A/N: Perhaps I should just make a story full of these drabbles, what do you guys think?

Pitter Patter

Pitter Patter was what Elizabeth Turner heard as she sat herself on the window sill, her right leg brought up and the other one put on the floor. She was in her and her husband's room, simply watching the rain. It was quite a pour down and usually it wouldn't keep Will from going to work...but it was a thunderstorm and when it was that, Will would not leave the house to go anywhere until it cleared up, knowing full well that it was not safe going out there.

And speaking of Will...where was her husband?

As on cue, Will stepped into the room and to Elizabeth's surprise, he was soaked to the bone. Will barely had time to shut door behind him because Elizabeth was already up and rushed over towards him.

"Will!" He looked up and a smile played his lips as he saw the love of his life.

"Elizabeth-" Will didn't managed to finish, for Elizabeth ushered him in the washroom and started to unhook the buttons on his shirt.

"Let's get this off," she said, sliding the shirt off his shoulders once it was undone. "We don't want you to catch a cold." Will was confused by her actions, not sure to be touched by her motherly acting or to be pleased to having be undress by her.

Elizabeth ran him a warm bath and instructed Will to wash up before exiting. Will did as she was told and moments later he was in their bedroom, his lower half wrapped by a towel. There was a fresh pair of trousers and a shirt, along with his undergarment laid out on the bed.

Elizabeth was back at the window sill and dared not to look while Will dressed, full well knowing he still felt a bit uncomfortable with eyes on him as he dressed. That and seeing Will nude always made her hormones go up.

She heard Will clear his throat and she turned her head, relieved to find him dressed. He had his arms crossed, a smirk on his face. Elizabeth only gave him a sweet smile and tilted her head to the side.

"I appreciate your reasons to get me warm but don't fool me like that again."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"A man can only assume when their wife starts undressing him and pulls him in the tub," Will replied. Elizabeth laughed softly and stood up. Will grasped her by the elbows and pulled her towards him until she was against his chest. Elizabeth ran her hand through his now damp hair and down his cheek but then she realized...

Elizabeth pulled back with a frown and Will was instantly concerned.

"What is it?"

"You tried to go to the smithy!"

Will's only answer was a smile. One of those sheepish smiles.

"It doesn't hurt to try, love," Will told her. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow.

"During a thunderstorm?"

"I must admit," Will's fingers ran through her soft curls. "it's not one of my good ideas."

"And you weren't going to tell me either." Will bit back a laugh at her pout. He could never resist when she did that.

"It was an attempt. If I were to really leave for work you know I would have told you. I hate to say that I was bored out of my mind."

Elizabeth smirked.

"Well, I'm sure there are some things we can do."

A/N: So, what do you think? Please review.