." Her voice dropped. "I'm glad you're home," she whispered.

"Me too," he answered before his lips met hers. It was a short kiss, but sweet, and expressive of their feelings.

They walked together out to her car, and Will held the door for her. They exchanged another very brief kiss before she climbed in, but all too soon, she was gone.

Elizabeth arrived a little after 10:30, and Will wasted no time ushering her into his study for a very few minutes alone. He told her Georgiana was changing her clothes, and they'd be ready to leave for the mall soon.

Georgiana returned downstairs, and noted Ryan had yet to emerge, so she asked Maggie to keep some coffee warm, and advised her that it would not be unlikely for him to spend the day at the piano. She then went to find her brother, and was surprised at first to find his study door closed. Guess I'll have to expect this now. She smiled to herself; it was about time Will found someone. After a moment's debate, she rapped lightly on the door. "I'll be ready to go in ten minutes," she called and walked away.

It did not take her ten minutes to slip on her sandals and grab her purse, so she was sitting in the living room, comfortably scanning the latest issue of Philadelphia Magazine when Will and Elizabeth emerged, holding hands. She grinned as she stood up. "Thanks for agreeing to come with us, Elizabeth. Will's the best brother, and a very patient shopping companion, but he has no concept of fashion."

It's better than some. Elizabeth recalled Charlie's casual attire. "I've been looking forward to it." She smiled warmly. Though shopping was not generally a favorite activity, she hoped it would be a good way to know Georgiana better.

They were fortunate to find a parking spot near Lord & Taylor. There was a high concentration of fashionable shops at this corner of the mall, and they immediately began checking out the displays.

Elizabeth was amazed at the length -- or complete lack thereof -- of most of the dresses they saw at the first three stores they passed. She gripped Will's hand firmly, and was secretly grateful that Georgiana didn't seem interested in them, despite the high profile names.

The first place they actually stopped was Colors by Padmini. They knew they would not find appropriate cocktail dresses there, but it was too inviting to resist.

With little success on the first level in that region, they took the escalator up to the second and reversed direction. When Georgiana decided to go into Anne Fontaine, Elizabeth began to follow, until she felt Will stop.

"I'll wait out here," he said. When she looked at him questioningly without speaking, he added, "I'm sure to only be in the way. I have my Treo, and I actually know how to do a few things with it, so please just go keep my sister from buying everything in the store." He smiled teasingly.

Elizabeth looked up at him a moment longer, then just shook her head slowly. "I don't know whether I should help her or you now... I suppose we shall just have to see." She grinned broadly as she turned her back to him and walked in the door.

Inside, Elizabeth found a couple of dresses she liked, but none that were true to her own tastes. The prices were also rather high for something that would not really suit. Georgiana tried on a dress, but decided against it, and moments later, they were looking at shoes in the window of Stuart Weitzman, next door. The strappy sandals and sling pumps were lovely, but Elizabeth knew that aside from the price tag, she'd never manage to keep them on, let alone walk in them.

Georgiana and Elizabeth looked in a couple more stores, always leaving Will waiting patiently outside the door. Both tried on a few dresses before Georgiana found one she liked at Betsey Johnson.

"It looks great on you, Georgie. I love that shade of purple," Elizabeth remarked.

Georgiana turned around in front of the mirror again. "I want to look at a few more stores. It's almost $400, not on sale, and I'm sure Will and Mrs. R would both have issues with it being strapless." She sighed. "If I don't find something better, I might come back and see if I can talk Will into it."

Elizabeth was a bit surprised by Georgiana's remarks; all of them. Sale? Talk Will into it? Georgiana's remarks had seemed pretty casual though, so she let it go.

Next door was Caché, where Georgiana talked Elizabeth into trying on a black dress she rather liked; but like the others, it wasn't perfect.

They opted to take a break, and ate lunch at Blue Pacific, a nice Chinese and sushi restaurant, before heading back to visit more shops downstairs.

