A/N - So, I'm back with another Will/Helen story for you guys! This time it's set just as that adorkably cute scene between Helen and Will (when they're sitting on the lounge and they get all nervous) ends. I decided that there really needed to be more, and while rewatching that scene, this little story popped into my mind.

Please don't flame me over any spelling and/or grammatical mistakes. I've just written this at 3am, but I assure you, I will be back later to reread it and to ensure that any stupid mistakes are fixed.

It is from Will's POV

Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Feeling the need to leave the room before the conversation headed into any further... topics, I used the excuse of heading to bed, to leave her presence. Though, Helen wasn't much help, wishing me sweet dreams.

After reminding her to put the fire out, she sent back a seemingly innocent reply, informing me that she never did. Seemingly innocent, save for the look she gave me and the tone of her voice.

Awkwardly smiling at her one last time I walked away, reaching and opening the door, before my mind decided that apparently I couldn't banish her from my mind that easily.

I found my eyes drawn back to her and the way her hand was nervously twisting a small part of her hair. My resolve to leave faltered as my eyes were locked onto the movements as she turned her attention back to her book, one hand still in her hair.

Before I had another coherent thought, I found myself letting the door shut once again and walking back over to her; Helen looking up as I came around the end of the sofa where she sat.

Surprise registered in her eyes as she looked up at me and I almost started in surprise when I found myself reaching out to touch her face.

Transfixed, she gazed up at me, waiting to see exactly what was unfolding.

Throwing all caution to the wind, my other hand joined my first on her face as I quickly brought my lips to meet hers. Though the kiss was only light, I felt, rather than heard, her soft gasp of surprise at my actions.

She may have been 157, and I may have been well into my 30s, but something made me feel like a teenager; awkward and shy, and only the soft touch of her hand at my side forced the realisation what I was actually doing into my mind.

Pulling back abruptly, I took my hands from where they were and forced myself to take a step back. To my surprise, however, the hand that had briefly touched me suddenly took hold of the front of my shirt and pulled me back.

The kiss this time was almost the complete opposite of the first; demanding and almost desperate, ending almost as soon as it began.

As Helen released my shirt, I stood up straight once again, noticing that her cheeks now had a distinct pinkish tint to them.

"Good night," I offered once again. Though the blush still tinged her cheeks, she smiled up at me.

"Sweet dreams," she replied, before casting her attention back to her book. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts, as I walked away towards the door, considering the fact that tonight they may be too sweet.

-fin-