~ February 14, 2043 ~ Fitzwilliam's Hotel Room (morning afte

Slowly, with each and every touch, Lara could feel her words and actions make an impact on Will, and for that she had to smile. She loved Will with all that she was, even if she spent years trying to deny and hide from it all. She hated seeing him unhappy, especially with himself. He deserved all the happiness life could give him. Both of them did, she felt.

Maybe it was wrong, maybe what they were doing was selfish. But if it was so wrong, why did it all feel so right?

She nodded in reply to his answer, not arguing with him this time. While part of Lara wanted to attempt to persuade Will to just scribble out an apology or two on a piece of parchment, her selfishness had it's limits. "I'll wait for you." she uttered softly, wrapping her arms around him and giving him another kiss.