A/N: Greenfield's George Boleyn/Elizabeth Hollington (her character from An Affair of the Heart), set to the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, which she plans to have as her wedding song. Please review!

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

"The bitch!" George exploded, storming into Elizabeth's chamber. She was sitting at her table, in front of a looking glass, completing her toilette with a pale pink powder to her cheeks. At George's sudden entrance, she dropped the little tin of powder, and it fluttered in flakes over her blue gown. She scowled.

"Look what you made me do! Now, whatever is the matter?" she had picked up her handkerchief and was dabbing anxiously at the mark, only looking at George from the corner of her eye.

George flopped into a chair, "She's sending me to France!"

Elizabeth looked up, dropping the scrap of lace and putting down the remaining powder in the tin, "Who? What?"

"Anne, of course! Who do you think? The demon seems to think that now she is Queen she can order me to do whatever she pleases! Well she's wrong there, I tell you now – "

"Why is she sending you to France?" Elizabeth pressed, feeling slightly betrayed herself. Anne knew how she hated being apart from George.

"She wants me to negotiate marriage for the Princess. With the Dauphin" George was frowning angrily, "She cannot make me go"

"She's your sister, George. Your favourite sister. And you used to want to be an Ambassador, before you and I were together. She probably thought you might be pleased" Elizabeth moved over to the chair where he sat and knelt before him, cupping her face in his hands, "Your favourite sister, love" she cooed, "Don't be angry with her"

"But she thinks to send me away from you! She said it might take up to three months!"

Elizabeth hid her alarm in an attempt to soothe her lover, "We don't need her, darling, even if she is Queen. We have each other. We don't need Anne. Forget about it"

"But I leave next week!"

"Forget about it now, love" Elizabeth's voice was gentle, soothing, almost hypnotic, "If we have only a week before you go away then you must forget it, for our happiness. Be with me"

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

George nodded slowly, "Alright. Alright, Bess, I understand. I shall say no more. I will not be angry"

"That's right" said Elizabeth softly, stroking his cheek lightly with the tips of her fingers, "We can survive three months, you and me. We're strong" as she said this, tears prickled the back of her eyes. She fought them away.

"You're right" George summoned a smile, "Words aren't capable of describing how much I love you"

"I know. I've spent all these years trying to find words that are enough. And I can't" Elizabeth shrugged, "But then again, I'm not a poet. Tom Wyatt could probably find the words"

"Not even Tom Wyatt could manipulate the English language enough to be able to say how I feel about you"

Elizabeth giggled, "Maybe not"

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

"You'll stay with me tonight? After the dancing?" Elizabeth asked, beseechingly. George nodded.

"Of course. Anne did want to see me, but I don't want to see her. I shall only end up shouting at her and causing a scandal"

"And she'd be most upset" Elizabeth added, "But you'll stay with me all night? We can just lay there. Lay there and talk and forget about Anne and court and France and other people. Just us. Yes?"

"You mean break the rules?" George half-laughed, bestowing a glowing grin on his flame-haired beauty. She traced his lips with her forefinger.

"Yes. Before we're parted. Before we get too old to break the rules. Let's be young and joyful and beautiful while we can"

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Elizabeth rose from her knees and moved away from him. She brushed the remaining powder from her gown and smiled at George over her shoulder; she could see him watching her in the mirror.

"How do you manage to do everything so elegantly?" George asked, amused and slightly frustrated, "I can't do anything elegantly"

"You don't need to be elegant, darling, you're a man" Elizabeth retorted teasingly, fondly. She tidied herself in the mirror then moved back to George, perching herself on his knee, "Do you really think you'll be away for as long as three months?"

"I thought we weren't going to talk about it" George responded sternly. Elizabeth laughed and nodded.

"Very well, you're right. I've stopped you going on about it, and now I've started myself! Oh, but you mustn't be angry with Anne, my love. She didn't mean to upset you, I'm sure of it"

"But she has upset me" George mumbled sourly, toying with a curl of Elizabeth's hair, "And she has upset you. You hide it, but I know you"

"Silly me, I should never have mentioned it again. Forget it, my darling George. Forget it, please, won't you? We shall not think about it until the morning of your departure. We're going to grow old together, you and me, my love, and a few months apart will make no difference to the rest of our lives"

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see

I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

"You mean we're going to be like this forever?" George replied, amused once more. Elizabeth eyes were gazing prettily into his; summer-sky-blue orbs, glittering with vibrancy, framed with fair, barely visible lashes, the pupils large and raven-black, smooth and shining.

"Why, yes" Elizabeth's eyes, which he was still focusing on, widened in mild surprise, "Of course we will. Unless one of us decides otherwise, of course, and that will never happen. We'll grow old in the country, surrounded by our...children"

A shadow of fear crossed her face; George knew full well that she wanted a large family, but they had not conceived another since her miscarriage, and it scared her. It scared him too. But he knew that one day they would, indeed, grow old together, maybe old enough to see the son that Anne would soon have seated on the throne, with their children serving him at court.

"Yes" he agreed firmly, "Surrounded by our children. Pretty, frivolous girls who all look like you and strong, handsome, intelligent sons who look like me"

Elizabeth smiled at the picture, "Yes. Oh yes. You must stay with me, tonight, George. You promise?"

"Not just tonight" George contested, smiling, "Forever"

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?