A/N: I've noticed Angie's less and less bitchy over the chapters. I hope I'm going to rectify this right now! ;)
11. Mending hearts goes boom.
"If our hearts are never broken Well there's no joy in the mending"
We kept on walking like this until the sky went dark all of a sudden. It wasn't bad for me, I loved walking in the rain, but I was sure George would try and protect me from being soaked or something.
As I expected, after the first rain drops fell on my dress, George pulled me next to him and removed his jacket to build a homemade umbrella. I giggled in his grip and moved myself away from him.
As the rain was falling harder and harder on the soil, that soon became wet as a beach, I outstretched my arms and laughed out loud as the water fell on my face, hair, and body skin.
As much as I was concerned, I could have stayed like this forever. I didn't give a damn my dress was so light the water could make it glue my skin and become translucent. I really didn't care. I was already too deep in this to start thinking.
I stayed like this, soaked to the bone, until the water stopped being heavy. A lighter rain started all over again, and I finally opened my eyes.
What I saw really was a scene. George Wickham, jacketless, was standing right in front of me in his waistcoat and white shirt, soaked as Hell too, and was looking at me with a mixture between admiration and pity in his beautiful eyes.
I laughed at his face.
"What's so funny?" His voice was strangely fading, as if the water made the sounds appear lower.
"You. I'm a big girl, you know, I can make my choices alone."
"What choices?"
"Standing in the rain is something I love doing." I tried to wring the bottom of my dress, but there was no use.
"Angelina, I-" George walked forward, I just took a few steps backwards and giggled.
"What are you trying to do, Sir? Taking advantage of the weather to ravish me?" I shook my head to point to the words, and then I just took back my bonnet and started walking towards the house again.
I could see Longbourne from there. The windows were lit, and I wondered if they were looking after me. Probably not. I smiled to myself. Only Jane would have put up a search party. I guess right now Mr Bennett should be in a state of profound sadness. Poor man. His daughter, married to the creepiest man on Earth. I could feel his pain.
"Are you playing with me, Miss Johnson?" I turned on my heels and found George, slowly walking up to me, his walnut eyes locked on mine, a playful smirk on his lips.
I felt my eyes lit up. "I'm a player. You might want to bet with me."
"Bet what exactly, might I ask?"
"Who's gonna fall first." I giggled and then launched my bonnet towards the sky, where I caught it in my bare wet hands and laughed even harder.
George just stared at me as if I was some kind of strange beast. I just kept on staring back, and suddenly felt some very agreeable heat coming from my chest to my cheeks.
"George, stop staring like this." My whisper could have been swallowed by the rain, but he was so close to me that he caught it easily.
"Why should I? You're beautiful, you know it." He tried to cup my cheek in his hand, but I turned my head so that he just touched my shoulder, and I kept on sending him angry glares.
"I said stop."
"No. Make me."
I sighed and turned away. Then I thought about my old trick. I faked surprise and pointed towards the air. "Look!"
And when he turned to see what I was pointing at (thin air, obviously), I ran away from him.
I ran and ran until I reached Longbourne's stables. I wrought my dress as I could, and my hair too. I looked at myself through one pitch of water.
My hair were a mess, but it wasn't the worst. My dress, as I guessed, was completely glued to my body, and partially showed my corset underneath. No wonder what turned George on. I smiled to myself. What a bitch you make, Angie...
"So, d'you think you won?"
I turned quickly on my heels, and found him leaning on the door frame, looking right in my eyes, amused. "Yes, I have."
He walked to me very slowly, and I found myself breathing heavily as, in the faint candle light, I saw his clothes were having the very same effect mine had. "I can't let you win this one, Angelina."
"You will." I turned around once more and started walking towards the entrance, which obviously he blocked from me.
"Are you not going to say goodbye?"
I walked to him, very slowly, and pushed myself on my tip toes to reach his upper cheek. "Goodbye George. Sweet dreams." And then I launched my arms around his neck and played for some seconds with his perfect brown locks.
He wrapped his arms around me too, and I felt our drenched clothes melting us together.
I cleared my throat and then finally kissed his cheek.
I didn't look in his eyes when I got out. It probably would have had a bad effect on my hormones.
As I entered the house and was greeted by a very angry Am', I could still feel his body heat on mine.
I'm completely insane. I am. Forgive me, and review... ^^