WOWOWOWOWW. I know I said that I was going to try to get this story done, but so much has been happening. School, the stupid boy I wasted so much time on, work, new tv shows, and family stuff got pretty crazy and my life has been pretty crazy. Things are sort of slowing down, but at the same time, it's not... I'm in Spain right now. WUT. I'm in Madrid for 5 weeks, then I'm going to Rome for a study abroad program. And, while I was out, I got a bunch of emails reviewing this story. I partially forgot about it, but today, while I was taking the metro, I reread what I did have and I remembered why it had become so hard to write about it. This story can go one of two ways, most of you that actually read it are probably going to hate it. That's okay. I'm sharing my story with you, so make it your own, imagine a different scenario, or a different problem; have creative freedom to think about what other obstacles Lizzie and Will might need to overcome. Then if you'd like, share them with me, and the other people reading this story.

Foreverandeverandever thank you for reading.

Dinner ended and Mr and Mrs. Bennet offered to clean the table.

"So we have to say bye tonight?" Will asked.

"Yeah, unless you show up at the airport again. But you're not going to, because you're going to be with Gigi."

"Do you not want me to?"

"I do, but I want you two to talk or whatever. I told you before that I didn't want to come between you two."

Will and Lizzie were outside leaning against his car.

"You'll come visit soon right?" Lizzie asked.

"Of course. And until I do, we'll be having all the skype sex."

"It's not as good as the regular kind." Lizzie leaned into him. She reached down and felt his penis. "I like feeling how hard you get from me touching you." She let go and whispered in his ear, "Or not touching you."

Lizzie pushed her body closer to his, "you know how much my body craves your hands all over it. When you pull on my hair and make me moan and make me scream in pleasure."

Will grabbed Lizzie by the wrists, "fuck you're not supposed to do that to me Goose."

"Why not?" She winked.

"Come home with me tonight?"

"I don't think so Mr. Darcy. My sister and I are going to get facials- mud masks…."

Lizzie corrected herself.

"Fine."

"Goodnight William."

"Goodnight Elizabeth." He hugged her and kissed the top of her head, "I love you."

He sort of froze, "sorry, that just came out. I wasn't-"

"I love you too Stud." She kissed him on the lips.

When Lizzie was back in Derbyshire she was swamped with paperwork. She had been trying to recover from the two days she missed when she went back home. She had three reports to file, a presentation to finish for Nicholas and on top of that, she needed to decide whether she was going to take the job with Greg Spencer or not. First thing was first though, she needed to unplug her TV. Lizzie was sitting on the couch, reading the reports, and charts. It was usually so easy for her to get distracted, but rather than the distraction coming from the TV, she sat remembering the dirty things she and Will did on the couch. Damn it Lizzie, you need to stop, and get some work done. Lizzie got up and sat on the floor with her back to the TV, and kept working on the report. She had analyzed some data, and was working on putting it into a presentation. It was too difficult, except that she kept getting distracted by her growling stomach. She could use a break, she had been working really hard after all.

She changed into decent clothes and walked outside. She hadn't texted Will all day because she knew he was going to be busy with Gigi. She ordered Chinese food for herself and waited. All of a sudden, she was very aware about how much her life had changed in the last couple of weeks. Before she and Will got back together, she was obsessed with her television. She would get distracted from a show, but now, she didn't have too much time to watch, if she wasn't working, eating or sleeping, she was talking to Will. Will started to consume her life again, and with very little effort.

Was it bad that she was just letting him? Things were similar to how they were before. If their time apart didn't change all that much, what was the point of them separating in the first place.

Lizzie was stuck in this cycle of thinking and overthinking everything she and Will had done. She was scared of it changing. She stared at the food in front of her, then back at her phone. Would she talk to him about it? Should she?