They had not gone very far when Georgiana turned to face Will with a mixture of an excited and pleading expression. He held back a laugh, then looked at her sternly. "How old are you now, Georgiana?"

She rolled her eyes upward, innocently. "Uhm, twenty-one?"

"Then I suppose you don't need my permission or assistance to buy a Build-A-Bear," he answered calmly.

"I'll only be a minute. I just want to get a new dress for Emily." She quickly disappeared into the bright yellow and blue shop.

Elizabeth waited outside with Will, but couldn't resist the urge to tease him. "I'm trying to picture you making a Build-A-Bear." She grinned slyly.

"I've... done it," he answered slowly, quietly.

"So if I told you I wanted you to make me a Build-A-Bear?" She tried to look sweet, but Will saw pure mischief in her eyes.

His reply was very serious. "I would tell you that I love you dearly; like life itself. But there is no way I will jump up and down and dance in circles in public to build you a bear."

She smiled. "I can live with that. But someday, what will you say when little Moon Unit asks?" The evil gleam was in her eye again.

Will swallowed. "We will just have to wait and see."

Georgiana returned a few moments later, and they resumed their search for human dresses at White House Black Market. Elizabeth had always loved looking at the store, but always figuring them above her clothes allowance, had never ventured inside. She quickly found three dresses she liked, and Georgiana selected one.

Elizabeth already had an inkling which she'd choose, and tried it on first. Not only was the style perfect, but it fit nicely and hung beautifully. Even if this dress had been as expensive as some of the others she had seen that day, she might have bought it. Fortunately though, she thought it quite affordable.

She stepped out of the dressing room, glad that Will had not accompanied them into the shop, to show Georgiana.

"It's perfect!" the younger woman exclaimed. "You absolutely must buy it."

"I've already made that decision, but I thought you should second it." Elizabeth spun around in front of the mirrors.

"Well, I have, so let's get it and move on to the next."

Elizabeth changed again, and paid for her dress.

Will looked up and feigned amazement as he saw them approach. "One of you bought a dress! I suppose I am now to serve as beast of burden." He had to force a sigh.

"Not at all. You are not to touch this bag, Fitzwilliam Darcy," Elizabeth looked up at him challengingly.

Will shook his head. "Yes, ma'am."

Their next stop was not far, practically just on the other side of the walk. Georgiana selected several dresses at BCBG Max Azria, none of them black. When she noticed Elizabeth looking through her choices, she felt compelled to remark, "I have to wear black often enough for performances. I much prefer color."

"I suspected as much," Elizabeth answered. "I think you'll look really good in a couple of these shades."

Georgiana tried on all of the dresses, and modeled them for Elizabeth. In the end, there was one clear winner, and Georgiana was quite content to make her purchase. As they exited the store, Georgiana whispered in Elizabeth's ear, "Time to reward Will now."

Elizabeth looked at the younger woman questioningly. "Reward?"

Georgiana didn't answer her, but walked directly to her brother. "I have made my acquisition. Shall we put our bags in the car and head over to The Court?"

Will smiled. "Sounds good to me."

The party walked out of the mall, and stopped at the car to place the mere three bags in the trunk. They then walked to the other side of the lot, through Macy's, into the older, smaller mall.

They perused a few of the shops as they walked the length of the lower level, stopping to look in Paradise Pen, Brighton Collectables and Yankee Candle. When they reached the end, Will wasted no time leading them to the escalator. She smiled. She knew what was upstairs. Turning to Georgiana, Elizabeth grinned. "I think I like shopping with you guys."

Georgiana looked down towards their feet. "Not you too. No wonder you two seem such a perfect match. I'll be in the café when you're ready to go."

Elizabeth laughed, and caught up with Will, grasping his hand as they walked into Borders Books.

