When he spotted her across the street, he ran to the side of the car and she let the window down, "come inside the house Lizzie." She shook her head no. "Fine, then I'm going to coming in because it's freezing."
"No, just go back, we can talk later." She turned towards him.
"I'm already here." He sat, looking at her. Being in such proximity to him made her want to kiss him, punch him, and hug him all at the same time. "What's chewing you up Lizzie?" He reached out for her hand, but drew back when he realized what he was doing.
"That." She sighed, "exactly that. I want you to be able to reach out and touch me. I don't want to keep being angry all the time. I don't want to hate you."
"Then don't Lizzie." Everytime he said her name, it sounded so foreign. She half expected him to call her Goose, but she pushed it away from her mind.
"But if I didn't Will, if I didn't force myself to think I hated you, I wouldn't…" her voice dropped, "Why don't you hate me? You have to actually hate me."
"I did… hate you… but then I realized that I hated myself more." She looked up at him. His eyes were sad despite having a small smile on his face. "I couldn't put all the blame on you."
"That's when you started smoking?"
"I try to hide it, but I think everyone knows I do it."
"It's definitely not attractive." Lizzie said harshly. "I'm sorry."
"You said that already Lizzie." He adjusted in the seat, "Why are you here Lizzie? What did Jane and Charlie tell you?"
"You had a girlfriend?" He looked kind of shocked she brought it up.
"Oh…" He took time before he answered the question. "We weren't even dating that long, but I was so into her. Looking back now, she was definitely in it for the money…" He paused again, "Then I saw her and George Wickham, I saw text messages-"
"George Wickham?"
"Why do you think I was so mad when he was touching you Elizabeth?" She looked at him with a blank expression. "He had his hands touching you, and I couldn't stand it. Him touching Anne, I was angry, but when he touched you, I punched him."
"You punched George?" Lizzie smiled, "You? Mr. Love, peace, never punch another human? You punched George Wickham?"
"Twice… I was defending what was right, and he was certainly wrong."
"Well they cheated on you."
"It's better than leaving two weeks before the wedding." He let it slip, "wait, sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"No, I understand. I bet you've been waiting a long time to say it."
"Why did you leave me?"
"I told you everything that night."
"What you told me were lies," he was starting to get angry. "I know you didn't mean it, and that was all bullshit Lizzie."
She shook her head at him, "I don't remember."
"What did I do? I racked my brain for years trying to figure it out, but I don't- were you not happy with me?"
Lizzie exhaled unevenly, "No, no, it's not like that William." She closed her eyes tight, "I heard you and your uncles talking that one night we went over for a party." She looked into his eyes, as if she was looking for answers. "I heard you talking about my job offer in Derbyshire, and how you wanted to stay with me. You wouldn't have been able to run your parent's business from two time zones away Will, that would've been ridiculous. I couldn't let you do that. I was incredibly selfish for wanting to go to Derbyshire." She started crying, trying to convey the right words. Trying not to hurt each other's feelings went flying out the window. "I had to leave you because I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if I knew I was the reason why you couldn't work."
He was quiet for a long time. The cold from outside was creeping into the car. "You didn't even talk to me about that."
"I know- I know what you would've said."
"You didn't talk to me, you made that decision for both of us. You wouldn't have been able to live with yourself, but it was so goddamn hard to learn to live without you in mine." He shook his head, "goddamn it!" he cursed. He was breathing heavily, trying to make himself not cry. Lizzie inched her hand closer and closer to him. "Why don't you have a boyfriend in Derbyshire?"
"What?"
"Why aren't you seeing anyone else?"
"Well, I went through a really really bad breakup. The guy I broke up with was my best friend for so long, and it was so hard to not call him every night." She met his eyes, "Every time I did try, someone always did something that reminded me of you. My feelings for you are so strong, and moving on meant having to forget you. That's impossible."
