My very first Darcy novel has finally been completed and it was a true labor of love to craft.   I believe that I have held true to the characters and period that Miss Austen held dear to her heart.   It has been my honor to write the story, and I hope that readers will luxuriate in the expressions that I have created.  I escaped into the world of Miss Austen’s characters with pleasure and hope that I have done the period the justice that it deserves.  

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A Sweet Gift

Mr. Darcy found himself giddy like he had not been since back whence he was a school boy.   The smile upon his face for the past fortnight had not wavered one bit.  The cause of this was the sweet gift that he was planning for Mrs. Darcy’s impending birthday.  He had not always been this way, and found his newfound love of romantic gestures to be a pleasant situation.  His sweetElizabethbrought these thoughts out of him, and he truly knew not from where they sprang forth.   He only knew that he dearly loved how much better of a man she motivated him to be.

“Mrs. Reynolds, has it arrived yet?” Darcy inquired of his housekeeper for the fourth time this morning.   He paced back and forth in the front drawing room, awaiting a delivery that was due to show sometime this morning.  

His affable housekeeper placated her Master with a simple, “No sir, but I have word from the footmen that they have spotted a courier about one kilometer from Pemberley on his way here.  So I wager that the arrival should occur any moment.”

Darcy continued to pace back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back.  He knew thatElizabethwas strolling in the gardens with Georgiana, per his design this morning.   He did not need Mrs. Darcy around when the post arrived as he likened that he may not be able to control himself.   So, he had enlisted the aid of his dear sister to ‘suggest’ a walk toElizabeththis morning.  Georgiana had sweetly smiled at her loving brother and easily acquiesced.      

Darcy pulled at the white cravat around his neck as a flush came upon his face at the thought of the present that would be arriving.  Elizabeth’s birthday was two days hence, and Darcy had been planning the commission of this present for the past two fortnights.  Granted, Darcy had a variety of presents for his bride, and although he knew that she would love them all because they were from him, he knew that she truly wanted for no material gestures.   He had procured a ruby and diamond necklace that was exquisite, as well as a few fine gowns created by Madame de Loire especially made forElizabeth.   There were a multitude of ‘things’ that he would bestow upon her on her special day, but the one simple gift that was arriving momentarily, Darcy knew that Elizabeth would love the most.

The courier stepped up the marble staircase of Pemberley as Darcy himself opened the door to greet the man.   The uniformed man was slightly taken aback at seeing the Master of the house open the door, but quickly checked himself as he proffered the package to Mr. Darcy.   Darcy quickly disappeared with the parcel into his study, leaving Mrs. Reynolds to complete the paperwork for the post.   The elderly lady smiled to herself as she knew all about the sweet gesture that Darcy was enamored with at the moment.

Ensconced in his study, Darcy opened the parchment surrounding the gift.   A local craftsman had artfully created a wooden, inlaid frame around a simple piece of paper.   A pane of glass covered the contents of the displayed prose as Darcy ran his fingers along the beveled edge of the wood.  Contained within the frame were a selection of poems thatElizabethheld near and dear to her heart.   She often had Darcy read them to her when they were luxuriating within their chambers together.  He knew them all by heart, as the words were ingrained in his mind.   The poems were by a variety of authors, including one by Coleridge and one from Lord Tennyson.  In total there were five odes to love displayed within the frame.  Darcy’s heart flipped and beat faster as he ran his fingers along the words.   He imaginedElizabethreading them for the first time after opening the gift.  He knew that she would likely tear up and deeply feel his loving gesture for what it truly was.   These words were among some of the strongest prose that described their deeply shared connection.  Often words could not describe what they truly shared, but some did come close to capturing the true feeling.  Darcy knew that what they shared was special.  It was not something borne of novels or stories.  It was real life and they luxuriated in the truly felt, once in a lifetime feeling they shared together. 

Darcy realized that he was still smiling as he quickly wrapped back up the gift.   He was infinitely sure that this gesture would beElizabeth’s favorite package that she opened on her birthday.   All the pounds in the world could purchase diamond necklaces, butElizabethwould know right away that this gift came from deep within Darcy’s heart.    He thought that she might be speechless upon opening it, and could imagine her dark chestnut eyes simply looking up at him.  Twinkling and full of love.   He could see her eyes in his mind as she looked at him, knowing that no words would be able to describe what she felt at that moment.  Her beautiful eyes would reach deep within his soul as they always did.  He would smile back at her, and then lean over and kiss her lips and touch her cheek.  

Hiding away the gift, Darcy attempted to compose himself and went in search of his wife.   His heart was full of her at the moment and he could not get her out of his thoughts.   He longed to touch her and lay his hand upon her arm.  He strove to maintain himself as he moved down the grand staircase.   He had no idea how he could control himself over the following two days.  But he chuckled at his discomfort.   The sweet gesture that he had devised would likely cause him to smile more and make his eyes twinkle every moment that he looked upon his wife for the following two nights.  He sorely hoped that she did not notice.

His heart was full.  His life was better with her in it.   Giddy, as a schoolboy, Darcy went in search of his wife…



A Deeper Connection

The afternoon had played out so differently than Elizabeth could have ever dreamed. Her heart was bursting at the moment. Her thoughts were jumbled, alive, and full of feeling. She really was at a loss for words, which was such a foreign concept for her. Her love of reading had always provided her the necessary words with which to adequately put her feelings into a tangible concept. However, at the moment, it seemed there were just no words strong enough, to describe the deep connection that was flowing through every part of her body.