Chapter 23

Posted on December 15, 2008

Elizabeth looked up and smiled as she watched Will walk up the aisle toward their seat. Though she had spent the better part of the last two days in his company, there had been something still not quite right until he was beside her on the train. She waited for him to put his attaché on the rack, then slid a little closer and nestled her hand in his as soon as he sat.

He squeezed it, and whispered, "Good morning, my love."

"Good morning," she answered with a look that made further words unnecessary.

After a moment, Will began again, pointing to the garment bag than hung from the hook beside Elizabeth. "I should have thought to ask you before. Do you have someplace to change for tonight?"

She nodded slowly. "My office, I suppose."

"If you'd like, I have a full, private bathroom in my office. You're more than welcome to come over." He noticed her skeptical look, so added, "It's spacious, and has excellent light..."

"That's very generous, but..." She tried to decline his tempting offer gracefully.

"I only need a few minutes to get ready. As enticing as your presence may be, I can assure you of all the privacy you desire."

With a little more effort on Will's part, Elizabeth finally agreed she would rather dress in a roomy, well appointed, executive bathroom than a cramped office full of computers.

Will even managed to convince her to let him take her garment bag, assuring her that he didn't have the imagination to picture it on her, so there was no reason for him to examine the dress on a hanger. True to his word, he simply hung the bag in his closet upon arrival at his office.

Though they were in regular contact via text message and email, their schedules did not allow them to see each other during the day.

Elizabeth arrived at Will's building a little after four. The same guard who had assisted her the previous week sat at the desk, and greeted her as she approached, "Good afternoon, Ms. Bennet. I have your tag right here." He handed her a sticker bearing her name, then called toward another guard standing nearby, "Russ, please see Ms. Bennet to the elevator for 31.

The office doors were open, and she walked inside to the receptionist. With a smile, she introduced herself. "Elizabeth Bennet for Will Darcy."

The woman looked up at her and politely replied, "One moment." She then picked up her phone, and after speaking briefly, hung up and returned her attention to Elizabeth. "Joanne says you may go on back." She pointed toward the hallway Elizabeth had traversed on her last visit.

"Thank you," Elizabeth responded easily, and began walking toward Will's office, while the receptionist watched, wondering what business this young, very casually dressed woman had with Mr. Darcy.

Will's secretary again met Elizabeth in the hall. "It's good to see you again, Miss Bennet." She held out her hand for a professional handshake, before turning and walking with Elizabeth. "Will is in a meeting in Mr. Bingley's office on the other side of the floor."

She led Elizabeth into Will's office, and directly to the bathroom. As she opened the closet, she said, "I hope you don't mind, but I opened the garment bag earlier this afternoon, thinking it was Will's, but seeing your lovely dress, I thought it best to let it hang out."

Joanne paused for a moment, barely giving Elizabeth a chance to smile and thank her before she continued in the same efficient manner. Leading Elizabeth inside the bathroom, she pointed to the wall. "There's a phone; and of course, there are ones on the desk and conference table. All have marked intercom buttons if you need me for anything."

Walking back into the office, she stepped behind Will's desk, opening a door on the credenza. "Here's the fridge. Help yourself to anything. If you'd like coffee or tea, just ask, and I'll be happy to get it for you."

Elizabeth thanked her again, and Joanne started to leave. Just before she got to the door, she turned. "Oh, Miss Bennet, Will should be in his meeting until about 4:45, and you needn't worry that anyone else will drop in. I'm the only one aside from him with free access to this office." She stopped with a start. "What I meant..." Her voice was apologetic.

"It's okay, Joanne, and I understand. It's good to know. And please, call me Elizabeth or Lizzy."

Joanne smiled kindly as she walked out. "Thank you, Elizabeth. Please do call me if you need anything."

Elizabeth wandered around the vast office for a couple of minutes, looking out at the view and taking in the fine furnishings she had ignored last time. As she walked past Will's desk, she did a double take; there was a picture frame that had not been there last week. Walking over, she picked it up; it was the picture she had sent him with the roses. She blushed, though alone. If he was going to have a picture of her, she'd have to find him a better one.

