Sitting down to relax and take a break from riding across Pemberley’s lands, Darcy quickly found his eyes closing as he began to nap. The setting of their wedding night slowly ran through Darcy’s head moment by moment as he slept. The wedding itself flowed through his mind as he remembered every feeling that had surged through him as he stood next to her in the chapel. Her gown had been absolutely exquisite and she was more stunning than any other bride he had ever laid eyes upon. He questioned himself momentarily as the vicar droned on. What had he done to deserve such an amazing woman? He knew she loved him, and he loved her with all his heart. That was all that was necessary to know. Simple, but true.
The scenes slightly quickened as his mind played through them. Their families and friends were there, wishing them a long, happy life. The carriage waiting outside the chapel took them to the inn where Darcy had sent a servant to secure a night’s stay away from the world, before returning to Pemberley.
Quickened glances flowed through his synapses as Darcy’s mind latched onto the image of the two of them at the door to their bridal suite. His black jacket offset her white gown in such a manner that everything seemed vibrant within his memory. Their smiles shone through it all, beaming at one another brilliantly.
The newly wedded couple moved through the doorway hand in hand, and entered the large expanse of a suite that Darcy had procured for them. A highly prized French wine was open, breathing on the table. It was set next to a small feast of cheeses and breads per Darcy’s request. Fresh flowers lit upon every other available surface of the room, in vases and containers that numbered more than could easily be counted. Elizabeth had looked into Darcy’s eyes upon seeing the room set up just so for them and said, “The day for us has already been so perfect, and now this. I am truly blessed to have you as my husband Mr. Darcy.” Darcy remembered her sentence word for word and his body shivered slightly at the remembrance. His response had been something to the effect of, “All for you Mrs. Darcy, my mind, body and soul.”
Elizabeth had risen to her tip-toes then, responding to his dear sentence with a long, inviting kiss. The two of them embraced and longingly kissed onwards as they explored one another fully for the first time as man and wife.
Darcy felt the feelings pass through his sleeping body as his mind recounted the full ardor that had welled up within him. For months during their engagement, due to propriety, the two of them had been unable to fully express their love for one another in any manner besides words and feelings. Now their bodies were pressed closely and tightly against each other and he could feel the arousal borne of months and months in waiting for this exact moment begin to overpower him.
Elizabeth Bennett the vivacious woman that she was during their engagement became slightly demure in those initial moments in the wedding chamber. Even with every single fiber of his being tingling in desire for her, he had recognized her faint discomfort. He spoke of it to her, seeking to ease any thoughts that she had. “Elizabeth, my heart, my love, please know that I desire to be with you more than I have ever wanted anyone in my entire life. But I want to tell you now, before our feelings overtake us, that I will be gentle and loving with you. I do know that you have only a slight knowledge of these things, and I implore you to tell me if anything that I do hurts you in any way.”
Elizabeth’s eyes had teared up at the sweet, counsel from her husband. She stared back at him with renewed love all over again as she spoke, “My dear husband, I am your wife and I only hope with every fiber of my being that I am able to meet your every need. I yearn for you, and have for months. Although I may add that I feel a bit shy at the moment, I seek to please you in all the ways that a woman should. It heartens me to know that you are every bit the man that I envisioned and I thank you for your gentle words. I am sure that together we will be joined as smoothly as in everything else that we have experienced.” The two of them had a bit of a chuckle at that, with the full knowledge of their interesting thwarted courtship not so newly behind them. Darcy moved towards his bride, rubbing his fingers along her waist, drawing her nearer to him. They embraced deeply yet again, their combined heat warming the room more than the raging fireplace would ever hope to match.
Darcy’s fingers finally found the numerous buttons of Elizabeth’s gown, and slowly began working their whiles upon them. Slowly, without hurry, he released one after another from its clasp. Her gown finally fell to her feet in a wonderful circle around her bare ankles. They both glanced downwards and Darcy lifted Elizabeth off the ground out of the folds of her laden gown. Elizabeth glanced at her gown on the floor under Darcy’s gaze as he wondered what she must be feeling in her first encounter with a man. He strove to be as loving and gentle as he could with her to ease her shyness. Her many layers underneath proved a further combative struggle as Darcy gently attacked the ties and clasps within. Elizabeth, not to be undone in the wager, beset herself against Darcy’s cravat, untying it as she had wanted to do for months. Darcy’s waistcoast only boasted five or six buttons which were easily defeated. His crisp, white linen shirt beneath had smaller buttons, but her nimble fingers made quick work of them. They continued to kiss and fondle as their hands sought to unburden them.