He turned towards her and took her hand. She moved in for the kiss, and when her lips finally met his, she let out a soft moan of relief. A spark inside of him woke up, and his hands found her back. He pulled her over to him so she was straddling him. His lips were so soft against hers, like they always had been . Her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck. Will's lips moved down to her jaw, then to her neck, making her head roll back. His fingers ran up and down under her sweater, sending shivers across her whole body. He was the first to stop, he looked at Lizzie, sitting on top of him, he couldn't help but smile a little. She realized her actions too, and quickly retreated back to the driver's seat. She cursed to herself quietly and apologized again.
"Stop apologizing Goose." He was sorry he called her Goose. "Let's just go inside, please?"
She nodded, "yeah, fine." She wasn't fazed when he called her Goose this time. She had missed it. She straightened out her hair and followed him slowly.
The inside of the house was completely different than when she was there last. The last time she was there, almost everything was ready for when they would be living together. The living room was taupe with white trimming and dark wood furniture, the kitchen had white walls and grey cabinets, and marble countertops. They had already planned which pictures would go where in the hallway, but it was all gone now. He had to get rid of those memories and try to push her away and out of his mind. Gigi probably redecorated it for him. She did, however, see a familiar metallic elephant sitting on the edge of the bookshelf in the corner of the room.
She stood across from him in the kitchen, she still felt electricity in the air after the kiss. If she took another step towards him, she might not be able to stop herself. He didn't want it, that's why he stopped the kiss. She bit her lip as she thought about what to do. He was getting water out of the fridge. It was impossible for Lizzie to not look at his ass. She was a woman, and he was a man, and he was truly blessed with such a nice ass. She subconsciously took note of how it looked now.
She must have been staring for a long time because he caught her. He put down the glass of water, "screw it." He crossed the room in a second and held her face in place as he kissed her hard. His hands took her back and scooped her up she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt the wall support her back and her hands flew to his hair and she tugged a little. She heard him grunt a little and they were moving again. It seemed like a second, but they were in his bedroom, on the bed. He was still kissing her while she whispered sweet nothings into his ears. Lizzie was laying down, as Will took his shirt off. She felt his abs and the light hair that led down. He kissed her neck and around her jaw, then to her neck again. He started to push up her sweater, exposing skin around her stomach. She took it off and started to push down her pants.
Will looked down at the view in front of him, Lizzie Bennet in her bra and panties. There were dark markings on her his that caught his eye. He smirked to himself and took a deep breath, taking in the image. He kissed the valley between her breasts, paying attention to each one. Lizzie reached back and unhooked her bra. Will pulled it off and flicked his tongue across her nipples, biting down ever so lightly. Lizzie let out a moan. Her hands pulled at his hair again, pushing him down to touch her body more. Will touched her tattoo, and left butterfly kisses around it, "so hot." He breathed out.
She was 14 again, sitting in the Darcy household which was across the street from her house. She, Lydia, Jane and Will were sitting on the couch watching Top Gun. Jane was going through a Tom Cruise obsession, she had posters and posters of Tom Cruise and Leonardo DiCaprio plastered all over her walls. She somehow convinced everyone else to watch Top Gun with her. She and Will shared the smaller couch, as she leaned against him and he draped her arm around her.
"Hey Goose, you big stud! Take me home or lose me forever!" Lizzie mocked over and over. She and Will laughed as Jane gave them death glares. Lydia laughed along because everyone was laughing too. Jane threw a pillow at Lizzie and Will, and they used it to cover anyone's view of them kissing.
"Goose, speak to me." Will recited during the scene. He leaned down to Lizzie, "speak to me Goose." She bursted out laughing, enjoying herself. Jane turned the movie up louder and when it ended, she dragged Lydia back home and left Lizzie and Will laughing.
Lizzie woke up in his bed. She felt his arm draped around her waist. She peeked over his shoulder, it was a little past 8. She needed to get home. She laid back down for a moment and watched him sleep. Will looked peaceful and happy. His mouth was open just the slightest bit. He was breathing steadily. Lizzie pecked his cheek softly and got out of bed. She searched for her clothes and put them on. She closed the door behind her slowly, sneaking one last look at Will.