The ringing phone woke Lizzie.
She groped for her trousers and pulled them towards her. She retrieved the phone from a pocket, pressed the screen and put it to her ear in one motion.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie, where are you?" the voice on the other end demanded.
She sat up on the edge of the bed.
"Oh. Hi, Will."
"Are you ok?" concern coloured his voice.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I just... fell asleep,"she finished lamely. "I'm so sorry."
"No, it's fine," he replied soothingly. "I was just worried when you didn't turn up. I guess you needed that sleep, huh?"
"Yeah, I guess I needed it."
There was a noise behind her which sounded suspiciously like a snort, she resolutely ignored it.
"Well, I guess I should let you get back to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow then?" There was something pleading in his tone, he still doubted their relationship.
"Tomorrow," she nodded although he couldn't see her.
"I love you."
"Me too. Bye."'
"Bye, sleep well."
Lizzie pressed the screen of her phone and dropped her hand into her lap.
She turned around to face the other occupant of the bed.
George Wickham half lay, head resting on his hand, sheet down around his hips revealing his excellent abs.
"I guess you needed it," he said with a smirk.
His mouth was on that little nub, sucking for what felt like forever. His fingers brushed her labia and her body could hold it in no longer. She shook, she shuddered, she bit her lip to keep in the moans but little wimpers escaped. When she stilled he placed his palms on the back of her thighs, pushed them up and moved his mouth down. His tounge caused aftershocks to jolt through her.
He kissed his way up her belly heading for her breasts. He lifted her shirt and somehow manged to remove her bra at the same time, a skill learnt from experience she supposed.
He was small where she was used to being stretched, a disappointment after the lead up. He guided her on to her knees, and then, she could feel him. By the sounds of things it felt better for him too. Was he going to? No, yes. He didn't last long in that position.
"George, what are you doing here? Sorry, what I meant to say was 'what the hell are you doing here!?'"
"Well, it's good to see you too peach." He accompanied this with what in other cirucumstances would be referred to as a charming smile.
"George," she warned.
"I still have a key," he shrugged. "It's not like they use this place much so I crash here from time to time."
"You shouldn't be here."
"What are you doing here? No Darcybot in tow. Trouble in paradise?" He moved towards her.
"No, of course not. I was just leaving to meet him. I - I need to leave." She backed away from him, uncertain.
"Oh, is that what you need?"