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Part 11
"Only two more days to go," William thought to himself, as he sat down unobserved to watch Liz in her current occupation. Over the last couple of days it seemed he'd had even less opportunity to talk with her than before. It had crossed his mind that she might be avoiding him, but he dismissed this, as on the few occasions they had been together she had seemed her usual friendly self. He'd thought that things were starting to work out well after running across her on his walk the other evening. He'd hoped things would move on from there, but he now felt he'd made no progress at all. It was impossible to make any further move on Liz when every time he saw her she was firmly sandwiched between young children. It was all becoming extremely frustrating.
Liz was at this moment seated next to one of her students at the piano. At thirteen she was one of the older kids at camp, and as she had a piano exam in less than a month Liz was taking time out to give her some extra tuition. The girl was just now practicing 'I Dreamed A Dream' from 'Les Mis', and though she was technically playing all the right notes, the song seemed lifeless. Will listened in amusement as Liz passionately tried to explain the plight of the young Fantine in the song, how she had been seduced, abandoned, and left destitute with a young child to look after. Liz's student however, remained unmoved.
"You need to understand what's going on in the song in order to play it with the right feeling. Have you been listening to the tape of the song I gave you?... I thought not." Liz said, sounding a little exasperated. "Please take the time to listen to it and feel the emotion. We're really going to have to work hard on your dynamics over the next few weeks. How's this for a deal? If you work hard enough to get a B in the exam, I'll get us tickets and take you to see 'Les Mis'. It's an absolutely incredible show.
"I'd rather go to Wonderland," the girl cheekily replied. "And if Wonderland isn't your thing I could take James with me instead."
"O.K. then," Liz laughed. " If you get a B or higher in your exam I'll shout you and James tickets to Wonderland, but it's going to take a lot of work on your part to get there. Go on now, find your friends."
"That was a generous offer," Will said as he walked up to Liz after the girl ran off. "Who's James, her boyfriend?"
"No, older brother. How long have you been here?"
"About 10 minutes, you've got an uphill battle with that young lady I think. You weren't offended at her not wanting to go to 'Les Mis' with you?"
"Not at all. I can understand her not wanting to hang out with some one eight years older than her. Anyway, her scheme will end up costing me less money," Liz answered with a smile.
Will saw an opening and took it.
"Well, if you don't find hanging out with someone eight years your senior too distasteful, I'd love to take you to see 'Les Mis'. I haven't had a chance to see it this time around."
Elizabeth was taken completely by surprise with his invitation, and she felt a little thrill of excitement. She then reminded herself not to read anything into this solicitation; he was just being nice.
"You don't have to take me. I'm sure I'll get another chance to see it," she answered.
"I know I don't have to take you,' he calmly replied. "I'd like to take you. I wouldn't have asked otherwise."
"Do I have to get a B in something?" she inquired.
"After watching you just now I think you at least deserve a B in piano teaching," he smiled. "Now are you going to come with me or not?" he asked.
"I'd love to," she replied, much to Will's relief. "Are you going to bring Georgie along?"
It was not exactly what Will had in mind, but it was better than nothing.
"I'll give her a ring and see if she'd like to come too," he replied.
"Wonderful," Liz smiled, her nervousness alleviated by the thought there'd be a third party along. "I'll look forward to it."
That evening Will rang the Darcy home to see if Georgie would like to go with himself and Liz to the show. Georgie wasn't home so he left a message with Rick and asked that she call him back with her answer.
When Georgie arrived home she was met by a very smug Richard, who informed her that his suspicions regarding Will and Liz must have been correct.
"How do you know?" asked Georgie.
"He hardly ever dates," replied Rick. "But he's asked Liz to go to 'Les Mis' with him. He rang up to see if you wanted to go as well."
"Wow, I'd love to go," said Georgie.
"But you'll have to think up some excuse not to," was Rick's uncompromising reply. "Look, I'll pay for you to go with some friends."
"Are you serious?" she asked, knowing the cost of tickets.
"I'll get Mum to put in some money as well. She'll think it a worthy cause. Just ring him back and say you've already got plans to see it with your friends."
Georgie, getting into the spirit of things agreed, and rang Will back with the sad news she couldn't go with them.
William hung up the phone after Georgie's call, pleased he was to have Liz to himself. He was reluctant to tell Liz that Georgie couldn't come, because it was now very clear to him that Liz was determined to mis-interpret all his attentions as brotherly affection. He decided not to tell her about Georgie until after he bought the tickets. She wouldn't be able to back out of her commitment then.
The last day of camp had finally rolled around. The busses taking the kids back to the city had left over three hours ago. The team, after finishing all their cleaning, sorting and packing up, were saying their good-byes and starting to head off. William, looking out of his office window caught sight of Liz, she was going to be one of the last to leave after staying back with Samantha to help her pack up all the decorations and props used over the last 10 days. Liz was apparently getting a lift back to the city with Sam and Geoff, then catching a train further down the coast to her parent's place. She'd mentioned this on one of the few occasions they had spoken since the day he'd watched her at the piano.
He continued to observe her as she farwelled other team members with hugs and friendly kisses.
"Well, she's not going to get away that easily with me," he thought. "This almost indiscernible stand off between us is getting ridiculous. I'm not pussy-footing around any longer."
Fifteen minutes later when Liz knocked on the door of his office he knew what he was going to do.
Liz was on a high after all the excitement of the final day at camp. She was looking forward to seeing her family, and to just having some time to herself. The work they did at camp, though very demanding and sometimes exhausting, meant so much to the kids that she didn't begrudge the time and effort at all. Still, she was always thankful when it came to an end.
She gave William a brilliant smile as he ushered her into his office, and it only just touched her mind that it was slightly odd that he shut the door behind them. She felt pretty safe with William now. She'd be leaving in a few minutes and that was hardly enough time to betray any foolish or inappropriate emotions she might feel towards him.
"Well, we survived it," she said happily as she perched her self on his desk. "Another year over, and I would have to put it down as an unqualified success."
William regarded her smoothly with a slight smile on his face as she went on.
" And I have to thank you so much for my 'Bill Collins Free' status while I was here. It was marvelous. I don't know how you managed it but I'm truly grateful."
"It wasn't any trouble at all. I was pleased to be of assistance," he answered. "By the way, we're still on for 'Les Mis' aren't we? I've booked some tickets for Saturday week if that's O.K. by you. We'll get an early supper before the show?"
"That'd be wonderful. What time? Do you want to meet somewhere in town?" she asked, still feeling secure in the knowledge that Georgie would be with them.
"No. I'll pick you up," he said. "Is 5.30 too early? It's just if we want to find parking and have something to eat we can't be too late in starting."
"Fine, you have my address and phone number don't you?...good. It's really very nice of you to take me."
"Think nothing of it. I'm looking forward to it myself," Will replied, not taking his eyes from hers.
Liz, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable under the intensity of his gaze, stood up and declared she had better get going. She walked over to properly say goodbye. She'd intended to give William a quick kiss but as she'd gone to pull back William's hand, which had come up to her neck, was applying a firm but gentle pressure that wouldn't allow her escape. The thrill of the kiss was exquisite. William's other hand came around her waist and pulled her closer to him as the kiss deepened. They stayed some time in their embrace before William finally released her.
Liz just stood there looking at him, totally at a loss for words, breathless after their exchange. Will however, was not looking at all taken aback. He just looked decidedly pleased with himself.
"By the way," he said. "Did I tell you that Georgie can't make it to the show?"
Just then they were interrupted by the arrival of Sam.
"Ready to head off now?" she asked Liz.
"Yes, I think I've done everything I need to," Liz replied with an effort to return to the real world.
"See you Saturday week then," Will said casually, a smile in his eyes.
"Yes, I suppose so," replied Liz, still in a daze over what just happened.
"I'll meet you out at the car then, Bye Will," said Sam as she disappeared.
Will caught Liz's hand and she didn't argue as he pulled her to him for another kiss.
Posted on Friday, 28 July 2000, at 3 : 20 a.m.
