AN: The next couple are shorter in length and I thought about combining them, but then decided that it would be more fun to post something every day. I always get excited when I see something new posted. Thank you for the reviews and the ideas. I've already written one (mobazan27-your's is finished!). Keep 'em coming!

On the Farm

Henry lay back on the wool blanket, lacing his fingers behind his head, staring up into the leaves of the giant sycamore tree behind him. Elizabeth had brought him to her family's farm several miles outside of town. After the grand tour and meeting the horses, she had surprised him by announcing that they were going for a horseback ride and a picnic. He watched her as she strapped the pack that held the picnic remnants to Buttercups's saddle, smiled, and then returned his gaze to the tree above him.

Elizabeth had been nervous to bring Henry out to the farm. She hadn't invited anyone out to see where she grew up. It seemed like a very personal thing to share. Since the passing of her parents, Elizabeth hadn't felt the need to share much with anyone. She turned to ask him if he was ready to finish their ride, but when she saw him laid out across the picnic blanket, her stomach flipped and she couldn't speak.

This feeling had been happening more frequently and it completely unnerved Elizabeth. She and Henry had been spending quite a bit of time together, mostly eating together and talking. Elizabeth loved spending time with him. They'd been seeing each other for nearly three months and she thought they might be starting to get serious. The closer she and Henry became, the more nervous Elizabeth got. The relationships she'd had in the years since her parents' death were superficial at best. Investing herself and becoming emotionally attached to someone, someone who might leave her or die made Elizabeth queasy. But looking at Henry caused an unsettled feeling that was entirely different.

She shook off these thoughts, put a bounce back in her step and moved back over to the blanket. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, kneeling down next to him.

Henry blinked, and raised himself up on his elbows. "Honestly? I was thinking about you and how wonderful you are."

Elizabeth blushed. "I'm just an average girl. There's nothing all that special about me." She shifted her eyes away from him.

Henry pushed himself to sitting. "I could not disagree with that statement more." His face was now level with hers. "Everything about you is special."

Elizabeth's breathing grew shallow and there was a tightness in her chest that she hadn't experienced before. She swallowed and stared at Henry.

"I want to kiss you," Henry murmured.

"You've already kissed me."

"I didn't mean that kind of kiss." His hand slipped over hers. "I meant a real kiss."

"I didn't know what we'd been doing wasn't real," Elizabeth giggled nervously. She leaned into him just enough to let him know she was willing. His fingers left her hand and danced up her arm, landing on her shoulder briefly before sliding up her neck and tangling in her hair.

He pulled her closer. "Are you okay?"

Their foreheads touched. "I'm not sure."

"Should I stop?" he asked softly.

"No," she whispered. "Kiss me."

He closed his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back. Henry pressed his lips to hers before parting his and taking her top lip in. He sucked it gently. She hummed her approval and closed her lips around his lower lip. The sound sent a wave of warmth rushing through Henry's core and he ran his tongue underneath her lip.

Elizabeth parted her lips allowing his tongue to slide in and touch hers. After a few seconds, she pulled away. His eyes were dark and his skin flushed. She'd never given much thought to her sexuality, but she now realized that she possessed that kind of power too and it made her bold. Elizabeth shifted herself to lay down next to Henry. "Kiss me again," she said and Henry willingly obliged.