-Grins- Didn't think this would pop up in your inbox eh? Anyways, decided I would get on with it and write chapter 4, damnit. I've decided to cut it off at 5 chapters, the last one being revolved around their love making. FINALLY, i've made you wait so long, haven't I? Anyways, my apologies for the icky references to blood and stuff...it couldnt be avoided I swear!

Midnight Rendezvous

Chapter Four: Love Me Tender

As soon as the light streamed through the cracks of the curtains, William Turner awoke. For a moment he was unfamiliar with his surroundings, but as he descended properly from his slumber, he began to realise where he was. He was in the guest bedroom of the Turner household. Why? Because Elizabeth was still menstruating, and he was unable to share a bed with her until she stopped. Which was…today!

Groggily, he sat up and ran a hand through his unruly locks, unkempt from his sleep. If you could call it that…thing is, Will didn't sleep well without Elizabeth by his side. He would toss and turn and pine for his love through the night, until he finally fell asleep around dawn. But Elizabeth was to never know this; it would only make her feel even guiltier about her women situations than she already was.

Well, as much as the two disliked it when Elizabeth had her monthly cycle, the whole process was rather necessary. If they wanted to conceive, Elizabeth would have to put up with the dull throbbing pain in her belly, the overwhelming feeling of bleeding and to be without her Will sleeping next to her for a few days. And he would help her as much as he could.

Slipping from the bed, Will walked over to the window and looked outside. The town was bathed in the soft fore light of dawn. Which meant…he would have slept no more than two hours, tops. He sighed, pressing his forehead against the cool glass, spying a man walking out of his home and readying a horse and cart, most probably for a day at the markets.

He moved from the window and slipped on a fresh pair of trousers and a shirt, then started tugging at his hair to rid it of the knots that accumulated over the night. Having no luck, Will settled for pulling it back in a ponytail, the ends tattered and rather frizzy. He shrugged it off, moving to the door and walking out quietly.

He walked to their bedroom and poked his head through, seeing her sleeping form curled up and facing him. Since it was in the last days of her cycle, Will suspected the bed sheets weren't overly soiled, which made his job of changing them a lot easier.

Will left her sleeping, closing the door quietly and moving downstairs to cook breakfast. He spied the rum in their liquor cabinet. Rum…he probably needed it, to wake him up after such a restless night. He bent down and took out a bottle, surveying it in his hands before uncorking it and sniffing its odor. Well…what was the use of the bottle if it was to just sit in the cabinet? Will stood and made his way to the kitchen to pour himself a glass as he cooked breakfast; bacon and toast.

Will piled the food onto a plate and then piled that onto a tray, so Elizabeth could eat upstairs in bed. He finished the contents of his rum, downing the rest of the glass in one gulp. Walking upstairs, carrying the tray in both hands, he made his way to their bedroom and opened the door just enough so he could peer inside.

Elizabeth was awake, brush in hand as she tended to her hair, which was messy from the night but nevertheless beautiful. She didn't seem to notice that her husband was peeking in and watching her until he cleared his throat.

"Knock knock, breakfast is ready," he smiled at her and pushed the door open completely with his foot.

"Oh Will, you startled me," Elizabeth held a hand to her breast as she attempted to calm her racing heart.

"Sorry," he apologized and walked in, setting the tray down on the side table. "So how's everything today?" he asked, standing in front of her.

"Wonderful Will, I'm almost finished," she grinned up at him, "Bet that's a relief for you, dearest." She added teasingly.

Will chuckled and bent down to set a good morning kiss to her lips, "More so a relief for my poor, tired eyes." Now that just slipped out without his knowledge.

Elizabeth looked up at him curiously, "What do you mean, Will?"

He hesitated, "I don't sleep well without you next to me." He admitted with a slight blush. Now he was being foolish…or was he?

"Come to think of it…neither do I," she reached out, holding him around the waist and leaning her head against his stomach, breathing in his scent. "At least last night was the last night we would have to spend apart for a whole month." She concluded, closing her eyes peacefully.

Will was stroking her hair lovingly, "Aye, but then again…'tis worth it in the end."

Elizabeth looked up at him with a curious stare but he said no more, instead picking up the tray of food and offering it to her, which she took gratefully. "Oh Will, this is glorious," she muttered, mouth stuffed full of bacon, "I was absolutely famished when I woke up."

Will grinned and sat in an armchair as he ate, watching his wife intently. Ever since they married, Will had let her known he didn't like it when she acted refined. It was if she was hiding her true self, and Will would have none of that! His one and only rule in his household was for Elizabeth to leave her manners at the door. If she wished to talk with her mouthful; so be it. If she wished to eat with her fingers; so be it. If she wanted to lie on the couch with her feet up, he didn't care. As long as she was herself, which was the most important thing in the world. Of course, Elizabeth insisted that rule be put on hold when they had company over, and Will could see the logic in that. It wouldn't be very flattering for them both to be stuffing their faces and talking with their mouth full at the dinner table in front of everyone, after all.

But as he watched Elizabeth eat, he could see how much she had changed since their union. She was no longer the prim and proper daughter of the Governor, naïve and innocent. At least not in the bedroom, he mused silently.