Liz collected all her things together as the train pulled up at the station. It had been a long trip home and though she was tired she hadn't been able to get any sleep. Too many things had been running around in her mind. She dragged her gear out of the station and smiled as she saw Jane waiting for her.
"Glad to be home?" Jane asked as she took one of Liz's bags from her.
"Glad would be an understatement," Liz replied as they walked to the car. "I think I'll sleep well tonight."
"You didn't get a chance to sleep in the train then?" asked Jane in surprise, as in her experience Liz was able to fall asleep anywhere.
"No, I tried but I couldn't seem to be able to get off."
"Is something worrying you then?" asked Jane as they loaded them selves into the vehicle. "It's only when you upset you seem to have trouble sleeping."
"No, I'm fine. Honestly," replied Liz. "How's every-one?"
They talked a little about things going on in the family, and about what Liz planned to do for the rest of her break.
"How long are you home for this time?" asked Jane.
"I have to be back in the city by Saturday week," Liz replied.
"I thought Uni break went for almost another three weeks," said Jane.
"I does," Liz replied. "I just have to be back for a social engagement. I'm going to see 'Les Mis'."
"Again?" queried Jane. "This is becoming an obsession with you. Who'd you talk into going with you this time?"
"I didn't talk anyone into it. I was just asked if I'd like to go."
"Is there a group from camp going?" Jane continued her inquiries.
"Well, sort of." Liz replied, colouring a little.
"Ah ha," said Jane. "Things are starting to become clearer. How many other people are there going to be in this 'group'?"
"One," said Liz.
"O.K. Tell all." Jane demanded.
"There's really nothing much to tell. He asked me if I'd like to go with him. When I said yes I actually thought it was just a friendly outing and that someone else would be there as well."
"But now you think there's more to it and you want to back out?" Jane guessed.
"I don't want to back out, but I think there's more to it than I first assumed."
"Why do you think that?" Jane continued to push.
"Because he kissed me," Liz answered candidly. "I don't mean he just kissed me. I mean he kissed me."
"Don't tell me," Jane laughed "You've never been kissed like that before?"
"Don't be silly Jane, of course I've been kissed like that before, I've just never felt about it the way I feel this time."
"This does sound serious. Is this what was playing on your mind and getting in-between you and your sleep? I can't remember you ever losing sleep over a boy before."
"That's the thing Jane, he's not exactly a boy. He's older than I am and I'm actually a little nervous about everything. I really like him."
"If you really like him what's the problem?" asked Jane.
"To tell the truth, I've never started going out with a guy before, without having in the back of my mind that I'd be able to dump him in a few weeks," Liz smiled as she saw the look of disapproval on Jane's face. "This time it's different. I feel like there's a lot at stake. I'm not used to feeling this susceptible."
"It'll do you good to see what the boot feels like on the other foot," Jane laughed.
"Seriously though Jane. I'm finding this all a little scary. He's almost eight years older than I am. I'm not sure what he expects, he'd have to be heaps more experienced than me and I'm not about to compromise my principles for anyone."
"If he wants you to compromise your principles he's not worth worrying about," Jane replied seriously. "Has he done something to make you uneasy?"
"No, I feel perfectly safe with him. I guess it's just the age thing that's worrying me." Liz sighed.
"Plus the fact that you've never liked anyone this much before? Well Liz, all I can say is that it's about time you joined the ranks of us vulnerable mortals, and tasted a bit of the angst associated with love."
"I think both 'love' and 'angst' are words a little too strong for my situation," smiled Liz. "But I do have butterflies."
"May I ask who it is that inspired these 'butterflies'?
"You remember Georgie who came down for my 21st last month? Well it's her older brother." Liz answered.
"Not Richard?" Jane asked in alarm as she remembered the handsome but slick young man who'd brought Georgie down to the party. "I hope you don't mind me saying so, but I'm not sure I'd altogether trust him."
"No. It's William. their older brother, and he's quite different to Rick. They look very much alike but Will is more reserved and... I don't know quite how to put this... maybe... more substantial?"
"You make it sound like he has a weight problem," Jane laughed. "But I think I know what you mean. Seriously though Liz, If you really like him it's worth taking risks. If you just play it safe you'll never get to know if you're meant to be together or not. It's silly to assume that an age difference will inevitably cause problems. Remember there's a twelve year age difference between Dad and Janice, and theirs is one of the best marriages I've seen."
"How did we jump to marriage?" Liz asked in alarm. "We haven't even been on our first date yet. Ever since your engagement to Chaz you've got nothing but marriage on your mind."
"I wish we'd gone for a shorter engagement," replied Jane, the mention of Chaz driving all thoughts of Liz and William from her mind. "This waiting is driving me crazy, it's like we're in a real limbo period, totally committed but not yet married. If you ever do get engaged make it long enough to arrange the wedding, but no longer."
"I'll keep that in mind." Liz laughed.
She felt much better after talking things over with Jane. That night she was able to fall asleep without any trouble. The only thoughts she had going around in her head were pleasant daydreams featuring William and more passionate kisses.
Part 12
Elizabeth realised she was again anxious as she prepared herself for her evening out with Will. Instead of helping, their time apart had only increased her nervous anticipation. He'd only contacted her once since the camp, a quick call to confirm when he'd pick her up, and she almost wondered if the depth of his kisses had been the product of an overactive imagination.
She sighed and checked herself in the mirror once again. She had to admit she looked good. The simple little sleeveless dress showed her figure to advantage, and its ice blue colour complimented her complexion. She was wearing her hair out and only some light make-up; all in all the entire look had an unstudied elegance about it. (Which amused her, as she couldn't remember another time when she'd taken such care in the preparation of her appearance.)
The doorbell rang and she sprayed some perfume in the air and walked through the mist. She wasn't going to rush to the door, she'd let her flatmate Sue, answer it. She took a few deep breaths and collected herself before walking out of her room.
William stood in the living area talking to Sue, and looking altogether too gorgeous and too calm. He looked up at Liz with a smile that made her heart race even more. Still, she managed to say casually enough,
"Hi Will, I suppose you and Sue have introduced yourselves?"
"Yes, we have thanks. Are you ready to head off?"
"I think so. Is it still hot out side, or do I need to grab a jacket?"
"It's quite balmy, You'll be fine", he answered, thinking he'd be happy to keep her warm if it did cool down later on.
"Right then, see you later Sue", Liz said as she preceded Will through the door.
William walked beside her to the car.
"You look beautiful tonight', he said as he ran an appreciative eye over her form, "...not that you don't always look lovely it's just this is the first time I've seen you looking so feminine."
Liz was about to make a flippant remark in reply when he silenced her by placing a finger on her lips.
" - and before you come back at me with that smart mouth of yours - No, I don't think you looked masculine at camp. I'm just taking pleasure from the sight of you in a dress".
With that he removed his finger and instead placed a soft kiss on her lips before opening the door to allow her to seat herself in the car.
"This could be a good night", Liz thought to herself. "A very good night".
"Could Georgie really not come?" she asked as Will placed himself in the driver's seat beside her.
"You're a skeptical little creature", Will smiled. "Honestly, I did ask her and she said she already had plans to go with friends, but much as I love Georgie, I can't say I'm disappointed she was unable to make it."
"You're rather direct tonight, aren't you?"
"I'm past playing games, that's all", he replied. "How did your break down the coast go?"
The conversation now moved onto more comfortable territory and Liz began to relax as they drove toward the city centre. She always found his conversation intelligent and informed, and she appreciated that he listened to her with interest, understanding the intent of her meaning, not just the words. Her nervousness began to melt, but the excitement of anticipation remained.
William left the car in the staff parking area of his newspaper's office complex, and took Liz's hand as they walked to a small restaurant only a few blocks away. William obviously knew the proprietor well and they exchanged some friendly banter as he seated the couple, leaving them with menus and a wine list.
"Would you like some wine?" Will asked.
"No, thankyou but I don't drink." Liz answered.
