Eliza carefully walked into Henry's house, closing the door soflty. She was silently grateful at not giving Mrs. Pearce back the spare key to the house. She wanted to be with him, even if it would take him eternity to realize what he had. She loved him and she couldn't just walk away, no matter how hard she tried.
In the next room over, she could hear Henry's phonograph playing the recording of their first meeting. She shook her head at the thought of him literally sitting there, intently listening to her voice. If he cared for her so much, why couldn't he just bite his lip, swallow his pride, and tell her so? Was it so hard for him to open up a little? Apparently so.
She snuck into his living room, her eyes moving over the working phonograph to Henry. He was slumped over in a chair, with his elbows on his knees and his hands entwined. He sure looked upset. She watched him as he sighed and looked down to the ground.
A small smile graced Eliza's lips as she turned off the phonograph. "I washed my face and hands before I come I did," she drawled in her cockney accent. "Eliza," he said, surprised. After a moment or so, he smiled. She watched him as he leaned back in his chair and placed his hat over his face. "Where the devil are my slippers?" he joked and sighed.
She walked over to him slowly, unsure of what to do. She stopped near his chair and bit her lip. "Higgins..." She leaned down to him and pulled his fedora off his face. He was surprised but he didn't move away. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. His expression was hard to read. He seemed happy at the fact that she was back, surprised too, but he also seemed nervous at her close proximity. He wasn't pushing her away though, and that gave her more confidence.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice smooth like warm butter. He already knew the answer so he didn't even know why he'd bothered asking. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked in reply. She moved to lean down to him but she slipped on the old hangarian rug and nearly fell. He caught her and pulled her onto his lap. "What are you doing?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "What does it look like I'm doing?" he drawled back, smirking. To that, she had to laugh.
"Kiss me," he dared her, his breath warm against her face. She was taken aback for a split second but when she recovered, she leaned into him. She brushed her lips with his ever so lighty. As Henry's eyes slipped closed, his hand moved up to cup her cheek and pull her closer. She opened her lips to his as the kiss deepened. Her whole life flashed before her within the span of a few seconds. And, it seems, the only good parts that were worth remembering were with Henry Higgins. As they kissed, she tried to remember how he felt, smelled, and tasted. She wanted to have this moment to look back on forever, no matter how this day ended.
Finally, they pulled apart. Their minds were both reeling and each was trying to catch their breath. Henry sighed happily as she touched his cheek. "So you'll be staying, then?" There was humor in his voice but happiness, too.