AUTHORS NOTE: Seeing as how this is Nancy's point of view, please note that the scenes of Oliver getting arrested and the like won't always appear unless she's involved and will therefore be replaced by another period of time in her life.
Later that night, Nancy sat gazing about their little room in Benthal Green whilst reading her journal, when Bill quietly came into the room. Her eyes darted quickly up, fear still lingering in their midst, and tension surfaces upon the air. When their eyes met, Nancy stealthy stashed the beloved item in a crook behind her chair and looked down at the dusty, cracked hardwood floor, avoiding the home wrecker's eyes.
His gaze was soft and warm, however, very unlike him tonight, giving her the chance to ever so leisurely stand up and walk silently to her closet. Nancy took the opportunity to get changed for the nighttime to evade the inescapable.
"Nance" he said with a whisper barely escaping his lips. It was gentle and had a soft-spoken undertone to it, so unlike Bill of the last few days previous and almost melodious in his own way of speaking. Her heart exploded with relief as he smirked charmingly at her, swiftly gliding his coat off and onto a chair and gently touched the curve of her shoulder. Like a dance, she moved slowly forward, wary as if to make a step wrong. But something in his manner had changed; though she couldn't place it for the life of her. So she carefully placed her hand upon his cheek and kissed him gently upon the lips. The red head pulled back lightly and looked into his large blue eyes, which were shining with a stormy blue surface that saw to her very soul. He guided his hand up her arm, deftly brushing her smooth skin. She looked down at his hand; not daring to fall into the sea of blue that was looking at her long and hard. A lone tear trickled down her right cheek, the clear liquid staining her creamy skin a tinge of pink.
"Bill." Nancy whispered. "You're not angry with me?" She was overwhelmed with emotion and wonder.
He smiled for what seemed like the first in a long sequence of time and shook his head, his locks budging ever so slightly. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her into him, and kissed her hard-the force of passion surging throughout her, his rough hands caressing the small of her back. She was so relieved, she kissed him back desperately, kissing him all over on his lips and his cheeks and his neck. As they stood there kissing and holding onto one another, both parties accepted that they had finally reconciled.
2nd Author's Note:
TBC don't worry, I'll have updates very soon. I know it's been a long time, but I kind of was not into the writing at the time because nothing seemed to fit Nancy's character the way I was wording it. I'm working on chapter10 this very minute and any suggestions are welcome. Please please review, as this is one of the very few Bill and Nancy stories out there. hint there needs to be more. –Aeropostale Fanatic