Oddly enough a lot of guys she'd gone out with felt uncomfortable with this fact. She often found herself pushed to 'just give it a try', or alternately she found that her date suddenly transformed into a rabid tea totaller. Liz could never quite work out why they saw her choice not to drink as a big issue.
William however, said nothing of it and simply ordered himself a glass of wine with his meal. It was an insignificant occurrence, but it seemed to Liz that this encapsulated the difference between Will and most other guys she'd dated. It occurred to her that unlike them, William had nothing to prove. He had sense of self-sufficiency about him that she found incredibly appealing. He'd put it into words earlier when he said he was past playing games. He knew who he was, and where he was going, and she was thinking more and more that she'd like to be part of his journey.
Their meals soon arrived. Due to the heat of the day and the agitation of her feelings, Liz had only ordered a light salad, and she even found that she was eating very little of that, but she was enjoying the company very much.
A couple then entered the eatery to pick up some take-away they had ordered. The man looked over and noticed Will and Liz.
"That's a tasty little morsel Will Darcy has with him tonight", he commented. "I didn't know he was seeing any one."
The girl he was with looked around and frowned.
"He's not", she said acerbly. "That must be his younger sister".
"He's not looking at her like she's a younger sister", her companion replied.
"Well, let's go over and find out", she said.
"I wouldn't think he'd want to be interrupted", he commented but followed her over to Will's table anyway.
"William darling, fancy running into you here", the woman gushed as she walked up to their table. "I assume this is Georgie?"
"No, this is Liz." William replied. "Georgie's only sixteen, Liz these are two of my colleagues, Caroline and Craig."
"Nice meeting you", smiled Liz, but she found no answering smile in Caroline's eyes.
"So you're not sixteen", said Caroline icily.
"Not at all", replied Liz, still with a sweet smile on her face. "I turned twelve last birthday."
Craig laughed out loud at this reply but Caroline chose to ignore it and turned all her attention to Will.
"So are you doing anything interesting tonight? Craig and I have found ourselves at a terrible loose end."
"We've tickets for 'Les Mis' ", Will replied.
"Oh", she answered; disappointed this wasn't something that she could invite herself and Craig along to, though Craig was unlikely to have co-operated any way. Not one to be easily to be put off though, she turned on Liz and continued in a patronising voice.
"These musicals can go on a little my dear, it's probably very different to what someone your age would normally enjoy. William should have been more thoughtful in choosing the entertainment for your evening. I hope you don't find it drags too much."
"Thankyou, but I've seen it before and it could never drag. I always leave the theatre wanting more. The music is so incredible that there's something new to be noticed and absorbed each time." Liz replied.
"I'm so glad for you", Caroline answered in a bored tone. "Personally I'm tired of all these Andrew Lloyd Webber shows, I find that one just runs into the next."
"It's Boublil & Schonberg" said Liz.
"I think you'll find it's Lloyd Webber", Caroline bit back.
"No, Boublil & Schonberg". Both William and Craig answered at the same time.
"Well, I think our orders should be ready", said Caroline and stalked off.
"I've enjoyed meeting you Liz," said Craig, still fighting to keep a smirk off his face. "Have a nice evening Will." He walked away to join Caroline.
"Ouch, that was icy", Liz laughed. "Do you and Caroline have a shared history?"
"Not really", Will grimaced, "but I sometimes fear Caroline thinks we might have a shared future".
"So she and Craig aren't a couple?"
"No, but they fall back on each other for company if there's no one more interesting on offer. Craig's a nice bloke and he doesn't deserve to end up with her. I should have known better than to take you to a place so close to my office. I thought I'd be safe on a Saturday night. Who knows what rumors will be circulating around the newsroom about us on Monday. Caroline can be a bit of a bitch".
"You surprise me", Liz Laughed. "What ever would give you that impression?"
William was pleased that Liz could not be easily daunted by the likes of Caroline, and Liz was gratified that such blatant references to their age difference didn't seem to perturb Will in the slightest. In fact neither of them were dissatisfied with the results of their little interaction with Will's colleagues.
They finished their meal and walked up toward the theatre.
"So how many times have you seen this production?" he asked.
"This particular production?" Liz replied. "Tonight will make my third time".
"So you've lured me here under false pretences", Will laughed. "You didn't need to see it at all".
"I lured you", she laughed. "Yeah, right. You poor little thing to be taken in so easily by my clever wiles! ...And to think all this time I thought it was you misleading me into thinking this would be a friendly outing with your sister along."
"Don't blame me if you thought that." He pulled her a little closer to him. "It was willful blindness on your part if you couldn't see my intentions were more than friendly."
"I think I'm getting the idea now. By the way, I was serious when I said you could never see too much of 'Les Mis'. You came along just at the right time. I was running out of people I could talk into going with me."
The evening was magical. William didn't know if he enjoyed watching show most, or whether he more enjoyed watching Liz watch the show.
They left the theatre with Liz on cloud nine.
"Doesn't it just give you goose bumps. It's magnificent", she was almost floating.
"You seem pretty happy considering almost everyone dies." William teased.
"Well, they all turn up to sing the finale don't they?" Liz defended herself. "Despite the dark times it does have an incredibly uplifting message! I must admit that seeing it always gives me a little 'high'."
"I've guessed that", William laughed. "Do you want to go for a little walk to the Quay while you calm down?"
"I'd love to go for the walk", she replied. "But I don't want calm down. It feels too good up here. Can any thing be more uplifting than music?"
"I can think of a few things", Will replied under his breath.
If Liz heard him she chose to ignore it, and continued in her praise of the music as Will walked, and she almost danced, down to the waterside.
"Thankyou so much for the night Will", Liz said. She was standing beside him; both of them were leaning on the sea wall and looking out at the lights playing games on the water surface. "I can't remember when I last enjoyed an evening so much."
"Last time you saw 'Les Mis' maybe", Will laughed.
"No, last time I went with my sister", Liz smilingly replied, "and she doesn't kiss nearly as well as you".
"I hope that's an invitation", Will answered.
"Do you need one?" Liz giggled, thinking he'd never asked for one in the past.
"No, not really", he said, as he pulled her into his arms.
It was almost an hour and a half later that Will walked Liz to her door.
"So when are you going to be up here again?" he asked, knowing that Liz was going back down to her family's home for the remainder of her break.
"I'll be back in eight days", she remarked.
"Look, I have a dinner to go to on the Friday after next. It's work related, the annual Writer's Awards. I'd love it if you came with me. You'd have to put up with being at a table with my workmates, including Caroline. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I think I might be able to cope with it", Liz smiled.
She was standing on the bottom step of her flat and Will was still on ground level. This made her almost as tall as him, but not quite. His lips were currently grazing on her neck and moving up to just behind her ear. His arms were around her and his hands travelled slowly over her back. Her skin tingled as he moved a hand up to the bare skin between her shoulder blades, and she actually shivered.
"Will, I think I'd better go in now," she whispered before her lips were taken by his in a kiss, soft at first, but deepening quickly as his lips parted hers and he pulled her even closer to him.
A few minutes later, as she entered her flat, still a little breathless, Liz found herself reflecting that handling Caroline was going to be a breeze compared to handling the sensations that Will was creating in her, after only their first date.
Part 13
As expected, Will did come in for some questioning and ribbing at work regarding Liz. He handled it with such unconcern however, that it soon died away. By the day of the Writer's Awards Liz had been forgotten about by all but Caroline, who assumed on hearing no more of her, that she had been a mere aberration on William's part. Caroline was looking forward to that night; she was not bringing a date with her, as she hoped this might be the occasion she could convince Will to take her home with him. Therefore it came as an unpleasant surprise for her, when handing out the passes for the evening, that William had two earmarked for him.
"My goodness Will, you are breaking out aren't you?" Craig commented. "You've hardly seemed interested in any particular woman since I've known you, and now we're running across you with women everywhere".
"Not women, woman". Will corrected. "I'm bringing Liz".
"Not that little thing we saw you with the other night?" Caroline asked in disgust. "Don't you think she might be out of her depth at an evening like this."