Darcy slept on in the comfortable dell, the sun still shining above as only a few true minutes had passed. His subconscious mind played through a long interval of memories even as time proceeded slowly on the plane of reality.
Blessed skin. The next memory played through his mind was of Elizabeth’s bare body, finally free of all of her clothes, pressed up against Darcy’s chest. He still had his trousers on, but Elizabeth was working on those. Soon, they fell to the floor, amidst the other articles of already shed clothing.
Finally. They were both barred and free to press deeply against one another as nature intended. Their inner heat blossomed and raged as their bodies stood next to one another, pressing into each other as tightly as possible. Darcy wanted more. He lifted his bride up in his arms and strode to the bedside. Depositing her gently, his hands never left her bare skin as he crawled on top of her. They both smiled at one another and renewed their kissing. Their mouths seemed unable to be apart from one another for too long. Elizabeth was slightly shy and obviously was feeling overwhelmed by the moment, but Darcy strived to make her feel at ease.
Darcy felt his loving bride beneath him. Lord, how he had wanted this exact moment to come. Over the torturous period of the last few months, not to mention the months before that when he had thought that she was lost to him, his body had yearned to join with hers as deeply as humanly possible. Their spirits were already aligned, their minds thought alike in so many ways, all that remained was their bodies to know one another as deeply as could be. Darcy noted a slight tremor in her body and wondered if it was from an inner desire for him, or from trepidation of her first encounter.
He proceeded gently. Ever so gently. Lightly, moreso than his every thought and mind wanted to, but he so desired not to in the least hurt his wife. He looked into her eyes as lovingly as he could, fully overwhelmed by his passion for her as their romance unfurled. Elizabeth’s face beneath him exuded a mixture of emotions. At once she moaned deeply, at other moments she seemed pained. It was obvious to Darcy that she was feeling both pleasure and unknown pain in her first encounter. He loved this woman, and wanted her deeply. But the last thing he wanted was to hurt her in any way. That was unconsciousnable in his mind. He would not have it be that way.
Darcy could see all the emotions flowing across her face, and tried to read her thoughts. After both of them were exhausted, Darcy put his head upon her chest and drew her eyes to his as they lay together. “Elizabeth, my darling, I do hope that I was not too hard with you. It would entirely kill me to have hurt you. My love, this is just the beginning of our entire lives together but somehow dearest, I wager that you will become quite a minx in the bedroom. Just a thought I have given your vivacious personality.”
Elizabeth laughed at this, a smile returning to her face. “My dear Darcy. I have never doubted that you are the most wonderful man I have ever met. You are quite the romantic sir, and I feel safe and secure in your arms. I truly hope that I have exceeded your expectations on the evening of our wedding. I love you deeply and desire you. I am so happy to be your wife. What I just felt and experienced is unlike anything that I have ever imagined. Being with you so deeply gives me shivery butterflies and makes my toes tingle!”
“Hmm, Lizzy, you are a wonderful woman. You complete my body and soul and I desire you every second of the day. Together, we will join together such that neither of us has ever experienced. A marriage full of both desire and love such as ours cannot be denied and will heighten us to the fullest regions of pleasure. Together we will journey there my love.”
Elizabeth’s smile in return beamed fuller than Darcy had ever seen previously. She lay next to him in bare splendor, with her dark eyes twinkling at his. “Perhaps my darling you are ready to continue my newfound pleasure in the realm of married passion?” she demurely intoned, reaching for her husband again. Elizabeth slid her bare body across Darcy’s muscular frame again, and he felt every single nerve within him respond to her smooth touch. Her porecelin skin slid so softly against his chest and his legs that he groaned in the very pleasure of it.
Snapping awake, Darcy felt his skin on fire, deeply and adroitly remembering the feeling of their first night together. Having napped for only about twenty minutes, Darcy felt refreshed and alive. His only thought was ofElizabeth. Now. Her. Wanting her near him. He ran over to Parsifal, releasing the reigns from the post and mounting his steed quickly, turning towards home. He needed to gaze upon his lovely wife’s face. Nothing would keep him from seeing her beautiful visage. Her brilliant brown eyes and dark tussled hair beckoned him. He whipped Parsifal heartily into action, quickly moving into a gallop towards home and his beloved.