Elizabeth finished her breakfast and set her plate down on the side table, dabbing her mouth clean with the napkin provided, "Thank you my love, that was wonderful." She looked at him gratefully and Will's heart skipped a beat.

"I think I will go wash, I feel absolutely sordid just lying here," she declared and stood up, stretching her legs.

"Shall I go heat the water for a bath?" Will asked, clearing up the breakfast cutlery and plates, stacking them on the tray on their side table.

"Oh yes, please," she walked up and pecked him on the cheek, and then sauntered into the bathroom, keeping the curtains closed for privacy.

After the water was heated, Will was about to leave the bathroom when Elizabeth stopped him. Will looked at her curiously and Elizabeth looked up at him with that pleading look that he always encountered when she wanted something.

"Will you not stay?" she asked softly, a hint of trepidation in her eyes at the prospect of him saying no.

"You do not wish to wash privately?" he asked, a little surprised she would request such an invasion of privacy.

"Will, we share everything in this house. Food, water, sleeping quarters…there's no reason we cannot share a bath together," her eyes sparkled as she spoke.

Will didn't have to think twice; he was already removing his shirt. Elizabeth grinned and stepped over to the door, shutting it. She didn't know why, there was not a soul in their house bar them, but she shut it anyway, wanting to be closer to Will. She then walked over to the vanity and rummaged through the drawers for a candle, the room being rather dim since the curtains were drawn.

Lighting it, the image of her husband stepping out of his trousers appeared, and her heart nearly skipped a beat. His body was that of a god, she was sure; his shoulders were firm and broad, and his chest was muscled and well toned. Trailing her eyes down, she caught sight of the trail of hair running from under his navel, dipping into the sprinkling of hair around his most intimate area.

It was then Will caught her gaze and he smirked, "I'm assuming you like what you see?" he asked haughtily, "Your eyes just give it all away."

Her eyes were wide and full of lust and want for her husband. A week was a long time to be unable to participate in the regular activities that Will and she willingly partake in the bedroom. By all means, waiting made it all the more exciting and breathtaking, but come on, a week without her Will to quell her raging desire in a blissful night of passion that usually resulted in them both collapsing from exhaustion after said activities? Who could possible stand waiting?

And thinking about it made her all the more anxious and impatient. She quickly stripped down and kicked away her nightgown, the material blotted with just a few spots of the detestable substance (but really, it was hardly noticeable) that kept her away from her Will for a week.

Will seemed to sense her impatience, and it made him chuckle. Taking her hand, he led her to the tub, "After you." He muttered cutely, and she grinned and him before stepping in the tub, the water splendidly hot, but not too hot. Just perfect.

Will followed and soon both were immerged to their chests, with Elizabeth situated between Will's legs, her back facing him. She reclined back and rested her cheek against his warm chest, sighing aloud. Will smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head before he reached for the washcloth and soap situated on a little ledge.

Will lathered up the washcloth and ran it along her right shoulder, proceeding to wash her. Elizabeth smiled to herself as she relaxed under his attentions. Her mind was still racing with thoughts of their love making, calculating exactly how long it had been since they joined. Far too long by her standards. She neglected to mention anything until Will trailed the washcloth lower, rubbing her stomach.

"Oh Will…" she sighed, closing her eyes at the feel of his hands, "You have no idea how long its been since I've felt you touching me…" A slight blush crept to her cheeks as she spoke.

Needless to say Will's grip around her tightened, "I do know…" he whispered, washing away the soap from her shoulders before brandishing a path from one end to the other, tasting her delightful scent mixed with the warm water. "I've thought about you every night and what we could have been doing…there was only a wall separating us yet I felt miles apart from you. It's been too long…"

Elizabeth moaned softly as his fingertips brushed lightly over her peaks, before pinching firmly, feeling them harden under his touch. He rubbed with his thumbs, leaning his head on her shoulder to watch himself administer the routine on her breasts. Needless to say, it wasn't long before his hardness pushed into her lower back.

Unable to take it any longer, Elizabeth turned in his arms and attacked his mouth with fervor, running her tongue along his bottom lip before pressing against his entrance, begging to enter. Will's lips parted under the onslaught of her mouth and he groaned as she stroked his perfectly lined teeth with her tongue. Will took the initiative and hungrily enticed her to duel with him. For minutes they layed still, no sound heard except for the gentle noise of their lips moving in time with one another, and the occasional groan from either one.

Elizabeth didn't even register that her arms had wrapped around him in her passion, so as she pulled away (very reluctantly, mind you) from his mouth, she looked down to find one hand grasping his manhood firmly, the other buried in his gorgeous damp hair.

Will groaned and shuddered involuntary at the intimate contact, and Elizabeth took it as a sign, curling her fingers tighter around his throbbing flesh. Will's hand moved down and grasped hers, seemingly pushing it harder against his swollen appendage, silently begging for relief of this exquisite torture.

Snapping his eyes open, his mind registered the situation and with all his willpower, he pried her hand away from the area that needed the most attention on his body.

"Come…Elizabeth…lets take this to the bedroom…" He whispered into her ear, and she flashed him a desire-filled gaze before slowly pushing herself off his body.

Muahaha, i'm so evil aren't I? CLIFFY! HAHA!.