"I can't see why". William answered calmly.
"I hope you've let her know how formal these occasions are. She may have looked sweet the other night..." Caroline continued as she ignored a comment from Craig saying that he'd describe her as a little more than sweet, " ...but it would be terribly embarrassing if she turned up tonight so underdressed".
"I wouldn't mind seeing her underdressed", quipped Craig, before backing away after receiving dirty looks from both Caroline and William.
"I'm sure she'll be fine", William answered, but Caroline's words had made him a little uneasy. The awards were always a very highbrow occasion, and he had not thought to pass this fact on to Liz. He could have kicked himself for this oversight. It half crossed his mind to ring her there and then, but he knew it was a bit late for that. He'd just have to trust Liz's sense for what form of attire would be appropriate on such an evening.
When he called to pick her up he was glad he hadn't wasted too much time worrying. She looked incredible. Her dress was again very simple in style; it was a soft mauve-blue in colour, but it was full length with a slight embossed floral relief that could just be picked up when it caught the light. She wore her hair mostly up, with a few soft curls falling onto her neck. Around her throat a simple gold chain was her only adornment. Will wondered at this elegant woman being the same cheeky girl who had caught his attention so many months ago.
"What are you finding so amusing?" Liz asked of him, seeing the slight smile playing on his lips.
"I see that dressing up like a lady doesn't make you any less impertinent", Will's smile broadened further. "I was just wondering what you're going to look like next time we go out. You've gone from shorts and T-shirt at camp, to that cute little dress you had on last time we went out, to ...this".
Liz laughed.
"So you think I might be saving an elaborate ball gown and tiara for next date?"
"It'll look great if I decide to take you bowling", Will replied as he walked Liz to the car. "I was a little worried today that I hadn't let you know how formal this evening was. I'm glad my inattention to this detail hasn't caused any difficulties".
"Don't worry, I would have asked if I didn't know what to wear", Liz informed him, "but I've been to a few of these things before because of Dad".
"Because of Dad?" Will queried.
"Yes, when he was nominated", Liz replied, looking at Will like he wasn't quite keeping up with things.
"You're doing what my mother does", Will told her as he got into the car. "Talking to me as though I know things that I've never been told. Would you mind starting from the top."
"Dad writes", Liz answered simply. "I thought you knew. Word of who my Dad is usually travels around pretty quickly. I was sure everyone at camp knew by the first night. I often find it very frustrating."
William's mind was now at work on who Elizabeth Bennet's Dad might be.
"Are you telling me that your Dad is T.E. Bennet?"
"Yes."
"The T.E. Bennet".
"Yes".
"Now I know where you get your satirical streak from! I remember you saying he was a lawyer who spent more time writing now. I thought you meant he wrote for the 'Law Society Journal' or something", Will said with incredulity. "It never occurred to me he wrote best selling novels".
"I'm sorry, I don't go around singing about it. I'd look like such a Wally if I told everyone 'Hey my Dad's a famous writer!' I just tend to assume people know... that someone else has told them.
Will could understand that. He hated it when people continually dropped names or rode to popularity on some one else's coat tails.
"But isn't he nominated again this year?" Will queried.
"I think so, but he's not one for these big social occasions. He's happier with family and close friends."
"Wise man". William commented, reflecting that he still had so much to learn about Liz and her life.
Will led Liz through the bustling room and introduced her to his fellow workers. They were very welcoming and lively company. In only a short time she was truly enjoying herself. William still marvelled at her easy manner, which so quickly recommended Liz people in general. Mind you, the only person he had anticipated any negative reaction from was Caroline, and she and Craig were only then arriving.
Caroline swept up to the table in a fashion that made it clear she expected everyone's attention. She did look very impressive in a red, full length, low cut gown. She was so tightly forced up at the bodice that on every movement half the table was in fear, or maybe anticipation, that her dress would be unable to entirely contain her. Wide smiles overspread her face as she greeted those present, particularly the ones to whom she was accountable at the office. She then turned to Will as she seated herself.
"So Will, you did bring your little friend along. How sweet", she said with an artificial smile on her face. "Elizabeth, this must be a very exciting opportunity for you."
Will and Craig didn't suppress their amusement as Liz answered seriously.
"Yes, It was a great honour to find myself nominated in so many categories".
Halted only for a moment, Caroline pressed on.
"I must say that's a very pretty kind of dress you're wearing - It wouldn't be an original though now, would it?"
"Definitely not", Liz laughed, completely unembarrassed. "I'd never pay that much for just a dress, a house deposit maybe, but not a dress".
"No, I don't suppose you would", Caroline answered in a superior tone, but unfortunately for Caroline this exchange began a discussion amongst her colleagues on the ethics surrounding the amount of money it was possible to spend on designer clothing. This was not a topic of conversation that Caroline felt comfortable with. She was relieved when talk turned to the business of the evening and the competition 'The Age' newsroom had in the categories for which they had been nominated.
Caroline felt smug as the shoptalk continued, because it completely left anyone not from the newsroom, out of the conversation. Elizabeth however, seemed unconcerned, and she quietly changed seats with Will to allow her to more easily converse with the wife of the News Editor and the husband of another journalist, who also had very little idea of what the others were talking about.
On the whole the evening proceeded pleasantly enough. Caroline watched with a keen interest, the closeness of interaction between Liz and Will, and often interrupted them by calling away the attention of the latter, with comments designed to exclude Elizabeth. William however, was not to be drawn away for long and Elizabeth seemed totally unconcerned by any of Caroline's attempts to engage Will's focus, or to belittle her with catty little asides.
Caroline had felt some satisfaction on learning from Liz that her family was from the country.
"Oh, how awfully dull it must have been for you, You can hardly have gone to a good school, living in such an isolated place. I attended the exclusive De Bourgh Ladies School you know."
"I'd hardly call it isolated", smiled Liz. "And I found the state school very adequate to my needs."
"I'm sure it was, and where do you work now?"
"I'm in my third year at Uni, studying Visual Arts", Liz answered politely.
"Yes. Now I can see that you wouldn't want to waste time and money on a quality education just to get into a Visual Arts course", she said condescendingly.
Apart from Caroline's occasional ill-natured asides, Liz was enjoying the evening, particularly relishing the closeness of Will by her side. His arm was currently laid across the back of her chair, his hand resting at the base of her neck and his fingers playing with soft curls of her hair. During the presentation of awards he would often lean across to softly fill her in on the background details the award and the person receiving it. Liz had always found the announcements and speeches tended toward tediousness; she found Will's company made a huge difference to her appreciation of this part of the night.
Will too, who was never one for these types of social functions, found the night far more bearable with Liz's society. The more time he spent with her the more convinced he became that she was the woman he'd been waiting for. With everything new discovery about her, he found more to love. He was astounded at her continued grace with Caroline. She had remained unconcerned and pleasant despite anything Caroline had thrown her way. Her earlier disclosure to Will of who her father was, made him well aware that Liz could throw a lot of Caroline's condescension back in her face, but she chose not to engage in this kind of egotistical battle.
It was a good night for those at their table. They took out the award in three of the five categories for which they had been nominated. Liz's Dad again took out an award, this time in a category to do with social commentary. At first Liz said nothing, but as her father's editor who was accepting the award, when on and on in his speech, she leaned over and whispered to Will that her Dad wouldn't have talked for half the time and would have been twice as interesting.
You could almost hear a collective sigh of relief as all the formalities of the evening were concluded. As everyone again relaxed into social mode, people began to mix more between the tables, while some began to make plans to move on to other locations to celebrate their good, or not so good fortunes. Will was only planning to leave as soon as possible. He could then have Liz to himself.
Caroline was busily engaged in pointing out people of importance, when the sight of a certain Henry Crawford, the paper's Executive Editors son, caught her attention.
"Look, there's Henry Crawford, we've had occasion to meet before and I must say we got on very well", Caroline informed them, with a meaningful look on her face. "It looks like he's coming over".
