A/N: Okay, I'm sorry about last week. I went on a retreat over the weekend and totally forgot about uploading, else I would have done it early Saturday morning. After staying up really late Friday night to finish the chapter. Because, yeah, I just finished it. Anyway, I hope you like.

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Elizabeth glanced around at the bags littering her room. She had pulled every single one that she owned and began packing things into them. Most of her shoes were in bins in the closet, so they didn't need packing. Clothes, books, keepsakes, blankets, and the few stuffed animals she had left over from her childhood had been stripped from the room. The only things that remained were the pieces of empty furniture. The room looked a little forlorn, but she was glad to be out of it.

"That it?"

She turned to Will. "Yup, that's everything."

Will picked up a few of the bags full of books and moved towards the door. Elizabeth followed suit.

***

The room she picked was very close to Will's. It was, in fact, the one right next to his. He smiled to himself as they unpacked her bags.

"I think," she said wryly, surveying the finished room, "that I'm going to need a few more bookcases."

"And the understatement of the year award goes to…" Will replied. Elizabeth laughed. There were still three bags, large bags, full of books to be unpacked, and the bookshelves in the room were completely stuffed. "Anything you want can be added," he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes and smile full of love and trust. He couldn't stop himself. He bent down and kissed her tenderly. She gave herself totally into his embrace and returned it with just as much fervor.

When they broke apart, Elizabeth rested her head on Will's shoulder. "An armchair," she said eventually.

"What?" he asked.

"Besides the bookshelves, that's the only thing I need. An armchair, like the one I had in my old room."

He remembered it. It had sat next to one of her bookshelves, with a lamp next to it. He recalled being sent up to her room by her mother often enough to find her reading in it. The time he had found her wearing glasses while sitting there, he hadn't said anything, simply pulled her out of the chair and kissed her relentlessly.

"Okay," he told her, "but only if you promise to wear your glasses when you're reading in it."

Elizabeth blushed. "I only wore them that day because my contacts were bothering me."

"Maybe you should let them bother you more often," Will told her. "I think they're sexy."

Elizabeth's blush deepened. Will grinned.

He glanced around the room. Though she had just moved in, it already showed his girlfriend's personality. The bookshelves contained everything from romance novels to battle manga; her laptop sat on a desk; the walls were covered in sticky notes containing carefully penciled drawings, quotes, and notes for books; her dresser-top was a mass of organized chaos in the form of statues, a couple small jewelry boxes, each containing a different type of jewelry, and a collection of old movie-ticket stubs; the bed in the corner was queen-sized, standing a foot and a half off the ground, much different than her old twin-sized mattress lying on the floor.

Elizabeth sighed softly and leaned against him. "It's perfect, Will," she said.

"Fits its owner, then," Will told her.

"Delude yourself all you will," Elizabeth shot back, "but I never have been and never will be. You're the perfect one."

"I believe," Will replied, "that, as always, we will have to agree to disagree on this matter."

Elizabeth giggled. "How many times has it been now?"

"If I haven't won yet, not enough," he said, grinning and kissing her on the nose.

"Thank you, Will," she said after a moment.

"For what, darling?" he asked.

"For everything. For saving me from George, for pulling me out of one of the darkest parts of my life, for getting me out of that terrible place." She paused. "God, I sound like a bad romance novel."

Will hugged her gently. "It's all right. I know what you mean. And you're welcome."

They stood there, looking around the room a minute or two longer, before Will said, "Ready to start our life together?"

"I thought we started that when we met each other," Elizabeth said.

Will grinned, and they walked, hand-in-hand, out of the room.

A/N2: No, this isn't the end. There'll probably be one more chapter. Lizzy still has to meet Georgie! You didn't think I'd forgotten that, did you?