AN: This is just a series of vignettes of our OTP kissing in the rain. This is the first installment. There will for sure be a second round.

Summer 1988

They were waiting in line for the Monster Coaster. It was just after noon and the temperature topped 100℉. Henry and Elizabeth stood side by side, shifting uncomfortably having exhausted polite conversation. It was just their third date. Henry wondered if this would be the last. They had really hit it off on the first date and had continued the trend on their second date, but now, wandering around the carnival had been rather lackluster. He looked over at Elizabeth. Her blond waves were swept up in a loose bun on top of her head. She wore a white cotton sleeveless shirt and denim shorts that hugged her small frame and white canvas shoes. Her skin was glistening and sweat made the tendrils of hair next to her ear stick to her face. She was so beautiful, Henry had trouble regulating his breathing.

Elizabeth looked up at Henry and smiled, then looked away bashfully. He was handsome. Somehow his sandy brown hair was resistant to the sweat that was plentiful on her own body. It blew loosely in the hot breeze. He had on a red t-shirt and khaki shorts and sandals. Other than the beads of sweat that formed along his brow, he looked amazingly cool. She wondered if Henry was losing interest. He hadn't said a lot on this date. On their previous dates, they had both talked non-stop. She supposed it was the heat, and her general nervousness about all carnival rides. It wasn't exactly that she was scared, but she just didn't enjoy them all that much. She'd agreed to come today because it was Henry and she didn't realize that she would likely melt before she ever got to an actual jerky, poorly maintained carnival ride.

The bright light shooting through the sky dragged her from her thoughts and it was quickly followed by loud thunder. "This doesn't look good," Henry said.

"At least we may get some relief from the heat," Elizabeth commented.

The dark ominous clouds rolled in and people started scattering. The wind picked up, but it was cooler. When it hit Elizabeth's damp skin, she shivered. "We should take cover," Henry said, noticing her goosebumps. Elizabeth saw the lightning in the sky a second time and pointed as the low rumble of thunder shook the ground.

"Maybe that's a good idea," she said. They started to make their way across the fairgrounds to Henry's car when the sky opened up and rain pelted them. Most people were running for shelter, but Elizabeth stopped, looked up at the sky and turned in circles. "This feels so good," she yelled over the roar of the rain, now falling in sheets..

She stopped and looked at Henry, who was watching her while wearing a goofy grin on his face. He reached out to her. "Come here," he said. She took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled close to him. "I'm sorry this date has been a little off," he whispered in her ear.

Elizabeth pulled back to and looked at him for a moment, then she placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his ear close to her mouth. "I have really high hopes from here on out," she said, her voice low and seductive, causing Henry's stomach to tighten. She placed a row of kisses along his jaw before letting him go. He stood up straight and studied her. Her face was wet from the rain, but her eyes were open wide, ready to accept whatever he may offer. He leaned back down and captured her lips in his before targeting her bottom lip, sucking it gently and letting his hand drop dangerously low on her back.

"I feel like we should go to the car and practice this a little, while we wait for the rain to stop," she said.

"Practice makes perfect." He grinned and pulled her along beside him as they ran to the car.

Fall 1992

Elizabeth leaned against a stool in the middle of a meadow. "Can someone please tell me what the hell I agreed to here?" she muttered under her breath. Henry laughed as the photographer directed him to drop his chin and step a little closer to Elizabeth.

"Wedding pictures are a treasure for a lifetime. Now smile, babe," he said, using his best ventriloquist act.

"I guarantee that I'll be thinking something particular when I see these. Even in my old age." She smiled and the photographer snapped several pictures.

The wind kicked up. "Good news! I have enough hairspray and bobby pins in my hair that no amount of wind is going to move this do!" Henry dropped his head on her shoulder and laughed heartily, causing the photographer great distress.

"Babe, let's help the poor woman out. Besides, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can get to the reception, and the sooner we get through that, the sooner I can whisk you off and get you out of this fabulous dress and have my way with you." Henry kissed the shell of her ear and ran his thumbs down her bare spine.

"What's next?" Elizabeth called. With her on board, their pictures went rather quickly and they were walking back to the car when the sky suddenly clouded over and tiny raindrops started to fall.

Elizabeth smiled at Henry. "Rain is lucky for us,"

"It is," he said, pecking her on the lips. "Jump up." She shot him an confused look. I'm going to piggy back you to the car, otherwise you are going to get soaked.

"Okay, but this dress probably weighs 30 pounds," she said.

"Babe, I'm a Marine. My pack weighs more than you and the dress, and I carry it for miles."

She grinned, hiked up her dress and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and let him lift her off the ground. "But your pack probably doesn't nibble your earlobe or kiss your neck," she giggled. Henry groaned.

The rain started to fall harder. When Henry got Elizabeth to the car, he set her on the ground. "It's payback time," he said, pressing her between himself and the side of the car, kissing her passionately. She might have lodged a protest about her dress getting dirty, but she couldn't put two thoughts together, instead she moaned.

Spring 1995

"Henry," she called from the nursery. "Henry?" she called a second time. When he didn't come, she maneuvered past the boxes in the hallway and made her way down the stairs to the living room. "Henry?" Still no answer. Looking out the window, she saw the spring rains falling. She smiled. The flowers the last owners had planted might last a while longer. She was still looking out the window as she crossed the living room. Misjudging the size of her ever-growing baby bump, she ran into a box marked "Photo Albums." "Oooph," she grunted. "Sorry, baby girl," she said, rubbing the spot on her stomach, hoping that it wouldn't leave a bruise.

Her mind drifted back to Henry, and she looked out the kitchen window and smiled. He was sitting on the back porch drinking a beer. It was something he refused to do in front of her, now that she couldn't drink while pregnant.

She slipped through the door and sidled up beside him and brushing her hand through his wet hair. He jumped, but looked up at her smiling sheepishly. "I needed a break." He helped her sit down next to him on the step. He set the beer bottle to the side.

"I don't mind. You can finish it. Besides, I'll get it second hand," He grinned and swallowed the last bit. She took hold of the back of his head and leaned into him, plunging her tongue into his mouth. He shifted his weight and turned into her, placing his hand on her stomach. The rain had picked up and when she pulled back a raindrop landed on her nose. Henry kissed it off.

"You're getting awfully wet," Henry said.

"Yeah." She leaned in kissing him again. "You know, we haven't christened the shower yet." Henry stood and pulled her to her feet.

"That's a situation that needs to be remedied immediately."