Attack of the Well meaning Sisters
Darcy slowly pulled Lizzie into the kiss, their lips molding, Lizzie's hands wrapping her fingers around his suspenders, pulling him in closer. Darcy's hands were woven in her hair, and it looked as if they were one person, one body and one mind. That was, until, Darcy's phone rang, the shrill noise interrupting the kiss.
"I'll just ignore it," Darcy said, but Lizzie pulled away.
"No, it could be important. Answer it."
Darcy frowned, but fished his phone out of his pocket, and looked at the caller ID.
"Gigi, wonder what she needs. Hello?"
"William? Oh, you're okay." Lizzie could hear Gigi's panicked voice through the phone, "I went to the airport to pick you up, as a surprise, but you weren't there, and so I went home, thinking you would call, but you didn't and, where are you?"
"The flight did get canceled. Sort of. I had a layover in Boise. Yes Gigi. No you will have to find out what will happen with the rest of the internet. Fine, hang up on me, I'm not going to disclose more information. Go out to dinner with Fitz or somebody." He pulled the phone away from his ear, and raised an eyebrow.
"Attack of the well meaning sisters?" Lizzie asked, nudging him genltly with her elbow, "Just wait till Lydi-" her sentance was cut off.
"Lizzie, is HOLY HELL, Charlotte GET IN HERE! DIZZIE LIVES!!!!!!" Lydia had poked her head into the den, and saw them together. She ran out of the den like her hair was on fire.
"That's our cue to join society. Come on Will," Lizzie bounced to her feet, taking care to tuck her camera in the desk drawer.
"Will? No more Darcy? A change of heart, is it?"
"Don't worry. You'll always be my little Darcybot," she teased joining Charlotte in the kitchen where she was doling out the birthday Chinese onto four plates.
"Make amends?" she asked. Then what Lydia had yelled clicked in her brain. A mischievous smile grew on her face, and she calmly asked "So Darcy, are you staying for Chinese? I ordered enough for four."
"I don't want to impose on your birthday dinner."
"Oh no, don't worry, I want you to stay. As a birthday present?" asked Lizzie. "Lydia insisted on a zombie flick tonight, so it won't be girly at all. Stay."
"If you insist. Shall we?" Darcy took Lizzie's hand, and tugged her into the dining room. The entire meal, while Lizzie was dashing about getting the milk, and plates, and the leftover cake, she managed to always have one part of her touching her recently acquired boyfriend. And he didn't mind at all.