Sorry about the delay. I got home on my scheduled day, but my TIPression(.net/wiki/TIPression) was a creative block.

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Two months later…

Melchior let himself out of the house later than he would have liked. His parents had stayed up well into the night arguing about something- most likely their son.

His feet moved as quietly as they could on the soft grass; Melchior wouldn't risk running until he was well out of sight of the house. He was supposed to meet her now and still had a way to walk.

She was waiting by the tree on the edge of the graveyard that had become their meeting place. Wendla was braced against the back of the trunk, eyes skyward, staring at the stars. The old willow's mammoth branches twisted upwards towards the night sky, not quite managing to completely obstruct her view.

"They're beautiful tonight." He said, crossing over towards her.

Wendla's lips drew back into a wide, unashamed grin when she heard his voice."Hello Melchi." She sat fully upright and extended a hand that Melchior eagerly accepted, helping her to her feet.

"Have you been waiting long?"He didn't relinquish his hold on her hand. Wendla wrapped her free hand around his waist, drawing herself closer to him. Melchior released her hand, and returned her gesture.

"No." She replied, breath warm on his neck. "Not for you, anyway." Wendla stepped back, loosening her arm's hold, but not dropping it."It's been two months. Melchi, I'm ready."

He didn't meet her gaze. "I'm not-" Melchior stopped himself. He untangled himself from Wendla's arms, keeping hold of one. Melchior led her to the base of the tree a few steps away. He sat, and she followed suit, before stretching out beneath the tree and lying her head in Melchior's lap.

"Maybe we-" He paused again. Melchior let his hand trace her features before tangling in her hair. He didn't speak.

Wendla had enough of the silence. She sat up, and oriented herself so that she was sitting directly across from Melchior."We should leave, before it's too late." Her voice was more commanding than he'd ever heard it, but the last few words revealed how scared she really was.

"Just give me a week." Melchior bargained.

"You said that last-"

"Please?" He interrupted." I just want to make sure you're ready."

"I am." Wendla said, exasperated. "I've been fine for weeks."

"Are you sure?" Melchior's voice was heavy with concern.

"Certain. I haven't felt any pain, any discomfort, lately."

Her words hung in the air for what felt like hours.

Melchior finally broke the silence."Okay. We'll leave…next week."

She looked at him planning to argue, but upon seeing his expression she gave in."Promise me." Wendla answered, defeat coloring her voice.

He put an arm around her, in an attempt at comfort. "I do. We'll get out."Wendla put her small hands onto the sides of his face, and drew herself up to press her lips to his. Melchior returned her kiss. She deepened it, pulling him even closer. Her hands moved to the collar of his shirt, where they began work unbuttoning it.

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I hope you'll forgive my lateness (and this short chapter). I promise you loads of fluff in the next update (which will happen soon. I promise.).

And if you're following my other story, that will also be updated shortly.