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Chapter 2
"Elizabeth? Are you okay?" Will asked, sounding concerned as they battled it out online on Halo that evening. Without bothering to answer his question, Elizabeth splattered another poor, innocent online player with the Banshee. "I sense some pent up anger toward these people online… that you've never met."
"No," she muttered unconvincingly. "Everything's fine." Back on the ground in the game again, she beat down three players in rapid succession.
Sighing, Will quit the game and set his controller down on the coffee table in front of him. He turned to face her on the couch, gently prying her own controller from her slender fingers. "What's wrong?" he asked gently, taking both of her hands in his. "Elizabeth?"
She shut her eyes tightly and shook her head stubbornly. Rolling his eyes, he leaned in to kiss her softly, but she remained unresponsive, even to the feel of his lips on hers.
Pulling away in frustration and releasing her hands, he said, "Just tell me what's wrong, Elizabeth. I know you're distracted by something. You might as well tell me what it is now."
She sighed heavily, slipping both her hands into his again, and said, "I talked to Jane before I came here."
"Yes, I was aware of that," he said slowly. "Is that supposed to surprise me?"
"It's what Jane told me that's bothering me," she told him.
"Well, what did she say?" he pressed on gently, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing circles on her hand.
"She got a letter from her aunt," she started slowly. "Her aunt wants her to spend the rest of the school year in California, attending a local magnet school."
"What?" Will said, his lower jaw dropping as he looked simply astonished. He quickly regained his composure and asked, "Well, is she going to?"
Elizabeth shrugged. "Attending a magnet school will certainly increase her chances of getting into college," she said, sounding uncertain, even to herself. "But… I don't know."
"What about you?" he asked. "What about me? What about… what about Charley? He'd be crushed."
"I know," she whispered softly, squeezing his hands in hers. "But I don't know what to tell her. She seems to be leaning toward going."
Will shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Let's not worry about it for now, okay?" he said. "It's Jane's decision to make; she's a big girl. We shouldn't worry unnecessarily about it, all right?"
"All right," she mumbled in assent. Biting her lip, she added, "Sorry I've been so distracted. I meant to be fully here and perfectly attentive for our date." He chuckled and pressed his lips to her forehead, his statement of his forgiveness. "Can I make up for it?"
"Certainly," he smirked, drawing her face close to his. He deftly caught her mouth with his own, his lips moving against her in a teasing manner.
She moaned appreciatively, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek as her lips responded to his. His tongue swept against her mouth, requesting entrance, which she granted to him, allowing him to explore the cavern of her mouth. He scooted closer to her on the couch, one hand resting gently on her thigh, the other stroking her hair tenderly.
Pulling his lips from hers, he began to trail kisses down her neck, causing her to moan his name aloud.
"Fitzwilliam."
The sound of his name from her lips in so breathy a tone caused him to grin against her skin, one of his hands sliding swiftly up her back to grip her neck. Reattaching his lips to hers, he angled her head backwards as she arched against him, both actions allowing him better access to her mouth. Pulling away, she quickly leaned in to nip his earlobe, which caused him to moan. She sat back into the couch, panting, breathless, and smiling.
"Thanks for that," he said, breathing laboriously in order to catch his breath.
"Believe me, Will," she said, grinning. "I enjoyed it as much as you did." He smiled widely at her, one hand reaching up to resume stroking her dark locks. Suddenly, she asked, "Was there a reason you were so nervous when you were asking me to come over when we were leaving school?"
"Actually, yes," he said, looking flustered all of a sudden. Distracted by her previous moodiness, he had completely forgotten about his ulterior motive for asking her to come over. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Talk away," she instructed him, looking at him expectantly with her brown eyes.
"It's kind of an awkward subject," he babbled. "And maybe tonight isn't the best time, I wasn't counting on you being distracted anyway… and maybe I should just do this tomorrow or something…"
"Fitz?" she said, raising her eyebrow at him. He looked up curiously. She only called him 'Fitz' when she was dryly amused or when he was doing something stupid, two events which usually coincided with each other. "You're babbling."
"Oh," he said simply.
"Just tell me what you wanted to talk about," she urged him on. "Go on."
Sucking in a deep breath, he said quickly, "How do you feel about sex?"
Her eyes widened, more so in surprise than in offense. "What do you mean?" After examining him silently for a few moments, she said, "Are you asking when I intend to have sex?"
"Yes… and no," he said slowly. "I'm not trying to pressure you into anything… I was just wondering, is all. I just… I wanted to know. I'm sorry." He hung his head in sheepish shame, as though he believed he had done something wrong.
"I don't intend to have sex until I'm married," she replied, smiling at him. "I'm still a virgin, Fitzwilliam."
"As am I," he said swiftly, lest she think otherwise. "It just… I just… actually, my mom brought it up the other day."
"Oh?" she said, looking curiously. "Pray tell."
"She commented on what a good relationship you and I must have, having been going out for a year and half… and she kind of asked if we had had sex yet. I told her that we hadn't, but it got me thinking that… I didn't really know your views on it. So… yeah," he said, finishing lamely. Looking up at her, he said, "You know I'd never force you into doing anything… right?"
"Of course I know that, William," she said softly, causing the corners of his mouth to kick up in a smile. She only called him 'William' when she was being serious. Then she chuckled. "I love how sweet you are when you do this stuff. Most guys wouldn't ask about it, they'd just assume that I'm dying to sleep with them."
"And how is that funny?" he questioned, referring to her chuckling from just a few moments before.
"I was just thinking of how different you are now than when I first met you," she said. "I love the real Fitzwilliam Darcy."
Smiling broadly at her, he shyly said, "But I can only be myself with you, Elizabeth."