Placing it back on the desk, she headed for the bathroom. She looked at the shower, thinking there wasn't a lot of time, but it would be nice to feel clean; it was certainly an indulgence she had never considered before today.

She closed and locked the bathroom door, then pulled her hair into a bun. She turned on the water, selected a towel, and stripped off her work clothes. The hot water was indeed refreshing, but almost as quickly, she was out, dried off and dressed in her underwear.

Elizabeth pulled her makeup bag from her backpack, laughing to herself. She didn't break it out very often; that was for sure. Taking her time in front of the mirror, she carefully applied foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara... Life with four sisters had taught her that some things were unavoidable, even for the tomboy of the family. Still, she could not imagine doing this every day, even if she was pleased with the end result.

She then moved on to her hair. At home she had often helped her sisters, but no one seemed as adept at dealing with her curly locks as she, herself, was. With some effort, she managed to get a few strands of hair to fall softly across her brow, and held them in place with a pair of crossed bobby pins, easily covered as she pulled back the rest of the hair on that side, getting it to lay as smoothly as possible, and securing it at the back.

She nearly jumped when she heard a light rap at the door. "I just wanted to let you know I'm back. There's no reason to hurry though," Will said clearly.

"Thanks!" she called, and set back to styling her hair. With practiced, meticulous steps, several minutes later, she had effected a neat French twist. After examining it from as many angles as possible, she sprayed it with hairspray, and poked in the few stray hairs that tried to escape. Pleased, she inserted her grandmother's pearl comb along the crease.

Elizabeth then put on her gold dress watch, pearl earrings and her simple string of pearls before checking every detail of her appearance again. She put away her makeup and hair sprays and carefully removed any evidence of her presence. It was time to finish dressing.

Begrudgingly, she pulled out a new pair of pantyhose -- sorry guys, no garters and thigh highs -- and carefully slid them on. Next came her black satin shoes, which were rather comfortable, despite the heels. She carefully fastened the straps around her ankles, giving her some assurance her feet and shoes would remain together throughout the night.

She slipped on her dress, closed her bags and examined her reflection one last time. "That's about as good as it gets," she mumbled, not sure herself whether she was more pleased with the results, or worried about Will's reaction.

Biting her lip, she stood by the door for a moment before turning back for one last glimpse at herself. Finally, she reached for the doorknob, and stepped out into Will's office.

At the sound of the door, Will looked up, at her. He didn't move or speak, but his look of admiration and awe made it crystal clear he was not disappointed by what he saw.

"Liz..." he finally uttered as he stood very slowly. "You're stunning."

He recovered his wits as he reached full height, and swiftly moved to her side. "I've always thought you were beautiful, but... wow." He leaned down and kissed her softly. After a few kisses though, he pulled back and gazed at her seriously. "I do, however, see a problem already. I can't kiss you properly for fear of creating havoc with your appearance." He exaggerated his frown.

Elizabeth raised herself to her toes and kissed him lightly. "I am glad to see we agree on the matter." They sat and held hands and talked for a few minutes before Will needed to get ready.

Elizabeth took her bags from the bathroom, and set them beside the table, pulling out her notebook to check her email, then her sites, while she waited. She had just pulled up a chapter update on one of her favorite stories, when a man threw open the main office door.

"Yo, Will, you about..." He looked over at Elizabeth.

"Will's just getting ready now," she replied. "He shouldn't be long."

He walked confidently toward her. "You must be Elizabeth. I'm Rich Fitzwilliam, CIO. I'm glad to finally meet you."

Elizabeth stood up and shook his hand. Will had mentioned his cousin, Rich, going to the gala with them, but hadn't mentioned that they worked together. "It's very nice to meet you too," she answered.

