A/N: Another MODERN drabble, I know my drabbles are sometimes a bit longer than the rules apply but its hard for me to stay within the 300 word limit, I'll get better…hopefully!

Drabble: Car

William Turner had been driving around the streets of London aimlessly for hours. He was simply trying to buy more time with his girlfriend who sat contently in the passenger seat next to him. When he finally decided to pull over they had reached a small road amidst a wooded area just outside of central London. With a heavy sigh he reached for his key and slowly turned the ignition off. Now, they were alone in the dark.

Elizabeth unbuckled her seat belt and Will quickly followed her cue. Before he knew it she had pulled her bare legs up above her seat, gracefully climbed over the shifting stick and maneuvered herself on top of him so that she could sit on his lap while her legs straddled his lower half. She could feel the steering wheel pressing against her back, so she leaned in closer; her face inches from his, so close that he could feel her breath.

She brought her lips to his and in response he leaned his head back and opened his mouth in anticipation of the sweet taste of her cherry lip-bomb.

Elizabeth could sense his desire for her touch as he began to shift his legs from under her. Little did he know that in those moments she wanted…no she needed him just as much as he needed her.

But instead she pulled back and quickly caught his attention.

"What's wrong?" he asked just above a whisper. He placed his hands on both sides of her hips and circled his thumbs against the exposed skin of her midriff.

A malevolent smirk grew on her face. Elizabeth then reached down and pulled at the lever that adjusted his seat and sent them both flying backwards.

"WHEEEE!!!" she screamed like a child, before the seat stopped abruptly causing her to crash down onto him in a fit of giggles.

Will shook his head at her absurdity.

"I'm sorry" She couldn't stop the laughter now "I've just always wanted to do that." She finished and then began to undress herself.

"Well…come on then!" She nodded, encouraging him to follow her lead.

And of course…he did.

-Fin.

MMM…can't you just see the steam on the windows now? In my head there is a Jack/Rose moment (Titanic), where Rose presses her palm against the window and slides it down leaving a print in the steam against the glass. HAHAHA I think we all secretly want to do that someday. Am I wrong? Let me know!