In the Rain
For theimpossiblegll - Brandon finding Marianne.
There are thoughts. Thoughts of publicising this man, this libertine, this pitiful excuse for a suitor. Thoughts of thrashings and one solid fist to each eye so that Willoughby might never stare at her again so, from under those deceitful lashes.
Brandon has many thoughts as he shifts her weight in his arms; each is dismissed as quickly as it arrives. For she is here in his arms, her body shivering, gooseflesh on her delicate skin. And it matters not what he might do, because Marianne does not need his ire or his indignation. He will be what she needs.