Hey guys! so sorry this is coming along so slowly...BUT i know - its hard to believe- i have a life. wow. ummm this could possibly be the last update for about a week. Spring Break is coming up and I'm going to be so freaking busy, its unblelieveable. I hope you guys will forgive me. Until then,chew on this, and be patient!

thanks sooo much.

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The next morning Will opened his eyes to see Elizabeth beside him, the first time he had rolled over to see her beautiful face in a long time. Her eyes were open as well and she grazed her hand across his cheek. "Good morning." She smiled.

"It certainly is love." He replied, laying his arm around her waist. Will tenderly touched her fingers, looking at each one intently. Slowly he moved closer to her, and grinned as he leaned forward, but Liz shook her head and pulled the covers up where he could only see her playful eyes. "No Will! I can't get sick."

He laughed and tried to pull down the sheets but she resisted. Will kept on tugging and looked up at her with sorrowful eyes for pity. "Come on Elizabeth, its just a peck, a small kiss… please!" Will reached around her and pulled her closer as he tickled her, he tried to hold her as she continued to fight back and went in to a fit of laughter, finally she escaped his grasp and stood beside the bed. "No sir, kisses are going to have to wait." She smartly said as she put on her robe. Will grabbed his pillow and bunched it up under his chin to look at her. But Elizabeth merely gave him another smile and threw him a lingering look as she stepped out the bedroom. Will collapsed defeated on his back and sighed… he could hear Elizabeth laughing from the stairway.

For the next couple of days Will rested, regained his strength and healed. Mr. Yates and his sons were nice enough to finish the stable without him. Elizabeth, no doubt offered to pay them for their efforts, but the men declined. Saying that 'it was their pleasure to lend a hand to such friendly neighbors.' They hay was even stacked in the loft when Will and Elizabeth finally went outside to take a look at the finished product. Will stepped out and shielded his eyes, as he looked upon the tall wooden edifice "It looks wonderful doesn't it?" He stated, a broad smile dominating his features.

"Hmm. They did a great job. We should have them for dinner sometime… when you're recovered and all." She said as she turned from the building and started to head for the door. Will caught her by the hand "I'm well recovered." He said, with a small glint in his eyes.

Liz gave him a coy smile in return as she laid her arms on his shoulders. "Are you…? I wouldn't want you to be doing anything detrimental to your health."

"Oh no." Will complied, a bit too easily. "I'm perfectly capable." He said, laying his hands on the small of her back, slowly bringing them closer together. Liz leaned in to kiss him. But Liz missed to the left, as if distracted. She spoke in his ear instead, leaving poor Will surprised and still poised for a tender kiss. "Oh Will, you need a bath." She said, running her fingers through his hair. "Filthy." She stated, shaking her head. "Come on inside, I'll boil you some water." She said, before disappearing inside. Again Will sighed and reluctantly followed.

Will glided into the warm water, sinking into its inviting security and aroma. He slid deeper in the tub and closed his eyes. After a minute Liz emerged from the doorway unnoticed. She lovingly glanced at her husband, then walked over to one of the linen closets and took out a rag. Will sat up abruptly. "Liz, you startled me."

"Sorry" she laughed, kneeling slowly beside him.

He smiled then looked at the rag in her hands and back to her.

"Here." She complied by taking the rag out and dipping it in the steaming water. "Relax."

Will gave her a 'what are you up to' look and apprehensively laid his head back on the rim of the tub comfortably. Elizabeth smiled at his playful antics and rang the rag to get the excess water out. Slowly she started at his chest and ran the cloth down to his stomach, taking her time to caress his body. Then she ran it over to his ribs, which made him slightly flinch and his eyes squinted open.

"You know I'm ticklish there…." He whispered.

She smiled, but said nothing. Instead she bent down and kissed his side. Again she dipped the rag and rang it. Then she dragged it from his arms to his collarbone and neck, allowing the water to slowly run down his length. She secretly admired him as she carefully and slowly continued to wash him. Next Liz held the rag and wrapped it around her two fingers as she gently wiped his face. Slowly she traced his old wound from the fall, taking great delicacy in cleaning it. Will flinched again, Liz assumed she had pressed too hard against the still tender area and leaned, and kissed it softly. The rag drew itself along his jaw line and forehead, and gently grazed his lips. Will shuddered. This time Liz couldn't help but laugh, so she willingly bent and kissed his lips. As she tried to pull back, Will's arms came from the water and wrapped themselves around her. His hands caressed her back and gently tugged on her hair. As the kiss deepened Elizabeth's passion grew in intensity with his…Her hands moved over his chest and rested themselves, one on the back of his head, and the other softly on his cheek. With her nightgown on she stepped into the large tub and sat atop his lap, never breaking their union. Will held her slightly, to keep her up. Elizabeth leaned forward, pushing him backwards, hardening the kiss, their tongues moving deftly across one another's, their lips gliding furiously. Will relished the taste of her sweetness. It had felt like a lifetime since he had properly kissed his wife. She on the other hand was almost in tears, joy and desire filled her whenever Will touched her, but especially now that he had come so close to death, the want for him and the need for him was fueled by their situation and love, she pulled him as close as possible, hardly any air separating the two lovers. When Elizabeth sat up, they rested their foreheads against each other, attempting to catch their breath. Will looked up; he could see her wet clothes adhering to her form. The thin white cloth clung to her every sensual curve. His hands tenderly moved themselves from her back, to her stomach and up to her chest, seeing that her nipples were already hardened. Liz breathed in sharply and began to furiously kiss him again, this time her hand ran down his side to his lower half, immediately tensing Will. Quickly she lifted the hem of her nightgown and ran it higher from her thighs.

"Elizabeth-" He lightly breathed

"Let me … Let me Will," She replied with a heaving chest.

Slowly she lowered herself on his hard member, the throbbing inside both of them was immediately fulfilled as they joined. Will rested his hands on her hips, settling himself to the position she was domineering. As he watched her above him, he looked up at her angelic face in pure ecstasy. Moving his hands gently down, he lifted the nightgown up and slowly allowed her to take it off. As they moved together, Elizabeth gripped his shoulders, bringing him closer to her. He kissed her neck and chest, gripping her hips once again, which did nothing but incise his wife even further. With labored breathing, Will felt himself release and Elizabeth tighten, a second later Elizabeth had felt her peak and ran her hands down Wills chest… he lifted her slightly above him again, as they molded with each other once more.

"Will…" she quietly spoke

"Elizabeth…" he replied, just as breathless

Elizabeth, with eyes still closed, touched his face lightly. "I was meant for you."

Will swallowed hard and gulped another breath of fresh air he shared with her. Pausing slightly to bask in their glow, and the love she radiated for him. He nodded slowly and moved a wet, stray hair from her face. "No… I was made for you… only you."