William noticed that the mention of Henry had immediately caught Liz's attention. She looked across with a wry smile on her face as Henry walked over to join them.
"Well if it isn't my Lizzykins!" Henry announced as he arrived at the table, pulling her up to give her a warm hug and what William thought, was an all too friendly kiss. "Where's everyone else".
"Hi Henry", Liz countered, as she extricated herself from him and took her place again by William. "I'm here with William. William Darcy, this is Henry Crawford, his family and ours are old friends. ...And Henry, No..., Jane isn't here tonight".
"So I'm out of luck again. Is she still besotted by that 'wet boy'?" Henry enquired.
"If you're referring to Chaz, yes. Only two months to the wedding now." Liz laughed.
"You're too cruel for words. Though I must say you're looking particularly delectable tonight, ...growing up aren't you? Maybe you could offer me some consolation for my heartbreak".
"I'd feel sorry for you, if I actually believed you had heart", Liz smiled back at him. "Now where can I find Auntie Heather and Uncle Bob, I should say hello to them before we leave".
"They're over at the front right-hand side of the room. They'd love to see you". Henry then dropped his voice. "By the way, what's the name of the trollop in the red dress. I should know it. I think I slept with her once".
"Caroline", Liz shot back with a disapproving look. "Will, Would you mind coming over with me to see the Crawfords?"
"So, you know my big boss as 'Uncle Bob' do you?" William asked as they made their way across the room. "What other surprises do you have for me this evening".
"I think that should be all for now", Liz grinned.
"Henry seems an interesting fellow". Will commented.
"Interesting would be the word for it". Liz laughed. "He's a real charmer, and it's hard not to like him, though he's about as principled as a sewer rat. He's been professing undying love to my sister for years, but that doesn't stop him going after any one in skirts that might look sideways at him. I think the big attraction with Jane, aside from the fact that she's absolutely stunning, is that he's never managed to catch her".
The Crawfords warmly greeted them and Liz made the introductions.
"William Darcy? Do you happen to work for me by any chance?" Mr Crawford inquired. On receiving an affirmative reply he continued. "Yes, I've read some good stories of yours and have always heard positive reports about your work from Graeme. It's nice to put a face to the name. How long have you known our Lizzy for?"
"It must be coming up to five months now, Sir", William answered, surprised to acknowledge that Liz had been occupying his thoughts for such a long period. "We met through 'The Program'."
Will and Mr Crawford continued their discussion while Liz talked with Mrs Crawford about family matters and Jane's upcoming wedding. After about 5 minutes they were interrupted by the return of Henry who looked quite amused with himself.
"That Caroline is a cow", he announced. "She made some snide remark about your choice of a degree Lizzy, so I pointed out to her that you graduated from high school in the top 2% of the state".
"I did not!" said Liz, astounded. "You never did let the truth get in the way of a good story".
"You did very well though, didn't you?" Henry grinned
"Yes, but not that well. Uncle Bob, I don't know why you let him work for you, surely he's wasted. Wouldn't he be better off working for one of the tabloids?"
Mr Crawford just laughed.
"None of them knew who your father was either", Henry continued. "You're a modest little bunny aren't you".
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and shot Will a look that clearly said "See, I told you I don't normally have to tell anybody about it".
"So of course you let them know", said Liz, sounding exasperated.
"What's wrong with that?" Henry countered.
"It's just I'd rather be 'Liz' than 'T.E. Bennet's daughter'. I do have an identity of my own".
William watched this exchange in amusement. He only wished he could have been at the table to see Caroline's reaction to Henry's disclosure. They soon said their goodbyes to the Crawfords and moved on to take leave from the rest of their party. Will thought Caroline seemed somewhat subdued until he overheard her speak to Liz.
"So your father is T.E. Bennet I hear. Well I suppose that explains Will's interest in you."
"I suppose It does", answered Liz happily, not even bothering to explain that Will had no idea of this fact until tonight.
Both Will and Liz were relieved to get out of the hall. Will was craving some time with Liz on her own. As they walked back towards the car he watched in approval as Liz expertly pulled a few pins from her hair and shook it free. He couldn't wait any longer and he pulled her to him for a passionate embrace, one hand drawing her near, the other caressing the softness of her hair, as his lips sought out hers. He was loathe to release her, but as they were standing in a city street, even Will had to recognise this little exchange would have to come to an end.
He held her close as they walked to the car, and on seating themselves inside, he again leant over to Liz enveloping her in a further embrace, his hands moving slowly over her body, his lips finding hers. The longing he felt for Liz was almost overwhelming. He had no doubt that he wanted her, not just physically; he wanted all of her. The sensations he too, aroused in Liz were exquisite, she readily acknowledged she had never before felt anything remotely like that which she felt for William. But she was also beginning to feel nervous. She had a sense that things were starting to move too fast for her. In her past relationships she had always felt in complete control, she now feared she was in danger of losing that control.
"Elizabeth, will you come home with me tonight?" William found himself whispering in her ear. He felt Liz stiffen and immediate regretted his words. He knew he had asked too much too soon.
"This is our second date", was Liz's only reply.
"Well, you can't blame a fellow for trying", said William as he pulled back, trying to sound casual.
"You just watch me", came Liz's light-hearted answer, but he understood its serious undertones.
They talked less than usual on their way back to Liz's flat. Both were concerned at the potential damage they may have done to their growing closeness. William was frightened he may have forfeited some of Liz's trust, and Liz was afraid that Will might see her reticence as a sign that she was not seriously interested in him. They both felt they needed to talk, but were not willing to do so for fear it may exacerbate the awkwardness they were both already experiencing. They pulled up outside her flat and William was pleased to see that Liz was quite willing to accept further kisses from him. The relief he felt was substantial, until he suddenly sensed a tension in her.
"Will", she said, sounding very ill at ease. Can you see the car parked on the other side of the road, half way up the block? It's Bill Collins car isn't it?"
"Yes, it is", said Will sounding concerned.
"I think you might have to take me home to your place after all. Sue's away for the weekend and I won't feel safe alone with him hanging about".
"I can fully appreciate that", answered William seriously. "I'm glad you noticed the car while I was still here".
"He's starting to freak me Will", she confided. "This is not normal behaviour".
William gave her a tight, reassuring hug, before removing his arm from around her and pulling his car back out onto the road.
Part 14
"Have you seen much of Collins lately?" William asked after a long silence.
"He turned up at my parent's place a few times on the week following camp, but Janice dealt with him, and stressed pretty firmly that I wasn't interested. I saw him hanging around a couple of times when I was out with friends, but he didn't try to speak to me". Liz's voice told him she was clearly upset. "Sorry... I'm probably over reacting".
"No, go on", he gently encouraged her.
"Then, almost two weeks ago, the night that I got back to Dad's after we'd been to 'Les Mis', we were woken up by a phone call at about 2 a.m.", she continued. "It was Bill. He was ringing to tell my parents that I wasn't at my flat, and that he thought they ought to know".
"So he'd been watching your flat then". Will was starting to sound more concerned.
"Obviously. It made me feel slightly sick to the stomach to think about it. Fortunately Dad took the call and told him in no uncertain terms that it was none of his business where I was, and that his behaviour was totally inappropriate. He said if it continued we'd have no alternative but to take legal action".
"Have you seen or heard from him since then?"
"No, so I thought Dad's threats had worked. I'd actually managed to forget about him. It came as a bit of a shock when I saw his car tonight. I'm sorry Will. You shouldn't have to be burdened me and my problems".
"Don't worry about that sweetheart", Will replied reassuringly, reaching across to take her hand. "You could never be a burden".
Silenced then returned to the car. Elizabeth felt a considerable weight had lifted from her on sharing her anxieties with William, and she was comforted by his touch. Still, she reflected, though she had begun the evening with the anticipation of much pleasure, it had ended with much apprehension.
