AN: Thanks for everyone who took the time to read this and review! I am aware of the relationship between Booker and Elizabeth, I have beaten the game twice, but I still chose to write this fic because someone was going to eventually, and in some world, somewhere, maybe they aren't what we think they are. And these are such great characters, why not have some fun with them?
Booker muttered a curse to himself when he saw the Columbia Police checkpoint. The cops were asking for identification and doing a full search, and neither appealed tohim right now. As he started thinking whether he could talk his way through the checkpoint, Elizabeth whispered to him, "Mr. Dewitt, over here" and hurried over to a side door with a large padlock on it. Booker saw Elizabeth crouch down in front of the lock as she pulled a bobby pin from her hair. With surprise in his voice he whispered, "What are you doing?".
Elizabeth continued to work on the tumblers while she whispered back, "You're a roguish type, what does it look like?". "Where did you learn to pick locks?" he asked as she pushed the door open and hurried them through. Elizabeth turned to him with a coy smile and said "Trapped in a tower with nothing but books and time on my hands? You would be surprised at some of the things I know how to do."
"I'll bet I would" thought Booker as he looked around the room for supplies. This mysterious young woman he had been hired to find was certainly easy on the eyes and there was something infectious about her energy. Then Booker noticed how quiet it was and turned to Elizabeth to see her giving him a pointed look, "You know you were thinking out loud just then." Bookers jaw dropped as he though to himself, "Shit, this is going to complicate things."
Elizabeth continued to stare as she walked slowly towards him, "Mr. Dewitt, I may have been trapped in a tower all my life but I am not oblivious to the world. You have had your eyes on me since you found me dancing on the beach." She paused, only a foot away and looked up at him, waiting for a response. "Well I...uh...I was hired to...watch over you so I mean...I was just...you're..." He started to stammer out as he avoided those big blue eyes that twinkled with some sort of hidden energy. Elizabeth took another step closer as she spoke, "If you have some sort of feelings towards me Mr. Dewitt, then maybe you should act on them, as I have only read about the next part of this interaction and am unsure of what to do now that I am in the situation."
Booker looked at her as his mind was trying to catch up and realize what she wanted. He saw a mix of uncertainty and excitement in her eyes as he placed his pistol on the table and raised his hand to her face. He softly cupped her cheek and leaned in as she moved with him, until their lips met in a soft kiss. He held it for a moment, feeling her lips against his before pulling away and looking at Elizabeth. "So that's what it feels like" she whispered as she opened her eyes and slowly took a step back.
Booker started to speak, "Elizabeth I..." She had a finger on his lips, silencing him before he could finish as they both heard footsteps outside the door. The sound faded away after a moment and a calm silence returned to the room. "Whatever this is, has been or will be, this is not the place to continue Mr. Dewitt, when we get to that airship and make it to Paris, we can continue to explore it." She said, then as she continued to walk through the room she turned with a smirk and said over her shoulder, "I'll be happy to show you what else I've read about when we're safely out of this city." Booker picked up his pistol and began to follow, thinking to himself, "This job just got a whole lot more interesting".
