~February 13, 2043~ At a Bar

The first time Will ever kissed Lara, Will thought his heart was going to burst with pure unadulterated happiness. His lips finding hers again, he found that same unadulterated happiness flooded his system. His eyes shut automatically. He couldn't help but put his on of his hands on the small of her back and the other cupping her cheek so he could deepen the kiss. He wasn't even thinking anymore. Her sweet smell was eloping him, it was intoxicating. Her lips were so soft, and he missed her so. He was kissing Lara, why was that bad?

Maybe because he was getting married tomorrow?

Will pulled away. He blinked several times to compose himself but he was unable to talk. What would he say? He didn't even know what he wanted to say. He should have chided her but they both knew he had kissed her back. And he didn't want to...

"Lara..." His voice was husky. "I... we..." Now he was the speechless one.

To say Lara was suprised at how Will returned the kiss would have been the understatement of the year. She honestly expected Will to flip out, push her away, and storm off, furious and disgusted with her, never wanting to speak to her again.

Maybe we do still have a chance... she thought to herself as she leaned into his touch, her heart racing as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Will..." she breathed out as her lips met his again, for a deeper kiss.

You shouldn't be kissing another woman at the night before your wedding day! But Will just couldn't help it. He always thought him and Lara were meant to be together and how she still fit perfectly into his arms Will was convinced that his conjecture was still correct.

But he was getting married! To another woman! A woman he deeply cared about! Will had no idea why he didn't use the L-word.

He pulled away.

"What are we doing?" He really wanted to know since he couldn't answer it himself.

Lara fought the urge to gasp as she once again felt Will pull away, breaking their kiss. "Will, wh-?" she uttered before she was cut off by his question.

She couldn't help but smile softly with a hint of teasing upon her as she gently moved a stray locke of hair away from his face. "Will, we're twenty-five years old. I think you know what we're doing..." she uttered lightly as she moved to close the distance between them once more.

She didn't think about the consequences for her and Will. All she could think about was how she had dreamt of this moment for eight years, and couldn't bring herself to pull too far away from Will for too long of an instant.

Will needed to think. Will needed to collect his thoughts.

A shock shot through him as he felt Lara brush a stray band of hair from his face. It felt so good to be with her again. He licked his lips unconsciously. And kissing her!

She was so beautiful. She smiled at him teasingly and Will thought felt his heart jump. She closed the distance between them and Will forgot everything he wanted to do...

No! He needed to think! He was going to get married tomorrow!

He moved away from her. He couldn't think clearly when she was around. All he wanted to do was kiss her again. He walked a few spaces and turned back around. What were they doing?

"Lara..." He looked at her. "We can't."

A sigh of frustration escaped the young witch as once again, Will pulled away, this time walking farther away from her. "Why not?" she whispered softly, a little hurt by his actions.

Didn't he know how much she missed him? How much she missed them? Didn't he know that every moment of happiness she had felt, felt like almost nothing when she noticed she didn't have him to share them with her? Didn't he know huch she loved, and still loved, him?

She stepped closer to him, right in front of him, once more. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she stared into his eyes. With one hand she caressed his cheek as she kissed the corner of his mouth. "Say it. Say that you don't want this. Say that you don't want us. Say that you don't want me, and I'll never bother you again."

This was fate being an a**hole. Will always thought that things always happened for a reason, and he believed that fate knew what it was doing and occasionally, it screwed people over... but this, this was just plain cruel. Why was it the night before he got married to the woman of his dreams, he gets visited by the woman he was always in love with?

"Say it. Say that you don't want this. Say that you don't want us. Say that you don't want me, and I'll never bother you again."

His normally sky blue eyes, darkened. That was it. That was all he had to do. He just needed to tell her that he didn't want her. That he didn't want them. It was simple.

Subconsciously, he leaned into her touch. Being this close to her again, awaked his some small part of his soul, some small part that he had hasty buried when he had left their flat eight years ago. The small missing part of himself that he thought he would never again have. Fate was a just having a wonderful laugh at his expense.

Simple but impossible.

He didn't want this, he yearned for it. He didn't want them, he longed for them. He didn't want her, he needed her.

He decided he was drunk before he threw caution to the wind, leaned in and kissed her. Alcohol. He was going to blame this on alcohol. And that little black dress she was wearing. And fate.

Dear Fate,
You suck.

Love lots,
Fitz

Lara smiled inwardly as Will didn't pull away as she had expected, and instead kissed her back. A small part of her chided herself to nonetheless still say cautious, for it could very well be that he was merely intoxicated, looking for one last night before being bound to another. Maybe if it had been some other guy than the one she loved and missed so much, Lara would have pulled away in an effort to salvage her dignity and not feel like a whore giving a man one last time of freedom before his wedding, but with this particular man kissing her, leaving him was the last thing in her mind.

She would take whatever she could get, for however long she could.

"Will..." she breathed out between kisses, as one hand tangled itself in his hair.

Will closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the moment. Lara, Lara, Lara. He snaked his hands exploring that interesting little dress of hers. Oh Merlin, Lara. Her scent made he feel so high. He couldn't get enough of her. He pulled away from her lips only trail kisses on her neck.

She was dizzying. He captured her lips again. She tasted wonderfully. He decided that they were wearing too much clothes. Not thinking, instead acting on his impulses, he pulled Lara close to him, hugging her securely and with a blink of an eye, apparated the both of them to his hotel room.