She tried to put her thoughts of Bill aside now, to concentrate on what had earlier happened with William. She had known it was inevitable that the question of sex would eventually have to be addressed between them, but she had not expected it to arise this early in their relationship. It had been easy to deal with this issue in the past. If a guy applied more pressure than she was comfortable with, she would just dump him. Her problem now was that she didn't want lose Will. He was everything she had ever dreamed of in a man, and she really wanted this relationship to have a chance. It was going to be uncomfortable she knew, but she would have to talk to him about how she felt. The longer she left it the harder it was likely to be. She was now upset by her reply to his proposition that she go home with him that evening; it could easily have given him a totally wrong idea.
William turned his eyes to her in concern on hearing her sigh. He experienced an overwhelming desire to protect her and to make her feel better. He gave her hand another squeeze before removing his in order to make a gear change on turning into his street. He'd heard enough of Collins's venom towards Elizabeth to know she was being rational in treating his behaviour as a threat. Will was also feeling a little guilty, because part of him was glad that Collins had given him this opportunity to look after her. He had been angry with himself for the forwardness of his advances that evening, and he was relieved this could give him the chance to regain any lost ground.
With his car safely locked in his garage he led Liz to his apartment. Liz noticed that it was very orderly, and though definitely a mans' domain, it was tastefully decorated.
"William, may I use your phone? I think I should ring home and let Dad and Janice know where I am, just in case Bill decides to ring and report on me again".
"Of course you can Sweetie", William replied. "Can I get you something to drink? Tea?... Coffee?... No?... How about a hot chocolate then? It will you make you feel better."
He left Liz to her phone call while he prepared the drinks. On his return it was obvious that she had explained the basics of the situation, and was now being further questioned by the person on the other end of the phone. She smiled her thanks to him as he handed her a steaming cup.
"No, you haven't met him... You remember Georgie? Well it's her older brother... No, not Richard, William...". She rolled her eyes at William and gave a wry smile. "It's fine Janice, I assure you I'm perfectly safe with him... I trust him implicitly... Oh, by the way, congratulate Dad, he won again... Yeah, I love you too. See you tomorrow".
"So you're not afraid to stay with me for the night?" asked William, who's concerns were greatly alleviated after hearing that he hadn't forfeited Elizabeth's trust.
"It's the lesser of two evils I guess", Liz answered cheekily, feeling much better after having spoken to her family.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't completely scare you off tonight", William told her frankly. "I'm sorry if I moved too fast. It's just you really are a very beautiful girl and I'm incredibly attracted to you."
"Here goes nothing" Liz thought to herself. It was time to lay her cards on the table.
"William, I think I may have given you the wrong impression tonight when I said I wouldn't sleep with you on a second date. I didn't mean to imply that all it would take would be a few more dates and I'd be yours. I really like you, and I think I owe it to you to tell you where I stand", Liz told him, nervousness evident in her voice. "I don't want to lead you on in any way. If you don't want to keep dating me, we can still be friends".
"Liz, I would really like to know how you feel", Will answered seriously as he moved over to her side. "I'd be grateful if you told me".
Liz went on to say that she'd never slept with anyone. She explained to him about the day, she was nearly sixteen and Jane was eighteen, when Charlie had arrived at their home totally devastated after her first sexual encounter. She had thought it was going to be an earthshakingly beautiful experience, but had found it frightening and unsatisfying. By the time she laid it all off on Liz and Jane she was feeling guilty and embarrassed, and was scared she might be pregnant or have aids.
Jane and Liz had comforted her as best they could. After Charlie left, they talked long into the night about what they would require in a relationship before they would fully give themselves to anyone. In the end they had vowed to each other that nothing but the deepest love and commitment would ever be enough to induce them to give this of themselves.
"Nothing I have seen or experienced since has given me cause to question that resolve", she continued. "I've watched Charlie and other friends move in and out of relationships, ultimately unfulfilled and dissatisfied, and it seems to me the greater the degree of physical intimacy, the greater the sense of hurt and betrayal they often display. None of them seem to be able to remain friends with their former partners. It all appears a shallow little dance in the end, promising so much and delivering so little".
William couldn't help but see the truth in her assertions. Hadn't he felt the same about his failed relationships. It was the shallowness of it all that had caused him to re-assess, and pull out of the game some years before. Still, he thought, with Liz it was different He realised he truly loved her, and longed to commit to her. This wasn't a matter of a passing infatuation. She had played on his mind for months on end. His affection was growing into a powerful love, but he was sure it was also a rational love. He respected her soul and her mind, her thoughts and her principles.
"So you've never felt you were somehow missing out? Have you never fancied yourself in love and found yourself in a situation were you were tempted to go all the way?" he queried, wondering about her past relationships.
"No to both of those questions", Liz honestly replied. "Janice once said something that really stuck in my mind. She said that to go further physically with anyone than you felt, was a lie. That it wasn't an arbitrary matter of 'this far and no further' and that's OK. Any physical contact that is not backed by appropriate feelings, is a lie. I've not been in a relationship where close physical intimacy would have been anything but a lie".Well not before I met you anyway, she added to herself.
William looked at her with an ever-increasing respect. He knew he would now do anything to ensure that this woman didn't get away from him. How was he to explain that his eagerness this evening had not been a mere physical whim, that he had waited for her for years? How could he tell her that she would be the first woman where the act of love making would not be a lie for him, that he was ready to commit his life to her. He was sensible enough however, to realise that if he were to verbalise his feelings now, they would just sound like lines, like manipulations to his own ends.
"Thank you for sharing that with me", was all he said. There would be time in the future to tell her how he felt, a time when she was ready to hear it. For now he'd let his actions speak louder than words in giving her the love and respect she deserved. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
Liz was happy she had told him, and grateful for his response. She was feeling more and more what a remarkable man Will was.
"So you're planning on going back down the coast?" Will asked eventually.
"Yes, Dad will take me in to make a complaint to the police tomorrow. He agrees Bill has gone too far. I'll get the train down".
"No you won't. I'll drive you", replied Will.
"You don't have to", said Liz. "Honestly, I'll be fine".
"But I want to Sweetheart. It seems to me that you've had the opportunity to meet all my family. Don't you think it's about time you introduced me to yours?"
"But it's not fair for me to pull you into this Will", Liz told him.
"You're not pulling me into anything", Will answered back. "I'm willingly volunteering".
"Have I ever told you how wonderful you are?" Liz murmured, snuggling further into his arms.
"No, but you can show me". He said as he took her chin in his hand and tilted her face up to his, kissing her lips lightly. "Now you can take my bed and I'll sleep on the couch".
"No, sleep in your own bed. Actually, you must keep your room much tidier than mine to be able to make an offer like that", Liz giggled.
"So now we're getting down to real sordid details", smiled Will. "I suppose we'd better try and find you some more suitable attire too. I don't have a clue what though".
A few minutes later however, Liz returned from the bathroom wearing an oversized T-shirt and some of Will's sports shorts with the drawstring pulled really tight. Will smiled up at her.
"Well I must say, that's the sublime to the ridiculous".
"Why, thankyou", Liz replied, sitting her self down next to him and placing a kiss on his cheek, to which Will replied with a more tender kiss on her lips. Neither of them slept in his bed that night. They fell asleep on the couch, Liz wrapped in William's arms.
Part 15
Liz woke the next morning to find herself alone. A light blanket had been thrown over her and a cushion tucked under her head. She stretched as she heard movement in the kitchen and smelled the aroma of bacon and eggs cooking. She sleepily made her way to the bathroom and rinsed her face with cold water. She grimaced as she caught her reflection in the mirror, and took the time to rearrange herself and brush out her long hair.
"So you decided to wake up?" asked William cheerily as she walked into the kitchen. He had obviously been up long enough to shower, dress and have a cooked breakfast well on the way. He looked gorgeous as usual, making Liz feel even more of a wreck.
"I hate it when people are chirpy in the morning", she replied. "Why is it that early risers always have such superior looks on their faces?"
William laughed at her as he placed a hot coffee on the table in front of her.
"Here, you'll feel better after you drink this and get some food into you."
