A/N: Hey again. Thanks for the reviews...you guys are great! I'm sorry for not updating sooner; I won't bore you all with excuses, though. This chapter is going to be a little different than the others...I'll let you read in peace now. Enjoy!
A/N: Also, I don't own Willie Nelson or his song Stardust. For anyone who hasn't heard it, please listen to it...it's beautiful.
Chapter 11, Rain
Morgan sat quietly in her chair on the back porch, looking out over the hazy field, and munching on some venison they had made from Jack's and Jade's deer. It had been a week or so since they had killed them, and Jack still hadn't quit boasting about his. Morgan smiled, something she hadn't done since the hunt. Everyone had noticed her melancholy mood, and Jade had asked her what the problem was. Morgan had answered with a shrug; partly because she didn't want to talk and partly because she didn't know what the problem was herself. Now, five days later, however, she had had time to figure out what was making her withdraw more and more into herself. She let out a deep sigh and thought back to the day when the four of them had been sword fighting. As she reminisced, dark clouds started to build up, and it began to rain.
(((Flashback)))
Will came and sat down next to Morgan. They had just finished fighting (and Morgan had beaten him!) and were now sitting quietly, each with their own muses. Morgan snuggled up closer to Will and relaxed, her eyes closed. After a few moments, Will put his arm around her, and a shock like ice-cold fire suddenly whizzed through Morgan's body.
(((End Flashback)))
Morgan reclined in her chair and finished her venison. It thundered, and the rain started falling harder.
(((Flashback)))
They were in the truck, driving out to their hunting stands. Will asked why he couldn't shoot the big buck Morgan had just told them about, and he gave her puppy-dog eyes. She didn't show it, and answered him with a smart remark, but on the inside, she melted and her resolve shattered.
(((End Flashback)))
Morgan sighed again. It was getting on towards 6:30 P.M., and the sky was dark with clouds, making it seem even later. She shook her head. Every time she looked at Will; saw his handsome features, his kind face, his caring eyes, his loving soul; she trembled inside and forgot about everything but him. It had taken her a while to figure out why she felt this way, but now that she had, she was unsure. She felt love. Love. It was the first time she'd ever felt it, and the emotion was overpowering. It scared her. She didn't know what to do; whether to embrace it, or walk away, or to try to understand it. Morgan wanted so much to welcome this newfound love, but she was deathly afraid that Will might not share her feelings. She was so caught up in her confused thoughts that she didn't realize there was someone else in the room until a gentle hand touched her face. Morgan opened the eyes that she didn't even remember closing and looked straight into the gaze of Will Turner. She immediately began to tremble and tried to look away. He didn't say a word, but tilted her chin up and stared into her eyes. In that second, both Morgan and Will found the answers and assurance that they had been searching for, and neither was unsure. Will's hand went to her shoulder and slowly began to bring her towards him. Morgan began to tingle, and timidly whispered, "Will?" He put his finger on her lips to hush her and brought her closer. Their eyes met and held, each reflecting the other's love. For a second they gazed, inches away, and then their lips met. Time halted, and the world around them spun out of existence. All Morgan and Will knew was the warmth of each other, the satisfying taste of salty sweat and sweet lips, and the combination of Evening in Paris and the smell of fresh rain. When they finally broke apart, Morgan clung to him. They sat for hours in each other's embrace, until the sun had set and everyone had gone to bed. The farm was dark and the rain poured unceasingly. The lights were off, and Morgan was relaxed in Will's arms, when a tune began playing on Jade's radio in the other room. The slow, soothing melody of Willie Nelson's "Stardust" drifted out onto the porch. Will smiled and got up. "May I have this dance?" he asked warmly. Morgan grinned and nodded. Will took her hand and led her through the back door out into the torrential downpour. He held Morgan close, and she laid her head on his chest, and slowly they danced in the rain. They didn't care that they couldn't hear the radio any more, or that they were soaked to the bone. They danced all night, until the water had ceased running down their skin and stars had risen to take the raindrops' place.