A/N the beginning of this is probly crap coz I was completelly stuck for
things to write at the beginning, but it does get better!! I sorta
discovered italics at the beginning of this, tehe
- Will. It was Will. And not just Lyra's imagination showing him sat there beside her. He looked older, a thing she had never quite been able to master in her imagination. How could that be.
He turned his head, his eyes widening in shock. It was Lyra! She was staring at him, wearing the same expression that Will imagined he wore. Then she looked down at his lap:
"Will?" she said. "What the hell is." But as she spoke Will suddenly realised that this was real, it was true, she really was there and also spoke up.
"Lyra? You're.your really there?" he said.
"Yes." she stammered, feeling faint and frozen in place. "I -" She stopped, to bewildered to speak.
Will blinked again and again, looking down at his hand to certify it was indeed touching Lyra's. Lyra! Wow! That was just. just to. he couldn't even think of what to say. couldn't comprehend the enormity of what he was seeing. Suddenly he noticed once again the weight of the child on his lap. He went to pick it up and move it away, thinking it had no right to witness this special moment between him and his beloved. But then he heard Lyra gasp.
Lyra was in shock. She could barely breath. There - there! - was Will. Will! She clasped a hand to her chest to try and suppress her heart, beating so fast it would surly explode. This was impossible, this was stupid, why did she have to have fantasies so real. I mean, look, there was Jarron on his knee. Wait. Jarron? She gasped.
Will looked up, jumping at the sudden noise Lyra made.
"Jarron?" she breathed. "How did you get here?" she looked from him to Will. "Will.will. what, what are you doing with Jarron?" She found it hard to form the words she was speaking, it was impossible for her to think of any word to say to Will, the love of her life.
Will looked puzzled - oh how gorgeous he looks when he's confused, Lyra thought - he didn't know what Lyra was talking about. Lyra was talking about! Lyra was talking to him! It was Lyra! He looked down at the child, was that who Lyra meant?
The child - Jarron Will told himself - looked up at him and said decisively "Da." Will raised his eyebrows wondering what on earth the child was going on about. But that wasn't important, all that was important was Lyra. He moved to put the child down, but lyra reached out and picked him up.
Their hands brushed.
Lyra felt her fingers tingling, and she puled away, putting Jarron on her lap. The little boy was giggling, he seemed to find the two teenagers discomfort highly funny.
"Will." Lyra reached her hand towards him, and touched his cheek. Will could not move. He was frozen. It was as though she had bewitched him and the only thing that he could move was his eyes. Oh, her hand was the softest thing he had ever felt, there were no words to describe it. He could remember the way her skin had felt against his that day, oh so long ago. It brought back feelings no one had made him feel since, it made him feel alive.
"Lyra", he breathed again, is blood pounding s hard in his ears he could hardly hear himself. With one touch she had ignited so many lost felling, so many buried emotions he could not breathe. Stretching out his arm, Will touched her hand on his face with one of his own, barley putting pressure there, in case she broke
It was as if they had both suddenly realised this was real, for suddenly the tension broke, and before either knew what they were doing, they kissed, tenderly, yet passionately - which was no mean feat with a 3 year old child on Lyra's knee.
They broke apart, still clinging to each other faces, for if they let go, it might all end.
'If this moment doesn't last any longer,' Will began, 'I just want you to know that I love you. I love you with every fibre of my being and nothing could possibly change that. Not now, not ever.'
'And I to!' Lyra exclaimed passionately. 'I love you Will Parry! I love you! I love you, I love you! And I want everyone to know it!'
They clung to gather again and kissed, all else was forgotten, Jarron, the park, their lives, everything. It al faded into oblivion and all that mattered was that they were together, finally, after 4 years of hurt pain and wanting, they were together.
- Will. It was Will. And not just Lyra's imagination showing him sat there beside her. He looked older, a thing she had never quite been able to master in her imagination. How could that be.
He turned his head, his eyes widening in shock. It was Lyra! She was staring at him, wearing the same expression that Will imagined he wore. Then she looked down at his lap:
"Will?" she said. "What the hell is." But as she spoke Will suddenly realised that this was real, it was true, she really was there and also spoke up.
"Lyra? You're.your really there?" he said.
"Yes." she stammered, feeling faint and frozen in place. "I -" She stopped, to bewildered to speak.
Will blinked again and again, looking down at his hand to certify it was indeed touching Lyra's. Lyra! Wow! That was just. just to. he couldn't even think of what to say. couldn't comprehend the enormity of what he was seeing. Suddenly he noticed once again the weight of the child on his lap. He went to pick it up and move it away, thinking it had no right to witness this special moment between him and his beloved. But then he heard Lyra gasp.
Lyra was in shock. She could barely breath. There - there! - was Will. Will! She clasped a hand to her chest to try and suppress her heart, beating so fast it would surly explode. This was impossible, this was stupid, why did she have to have fantasies so real. I mean, look, there was Jarron on his knee. Wait. Jarron? She gasped.
Will looked up, jumping at the sudden noise Lyra made.
"Jarron?" she breathed. "How did you get here?" she looked from him to Will. "Will.will. what, what are you doing with Jarron?" She found it hard to form the words she was speaking, it was impossible for her to think of any word to say to Will, the love of her life.
Will looked puzzled - oh how gorgeous he looks when he's confused, Lyra thought - he didn't know what Lyra was talking about. Lyra was talking about! Lyra was talking to him! It was Lyra! He looked down at the child, was that who Lyra meant?
The child - Jarron Will told himself - looked up at him and said decisively "Da." Will raised his eyebrows wondering what on earth the child was going on about. But that wasn't important, all that was important was Lyra. He moved to put the child down, but lyra reached out and picked him up.
Their hands brushed.
Lyra felt her fingers tingling, and she puled away, putting Jarron on her lap. The little boy was giggling, he seemed to find the two teenagers discomfort highly funny.
"Will." Lyra reached her hand towards him, and touched his cheek. Will could not move. He was frozen. It was as though she had bewitched him and the only thing that he could move was his eyes. Oh, her hand was the softest thing he had ever felt, there were no words to describe it. He could remember the way her skin had felt against his that day, oh so long ago. It brought back feelings no one had made him feel since, it made him feel alive.
"Lyra", he breathed again, is blood pounding s hard in his ears he could hardly hear himself. With one touch she had ignited so many lost felling, so many buried emotions he could not breathe. Stretching out his arm, Will touched her hand on his face with one of his own, barley putting pressure there, in case she broke
It was as if they had both suddenly realised this was real, for suddenly the tension broke, and before either knew what they were doing, they kissed, tenderly, yet passionately - which was no mean feat with a 3 year old child on Lyra's knee.
They broke apart, still clinging to each other faces, for if they let go, it might all end.
'If this moment doesn't last any longer,' Will began, 'I just want you to know that I love you. I love you with every fibre of my being and nothing could possibly change that. Not now, not ever.'
'And I to!' Lyra exclaimed passionately. 'I love you Will Parry! I love you! I love you, I love you! And I want everyone to know it!'
They clung to gather again and kissed, all else was forgotten, Jarron, the park, their lives, everything. It al faded into oblivion and all that mattered was that they were together, finally, after 4 years of hurt pain and wanting, they were together.