Will was right, after breakfast she felt more on top of things and almost ready to face the day. The problem with Collins didn't seem near as oppressive in the daylight and she said as much to William.
"You know, if you have stuff to do", she added, "I'll really be fine getting home by myself".
"Just accept that I'm driving you", William replied. "It'll save a lot of arguing in the long run".
"I'll have to get some stuff from my flat if that's ok. I'm not travelling down dressed like this".
"I don't know why not, you look lovely".
"Liar", Liz smiled back at him. "But thanks nevertheless".
Half an hour later as they pulled into Liz's street they were both relieved to see Collins's car no longer there.
"Why don't you get yourself a coffee while I get ready", Liz suggested as they entered the flat. "I'm dying for a shower and a change of clothes".
As she slipped into the kitchenette to pull out the makings for a cuppa, a vague disquiet settled on Liz. She looked up and gazed around the rest of the flat with an expression of concern, which William immediately noticed.
"Is everything alright Elizabeth?"
"It's fine", replied Liz, trying to shake herself out of the sense of apprehension that was threatening to take hold. "I'm starting to develop an overactive imagination, that's all. I thought I'd put the coffee and sugar away in the cupboard, but it's out now. I must have just meant to do it and forgotten. It's of no import... You're ok if I grab a quick shower now?"
William assured her he was. He made himself a coffee and settled down with a P.G. Wodehouse from a rather good selection of books in Liz's bookcase. Liz eventually emerged from her 'quick' shower, looking fresh and alluring in a bath wrap, towel drying long strands of her wet hair. William thought he could cope with a vision like that on a more frequent basis.
"Sorry Will, I won't be much longer", she threw at him while disappearing into her bedroom. She was just beginning to slip out of her wrap when a slight movement reflected in her mirror, arrested her mid motion. She gave an unconscious cry of alarm as she turned to see Collins lounging in a chair in the corner of her room, his eyes fixed lasciviously upon her.
"Don't stop on my account", he instructed. "I'm looking forward to the show".
Elizabeth clutched the collar of her wrap tightly to her as she backed out of her room to find William already at her bedroom door, after hearing Elizabeth's cry.
"Has Collins been in there?" William asked.
"He is in there" Elizabeth whispered in reply, a slight tremble in her voice.
William made as if to enter the room but Liz would not release his hand. She pulled him back with her as Collins appeared in the doorway of her room.
"You shouldn't run away Lizzy, we haven't finished yet". Collins said ignoring Will completely. "I've been waiting for you all night. There's some things you need to understand."
"Collins, I think you had better leave now", William's authoritative voice cut across Collins.
"So you're giving it to him are you?" Collins asked nastily. Still not taking his eyes off Liz. "If you give it to him you can give it to me".
"Get out of my flat", was Liz's cool response.
"Not until I get some answers".
"I don't owe you any answers, now get out", was Liz's uncompromising reply.
"She pretends to be so pure and virginal, but she's nothing but a slag", he shot at William, looking at him for the first time. "I can't imagine she was much fun for you though, frigid bitch. Mind you, I could have taught her a thing or two that you might have liked. I still can, come to that".
He turned his revolting smirk on Liz and she felt her skin creep as he ran his eyes over her body.
Will handed Liz the keys to his car, and prised her hand from his.
"You don't have to listen to this. Wait for me in the car and let me deal with him. Lock the doors, my phone's in the glovebox... Go on, It's alright".
"Liz! Stay!" Collins demanded as she moved to the door. "You know I'm right. You know you really want me". He started as if to make an attempt to catch Elizabeth, but on seeing William move toward him he thought better of it, and turned his attention fully to Will. "I'm not leaving until I get what I came for from that stupid slut".
"If you really thinks she wants you, why is she always avoiding you?" William asked, realising his best option now was to keep him talking until the police arrived. He was sure Liz would be ringing them as he spoke.
"She's just a tease, pretends she isn't interested to get you all fired up. You know what they're like. They all want it, saying 'no' when they really mean 'yes'! She was happy enough to go off with you, wasn't she? Was she worth it? What was she like?" he asked, his interest apparent.
While William remained inside listening to the most perverted vitriol he had ever heard, Liz had indeed called the police, and then her father. She remained in the car talking to her father for what seemed like an indeterminately long time, as she waited for the police to arrive. She found not knowing what was happening inside excruciating, and she was anxious for the safety of William. It was all her Dad could do to convince her that Will would be able to look after himself, and she should stay where she was until the police arrived.
Arrive they finally did, in reality they had only taken about ten minutes. Liz said goodbye to her Dad and got out to meet them, giving them a brief summation of the situation. William and Collins were still standing facing each other. Collins looked across in surprise as Liz entered with the police.
"What on earth did you want to call them for?" he spat at Liz. "You're not needed here. There's no problem", he continued as he turned to the police.
"We'd like you to come down to the station to see if we can sort this out", said one of the Officers in a placating tone.
"I'm not going anywhere! I haven't done anything wrong!" Collins replied angrily, and sent a mouthful of caustic abuse at Elizabeth who had again moved to Wills side, seeking the comfort of his touch.
"That's enough, I'm arresting you for the use of offensive language, we'll sort out any other charges down at the station". Before Collins knew what was happening he was handcuffed and being led from the room, this time hurling abuse at the Officer.
The other policeman turned to William and Liz and began to question them as the phone rang.
Liz answered it to find her Dad on the other end. She talked to him for a short while before handing the phone to the policeman.
"He's on his way up", she told William. "He wants to be up here for the formal interviews".
"That sounds a wise. You go and dress I'll hold the fort here," he said gently, sending her to her room.
When Elizabeth returned she found William on the couch talking to the police officer. She sat beside him and he took her hand. She took comfort from his closeness and paid very little notice to what was being said, leaving everything to William. A numbness had overtaken her and it was as if everything were happening at some dimensionless distance.
Eventually the policeman took his leave. After walking him to the door William returned and looked at Elizabeth in concern.
"Everything is going to be alright now", he said, reassurance tangible in his voice. "Now how are you holding up?"
"If you hadn't been here..." Liz broke off, unable to continue. She buried her face in his chest and accepted the solace of his arms around her.
"But I was here Darling. It's alright now", he whispered softly, stroking her hair as she began to cry.
It was sometime later as her quiet sobs began to subside, that Elizabeth found herself returning somewhat to the real world. William was still holding her tightly. She became aware he was occasionally swearing under his breath, and she had to suppress some giggles that were threatening to arise between the sobs. This was the closest she'd ever seen him to losing his cool.
"I'm ok now William, honestly", she managed to get out, pulling back a little bit and wiping the back of her hand across her eyes. He handed her a tissue and looked at her intently to see if she was really recovering.
She felt self-concious under the intensity of his gaze.
"I must look like a wreck."
Will suddenly laughed.
"You must be feeling better if you're starting to think about your appearance. Don't worry, You'll certainly pass". And with that he took her face in his hands and tenderly kissed her.
Part 16
Elizabeth was somewhat restored by William's gentle attentions. There were moments when his touch or kiss almost drove all concerns about Collins completely from her head. His presence gave her a sense of security that lessened the apprehension of the legal rigmarole she was going to have to face on her father's arrival.
It occurred to Liz how greatly blessed she was to have these two men who loved her, who where there to step in to protect and care for her. Liz's thoughts startled her. Could Will really love her? She looked across at him and pondered this question, and instead of getting an answer to it, she was faced with others as equally perplexing. Of exactly what nature were her emotions for Will? How deeply did her feelings run?
"You're looking troubled again Sweetheart", William noted. "Do you want to talk it through with me, I'm sure it will make you feel better if we share it".
Liz suddenly found the mere idea of exposing such personal thoughts to Will threatening. She felt younger and more inexperienced than she had in years as she was suddenly hit by the realisation that she was truly and deeply in love with him. An insecurity overwhelmed her, as she comprehended that she couldn't expect William to feel the same. They'd only gone out twice for heavens sake! Sure, he cared for her and enjoyed her company, plus he obviously found her physically attractive, but that was a far cry from love. Confusion played on her face as William looked at her in anticipation of an answer. Liz however, was spared the necessity of reply by the arrival of her Dad and Janice.