He was the type whose jovial personality let him get away with a lot, and he knew it. "It's hard to believe Will's dating a geek; though I must say I've never known any that look like you!"

Elizabeth laughed, "I don't usually look like this."

"Enough, you do." He glanced across the room and bent his head closer to Elizabeth's. "Don't think a new picture would appear on my cousin's desk, without me checking it out."

Changing the subject, she asked, "If your last name's Fitzwilliam, that makes you and Will third cousins?"

Rich grinned. "Pretty good. I guess we would be, except that our mothers were sisters."

Will walked out just then, freshly shaved and wearing a different suit than before. "I see you've met now. My apologies, Elizabeth."

She smiled as he approached and took her hand. "Does this mean we're ready to go?" she asked.

"Just waiting for Georgie's..." His phone rang and he grabbed it, holding it up to the others for a flash before he answered it. "You're here? Good, we'll be right down." He put his phone in his pocket and looked at Elizabeth. "They just pulled into the garage."

Elizabeth put her computer in stand by mode and slipped it back in her bag, while Will went back to his desk for his attaché. She picked up her garment bag and her clutch purse, and before she could grab the backpack, Rich had it in his hand and was walking toward the door.

They exited the office, Will locked the door, and then they took the elevator to the garage, where they found Georgiana and Ryan standing by Will's Audi.

"Richie!" the younger woman exclaimed when she saw her cousin, and jumped into his arms, the moment he set down Elizabeth's backpack.

"Chipmunk!" He hugged Georgiana, "How's school been?" he asked, and they spoke together while Will and Elizabeth put their bags in the trunk.

Rich and Georgiana led the way, joined by Ryan, allowing Will and Elizabeth to fall back a little and talk as they walked the two blocks to the Prince Music Theater. Georgiana stopped as they approached the building, turning to face the others. "Sorry I didn't say hi earlier. "You look great, Elizabeth!"

"Thanks. So do you." Elizabeth answered.

"That color looks lovely on you, Georgie," added Will.

She smiled up at her brother. "Thanks. Elizabeth recommended it."

Will squeezed Elizabeth's hand and smiled as he whispered, "Thanks."

The group entered the building, and Will presented their tickets. They were almost immediately accosted by a photographer, who took a picture of the group before they joined the assembly.

They were then greeted by the chairwoman of the event. "Thank you for coming again this year, Mr. Darcy. It's so good that your family continues to support the arts."

Will introduced Elizabeth, and they talked briefly, but their hostess was eager to greet other patrons, and was soon on to the next.

They spent the better part of the next hour sipping wine and speaking briefly with other elite Philadelphians in attendance. Will had assumed his stiff demeanor, and almost always held Elizabeth's hand as she smiled and spoke warmly with everyone.

At 6:50, the lights dimmed, and Will was quite happy to enter the theater to take their seats for the performance of Jersey Boys. He held Elizabeth's hand for the duration of the performance, and occasionally whispered in her ear.

After the show, they remained a while longer for more hors d'oeuvres and social banter. Georgiana and Elizabeth had excused themselves for a few minutes to visit the ladies' room, and as they walked back toward Will and Ryan, Elizabeth had to fight to keep from laughing aloud. While she did a fair job of it, she could not stop the tears that slipped from her eyes. She knew she should not have found the scene funny. "Poor Will," she whispered to Georgiana.

Will was standing with his back to them, in an erect, uncomfortable pose, reminiscent of when Elizabeth had found him alone at the baseball game. Grasping his arm and chattering away was Charlie's sister, Caroline Bingley.

As they approached, Elizabeth and Georgiana could hear her speaking. "This event is certainly going downhill; I am aghast at some of the people here this year. Believe it or not, I saw this woman Charlie hired to hook up his computers. Can you imagine it?"

Elizabeth slipped her arm into Will's as she came up beside him. "Sorry we were gone so long, dear." She smiled up at him before turning to face the orange clad woman. "Carrie, how good to see you again. Charlie didn't mention you'd be here tonight."

