A/N: Slightly AU ;-). Please review!
Rain
She gasps when she sees him – the one she has been only a moment ago thinking of as unquestionably sixteen miles distant – striding towards her across the Hartfield lawns, dripping wet, his sodden coat over his arm and the shirt underneath it soaked to the point of being translucent. She swallows hard.
'You must have had a wet ride,' she says stupidly.
He blinks. 'Yes.'
In her mind's eye she can almost see him, bent low over his horse to urge it on faster, the heavy droplets pelting him, plastering his hair to his forehead, rolling down his neck, soaking his clothes so that they cling to him in all the right places, his long fingers slipping on the reins, the muscles of his thighs contracting as he squeezes the horse's flank–
Oh God. Her face has never been so hot.