Here's another, read and review. Not sure if the rating should be higher so be ware kiddies. There is some hardcore violence and drug abuse. Heh. Heh.
Apologies if it's no good. Enjoy anyway.
27A Wimpole street was bursting with activity on the day before the wedding. Eliza's belongings were already being moved into her new residence and her friends marched around the house, ordering servants with last minute gown alterations.
Mrs. Higgins joined the ladies in the reception room as they fiddled around with a box of jewlery. Eliza sat there as the other girls pushed rings onto her fingers and chains around her neck. She was like a toy doll, they were playing dress up.
"No no! The ruby!" One of her friends screeched out loud. This made Eliza pay attention to what was going on.
It also made Henry wince in the other room. At least her friends won't be around to make a racket anymore. He had decided he would not attend the wedding. He never went to them and he was not making an exception for Eliza.
Henry Higgins sat silently, waiting, just waiting.
At around 3.05pm the doorbell rang with a supposed special delivery. A maid was heard opening the door, then heading into the reception room.
Eliza was presented with the largest bunch of flowers she had ever seen. Her eyes lit up with delight at the arrangement. Maybe marriage wasn't so bleak after all.
"Oh how romantic!" Mrs. Higgins exclaimed as she looked on with delight.
Eliza flicked off the small note, she unfolded it and began to read it privately.
I did not buy them from you..but for you..
Higgins
She felt her heart quicken, she folded up the note abruptly before putting on a forced smile for the other women.
It made her happy to recieve the flowers but she also read it as an insult. He had reminded her of her past, of what he had taken her from. She was partly glad to be out of that house, they both had grown tired of the games.
Higgins finally retired to his room at about midnight. He had not seen or spoken to Eliza since morning. He was also unsure whether or not the flowers had the desired impact. It didn't take him long to prepare for sleep and soon he found himself drifting off.
He was awoken by a sudden knock on his door. Higgins sat up sharply in his bed, adjusting his pajamas. Before he could answer the door crept open. He could see Eliza stood in his bedroom doorway. Her small frame was illuminated by the landing lanterns left on. Henry was about to say something but she stepped into the room and quietly closed the door behind herself.
By this point Eliza tried to keep herself calm, she could feel her hands shaking nervously at her sides as she walked to his bed.
"What the devil are you doing?" Henry managed to mummer out in his usual tone.
Eliza did not answer him and simply climbed into the bed beside him.
"Eliza? Have you lost any sense? I do not know what you are-." He stopped as her hand brushed against his cheek. She was laying on her side, facing him. She had already slotted the bed cover over herself. The moonlight and streep lamps from outside brightened the room slightly. Henry remained sat up straight, his mind was descending into a panick. He moved her hand away from his cheek, but kept a subconscious hold on it.
"Go back to your bed, now Eliza." Henry looked away from her, not moving however.
Eliza was bored of the righteous facade he wore so often. "Henry please.." She shuffled herself up to him, leaning as she began to plant kisses on this neck.
Henry Higgins was a man, a man who had resisted advances before, a man who could only admit defeat by giving in. Slowly he sank to lay down next to her.
Not another word was spoken, they shortly began embracing, kissing eachother, speaking a thousand words with no sound. Both of them had lost all control and finally were just two people.
It did not take long for Henry to take control. Eliza's nerves were calmed by his confidence. There was of course a short fumble of clothing, Henry tried not to stare at what he had dreamed of for too long. He started carefully, shifting above her, attentively working her into a comfortable state until the two began to move in a very passionate union. Both were not startled by the others eagerness. They were lost in eachother. They were equal, they were governed by their bodies, not minds, for once. The emotions driven by the situation brought them both to a united end.
After it all had happened, they lay there side by side, holding one another. There was nothing to say as the pair drifted off to sleep.
Henry was woken in the morning by a knock of the door. He looked straight to where Eliza had slept, she was no longer there.
"Professor, breakfast is ready" The maid outside the door spoke.
Henry was not listening. Had he dreamed it all? Surely not. There was no time for these thoughts, he got himself presentable for the breakfast table.
Pickering was sat, already eating his breakfast whilst reading the newspaper. He watched Henry enter.
"Higgins, you look anxious this morning? I hope you haven't got pre-wedding nerves."
Henry tried to come across composed, however the whole situation was distressing.
"The wedding. I had almost forget the thing. Damned nuisance if you ask me."
"There's an army of women here, getting her ready."
Henry sat at the head of the table, hardly touching his breakfast. He zoned in and out as Pickering waffled on as usual.
"I say Higgins, are you still not coming today?"
Henry sent a long glance towards the ceiling.
"Perhaps I should."