Elizabeth took Will over to the corner at the far side of the room, not being very gentle.
"Elizabeth!" He cried in his mind. "You have to stop!"
His body however was holding her tight.
"Mmmhph!" Elizabeth moaned, sticking her tongue in his mouth. "Yushhhh."
His arms moved around her back and he felt her doing the same on his.
Then, her tongue liked his neck sending him into a wave of dizziness, delirium…
"Elizabeth." He said. He SAID. He could control his body again.
"Darling?" She cooed.
"I think-that we—we're- moving too fast." He said breathlessly. He scooted back slightly, his back against a window.
"Will." Her lips went wide, eyes very doe-like. "Please. Take me away."
"Lizzie. You're getting married. This isn't right." He pressed his lips together, closing his eyes. This was hard.
Elizabeth's chest rose slightly. Then again. Her white face was turning red as her eyes were starting to puff.
"Don't cry. I'll be fine. You're going to be one of the most successful wom-"
"No-"
"I just think we're moving too fast. I loved you, but it's obvious that I'm not going to be a safe man to be around. You can never be around me without-"
"Don't you dare. Don't. You. DARE. Try to make this better. I am not a toy! I am NOT a woman to be LOOKED after!" Her voice, which had started out in a low croak had turned into a frantic yell. Her chest was rising and falling faster and faster.
Will made the mistake of putting his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort and quiet her. The girl he once had a crush on.
"DON'T TOUCH ME." She pushed his hand back, shoving him back.
The window and Will, were thrown backwards out into the street.