William noted the relief on Liz's face as she rose to warmly greet her parents. Janice kissed her then stepped back to leave her to the comfort of her father, who was hugging her tightly and speaking soft words of reassurance. Although William had been previously informed of the fact, he found the youth of Liz's parents surprising. Her father was a fit, intelligent looking man just above mid 40'ies in age, and Janice was an extremely attractive woman who didn't look like she could be many years older than Will himself.
"You must be William, I'm Janice, Liz's step mum", Janice smiled At Will. "Thankyou so much for looking after our Lizzy".
"I'm just glad I was here", William returned. "She's an independent little miss, and she tried to tell me a few times that she'd be ok by herself. I shudder to think what may have happened if she had found him on her own".
"All I can say is, thank God that wasn't the case. We're truly in your debt".
William looked across at Liz He was fighting down a sense of disquiet on seeing her father had usurped him in his role as guardian and comforter. Will knew he had no right to take that role above her Dad, and suddenly felt like he was intruding.
"No doubt you all need a little time to yourselves", he said to Janice. "I'll give you some space and return in... what would you say? An hour?"
Janice nodded, already impressed by the little she had seen of this young man, and watched him as he slipped unobtrusively out of the flat.
Janice walked over to her husband and Liz.
"Do either of you want something to eat or drink?" she asked.
"A coffee would be great, thanks love", Thomas Bennet answered.
Liz however was not paying attention to the question.
"Where's Will?" she said almost in alarm.
"Don't worry, he's just gone out to give us a little privacy," Janice smiled. The urgency in Liz's voice was giving away a lot of her feelings for Will. "He'll be back shortly. Now before we get into the nasty stuff, tell us about this William of yours. I don't think I've heard you mention him before last night".
"He's not my William" , Liz blushed. Though I wish he was."We've only been out twice. I told you last night he's Georgie's older brother".
"So you met him through Georgie?" Her Dad asked, amused by the novelty of seeing Liz embarrassed over a man.
"No, I met Georgie through him. It was William who drove back with me from training", she explained. "I suppose we got to know each other quite well on the journey".
"He's a fast worker then", remarked Thomas.
"Dad, stop teasing! You know that's not what I meant". Liz shot at him, trying to suppress a smile. "He only asked me out toward the end of camp. I'm sure I've mentioned him. You two just don't pay heed to who I'm going out with most of the time".
"Well, we might if we thought any of them were going to last for more than three weeks", Janice laughed. "One week to think you might like them, one week to start discovering that you don't, and one week to break it off with them! That's the story of your romantic life so far. If William has been on the scene since the end of camp you must be serious! Why, that's over four weeks now."
"You two are terrible!" Liz had to laugh. "Well, I do like him. I admit it, and I'm sure you'll both like him too".
"He's not a bit old for you is he?" Thomas asked. "He's not expecting too much from you I hope".
"You're half again as old as Janice as he is of me!" she protested. "And he's never treated me with any thing but respect".
Her Dad laughed at Liz's defensiveness.
"Maybe it's my all too clear memories, of the feelings that I had for Janice, that are contributing to my concerns", he smilingly replied.
On William's returned he introduced himself to Thomas, who he found alone in the living area of the flat.
"Have the ladies gone out?" he asked.
"No, I've put them to work on the computer in Liz's room, preparing me some sworn statements. I can't imagine that Collins won't get bail, particularly if this is a first offence, so it's going to be important to get an Apprehended Violence Order against him as soon as possible. If he breaks it he'll be breaching bail conditions. I hope you don't mind if I get a sworn statements from you as well".
"Of course not. What would you have me do?"
"Liz tells me you work for Bob Crawford at the age", Thomas said. "If you're a writer what I'm going to ask of you may not be an easy task. I need you to record any dealings you have had with Collins in regard to Liz. Particularly those today, but also any that took place at camp. Now here's the difficult part. It must be written as a basic narration of facts, with no impressions or value judgements or interpretations. Just a basic 'he said... I said... he went...' I'm sure you get the idea".
"No problem", Will smiled. "So phases like 'and then the bottom dwelling scum said...' are out".
"I'm afraid so", Thomas answered ruefully.
"Thomas, I filed a report with 'The Program' on a counselling session I had to have with Collins in regard to his behaviour toward Liz. Would that also be helpful?"
"I'd be very grateful if you could chase it up. It'll be worth much more if it was written at the time, and it will be evidence of an ongoing difficulty".
William set to work on Thomas's laptop and in no time at all had his statement finished. He watched as Thomas read it through, an expression of increasing concern and disgust deepening into his features.
"Liz won't have to read that will she?" asked William. "I think she's experienced enough of the things nightmares are made of today, without having to face the things he said about her and what he'd like to do".
"No, I won't show her. It's only a truly sick mind that could come up with half this stuff", Thomas commented with disdain. "I've read similar things before, but you see things in a totally different light when they're spoken of your daughter. It makes me ill to think what may have happened had she been alone".
When Janice and Liz emerged from her room they found Thomas and William enjoying a coffee together and talking companionably. Janice was particularly surprised, as Thomas normally took a long time to warm to new people. She could only surmise that protecting a beloved daughter from a sexual pervert must do a great deal toward recommending a person to a father.
Both Janice and Thomas noticed that Elizabeth instinctively went to William's side and slipped her hand into his.
"Well, are we ready to face the police?" Thomas asked Liz with an encouraging smile, after reading over the reports.
Liz and nodded tried to look more confident than she really was.
"They'll need you down there as well William, if that's alright".
"I'll go with Will and meet you down there", said Liz, much to Williams satisfaction.
With the assistance of Mr Bennet all their business at the police station was concluded with reasonable efficiency and Janice proposed they all go out to dinner together. This idea was greeted very positively as everyone realised they had not eaten since breakfast. Even Liz managed to put her stresses behind her as they enjoyed their meal. William discovered that both Janice and Thomas shared a wickedly dry sense of humour that was extremely entertaining. He loosened up in their company, much as he did in Elizabeth's. Liz watched in satisfaction as the mutual regard between Will and her parents obviously increased.
As the evening wore on she had the opportunity to examine her realisation that she'd fallen in love with Will. As she reflected on it she was not surprised. There was no doubt he was very good-looking, there was definitely a strong physical attraction, but of far greater import was the way he treated her. He listened to her, he understood her, he accepted and respected her opinions. On top of this he possessed an innate intelligence, coupled with a self-sufficiency and gentleness of nature that were rarely met with, let alone combined.
At the end of the meal though, their thoughts invariably returned to the situation with Collins.
"You realise Liz that it would be wisest for you to find another flat". Thomas remarked. "And Sue too I would think".
William was relieved Liz's Dad had introduced this subject, as this had been worrying him too, but he'd wondered whether it was his place to bring it up.
"Well, Sue's been talking about moving in with Grant for a long time now", Liz replied. "She spends far more time at his place than the flat as it is, so I don't see there'll be any trouble there, But how will I find another place straight away. I don't want to sound like a chicken, but I'm loath to stay in any flat by myself at the moment".
Both Will and Thomas looked extremely relieved at her reply. They had both been concerned that Liz might choose to assert her independence over this matter.
"It would have been perfect if you could stay at the Gardiners, but they leave for six weeks overseas next week," said Liz's father. "May be we could ask the Crawfords".
"Actually", William added a little hesitantly. "This was worrying me too, and I took the liberty of explaining the circumstances to my mum. She'd be very happy to have Liz at home until something more permanent can be sorted out". He would rather have had her stay at his flat, but this was the best alternative. It would give him numerous opportunities to spend time with her in a protected, non-threatening environment. It would give her the time, he hoped, to come to love him.
Liz too, was very grateful for this option. She truly enjoyed the company of Will's family and felt at home in their house. Moreover she hoped this would give her the opportunity to be thrown even more often, into Wills society. She hoped that in time William's affections would grow into love.