Carrie gave Elizabeth a very plastic smile. "Eliza! I thought that was you! How lovely to see you again."

Only then did Carrie notice the other woman who had joined them. "Georgiana! I'm so glad you're back!" She leaned in close to Georgiana, and they exchanged air kisses. "You look amazing. That color, that cut, really work for you."

Georgiana smiled broadly and glanced at Elizabeth. "Thank you, Carrie. Elizabeth picked it out."

Carrie and Georgiana talked for a few minutes while Will and Elizabeth watched silently. Elizabeth felt for the younger woman, but she was managing the conversation rather well.

She was surprised to suddenly hear her name. "Lizzy?"

She turned. "Mayor Nutter, how good to see you."

"You look lovely tonight." The mayor smiled. "Are Bob and Kathleen here?"

"I don't think so. Bob knew I was coming, and he didn't say anything about their plans," she replied. "I'm here with other friends." Glancing up over her shoulder, she continued, "May I introduce Will Darcy?" She continued with the others, and the mayor conversed with their group for several minutes before excusing himself to mingle more.

Hearing the band start up, Ryan found his opportunity to rescue Georgiana from the claws of Carrie Bingley, and asked his girlfriend to dance. While Carrie looked eagerly up at Will, he met Elizabeth's eye, then spoke to his friend's sister. "It was nice talking to you, Carrie, but I promised Elizabeth I would dance. If you will excuse us."

He led Elizabeth to the dance floor, and pulled her into his arms for the slow song.

"I thought you didn't dance, Mr. Darcy." She smiled up to him teasingly.

"Never let it be said that I would frown upon any activity that involves holding you in my arms." He slid his right hand a little lower on her back. "But otherwise, it isn't my favorite activity." Neither spoke for a few minutes, then curiosity got the better of Will. "You know the mayor?"

She nodded. "He's a friend of my boss; drops in from time to time. I don't really know him, but we have crossed paths occasionally." She smiled. "I must say though, his timing was impeccable."

"Indeed." He dropped his head a little, tempted to kiss her hair, but restrained himself. He simply held her close as they enjoyed the remainder of the dance without further conversation.

When the song was over, the two couples reunited, and Georgiana asked, "Do you think we've made our appearance long enough? I'd really like to go."

Will looked at his watch, then around the room. "I think it will be all right. Have you seen your wayward cousin lately?"

Georgiana laughed, "Yeah, he was talking to some ladies over there." She pointed toward the back of the theater.

They walked in that direction, and found him exactly where Georgiana had indicated. Everyone said their goodnights, and the two couples headed for the doors, leaving Rich Fitzwilliam on his own, as at least his cousins had expected all along.

A few people stopped them briefly as they headed toward the door, but they soon escaped into the cool night air. They casually strolled back to Will's building for the car, and were quickly on their way to Elizabeth's house, chatting comfortably the whole time.

When they arrived at the house, Will told Georgiana and Ryan he'd be a few minutes escorting Elizabeth in, then quickly walked around the car to assist Elizabeth out, and to recover her bags from the trunk. He followed her inside, closing the door behind him and setting down the bag he carried.

Both had to greet an excited Hamlet, but once he was appeased, Elizabeth was in Will's arms. Their kisses were soft, sweet and romantic; though after a long minute, which seemed much shorter, Will pulled back. "You know, Liz, I really didn't plan this evening very well."

"I thought everything went quite nicely," she answered.

"It did, for the most part; but for fear of ruining your lovely appearance before, and now with my sister waiting outside, I can't let myself kiss you as I'd like." He pouted.

"Well, I'll be at your house tomorrow night, maybe we find a way to escape for a while." One corner of her lips rose.

"We'll have to try. It'll be difficult with so many people around though."

With a quick kiss and a challenging grin, she replied, "Where there's a will, there's a way."