Elizabeth and her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner had just completed a wonderful afternoon of touring around the grounds of Pemberley. Led by none other than Mr. Darcy himself, much to Elizabeth’s surprise. The tall, stately figure had been courteous, humble, and full of engaging conversation all day long. He had shown the Gardiner’s and herself so many special parts of the grounds of his estate. Elizabeth’s mind had struggled to take in and absorb all the beauty which stretched out before her.

After their fortuitous meeting in the field when Darcy had appeared out of nowhere, dripping wet with his shirt clinging to his firm chest, the rest of the afternoon had become a blur for Elizabeth. She had no way to reconcile her current thoughts to her previous opinion of the man.

It was almost as if she had, today, met the true Darcy for the very first time.

Her mind whirled and struggled to contain the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her. At current, she was ensconced in the carriage with her Aunt and Uncle and must maintain some outward appearance of propriety. She turned her head as the carriage rolled away from Pemberley, and laid her eyes upon the figure of her thoughts. He stood there, straight-backed, with a dashing top hat upon his head as he waved to the receding carriage. Her brown eyes rolled from the ground underneath his feet, up along his stretched breeches, around the tails of his fine coat, and finally to his eyes. He kept standing there, growing smaller and smaller in the distance as the carriage travelled away from him. She could feel his eyes locked upon her own. The connection shared was unlike any other that she had experienced in her entire life. She held his gaze and smiled warmly back to him in return.

As their carriage began to round a bend amid the tree-lined pathway, he finally faded from her view. She could still feel him however. The connection was not lost. Elizabeth could hear birds in the forest trilling softly. Everything around her looked brighter for some reason. She could feel her heart beating within her chest. Small goose bumps lined her arms within her gloves. She looked over at her Aunt who was smiling back at her. Elizabeth cast her eyes towards her lap to try and contain the rush of emotions flooding through her. She knew that her Aunt could see through her, but found she did not care.

Moments later, Elizabeth engaged in conversation with her Aunt and Uncle about their afternoon. Her Uncle was ecstatic at the prospect of fishing in the Pemberely pond. Her Aunt luxuriated on about the dinner invitation that Mr. Darcy had extended to them. That thought prompted Elizabeth to recall his professed desire for her to meet his sister. A shiver ran through her as she recalled his deep voice within her thoughts. His voice appeared to have a new affect upon her, and the tones of his voice reached deeply within her as they never had before. His caring today had endeared him to her in a way that she would have not thought possible.

With a smile upon her face that would not disappear for some time, Elizabeth looked out the front of the carriage and tried to come to grips with the emotions flowing through her mind. She put a gloved hand to her face and realized that her cheeks actually hurt a bit from all the smiling today. The scenery that passed by was so beautiful and calmed her thoughts as additional distance began to put her further from Pemberley with every turn of the carriage wheels.

The one thought that would not dissipate was of how soon again she would see him. She found herself wondering if their connection would deepen even further, every time hence forth that she neared him. She now had little doubt that it would. The smile upon her visage brightened even further at that thought.

A thank you to readers

This is not my normal Darcy musings kind of post…  It is more of a thank you to a few people…And a sweet teaser to those that have not enjoyed some pages of my new Darcy book yet. 

I have given a few chapters of my completed, but pending Darcy book to a number of helpful people.  For them to read and provide critiques.     Thank you to everyone who spent the time to enjoy the pages and for your kind words…  below….  my sincerest thanks.


“I blushed, and blushed some more.  Do they ever get out of bed?  I loved every part of the sweet story.”

“I have now read your attached chapters, I read them thoroughly and with great enjoyment being a Darcy fan myself, I love the cross over you have made from Pride and pred! It all fits together perfectly, I think this Genre of writing has truly found you.  So beautifully written. I could have been reading a novel by Jane Austen herself! I loved it I will be buying it, this is my true honest review so far! There is not a fault with your story, it reads how it should, for this period of time and the setting! Well done, I truly believe you have surpassed yourself.  This book I believe has the makings of a best seller, that is where I believe it should be… on the top of a best sellers list! Very beautifully written pure brilliance!  I Look forward to buying the complete book with pride!! If it will be in paper back I shall buy the paper back too.”

“I finished reading your first three chapters. Fabulous job so far – you’re writing is very artistic – it paints a perfect visual as you read it.”

“It is a beautifully written story, with a very good beginning, setting the scene and presenting Darcy and Lizzy in their natural elements. The author shows quite a talent to write in the most Austenesque manner, and at the same time the writing flows so fluidly. The words flow naturally, making you become engaged in the reading until the end. Using flashbacks and letting us know what is in the characters minds, the author makes sure that the reader is interested in continuing reading, to know more, to get the whole story. I love the twist in the story, showing Georgiana as a wannabe writer. In general, it is a lovely excerpt from what I am sure it will be a lovely book.  I highly recommend it to everybody. Well done!! It is refreshing to get an Austen sequel from the male point of view.   I am really looking forward to read the rest of the book. Thanks for sharing these pages with me!!”

My SINCEREST thanks to all that spent a little time reading a couple of the first chapters of my new book.    The editing continues…    Hopefully completed soon….


A Sweet Talk

Beneath a warm sun, Darcy and Elizabeth ambled together along the wooded paths throughout the many acres of Pemberley’s rolling lands.  Darcy held the hand of his wife as they meandered aimlessly along with no purpose besides to simply be with one another and enjoy the outdoors.   Darcy absolutely lovedElizabeth’s passion for activities out in the playground that nature provided.  Her zest and inner need to seek out active pursuits was one he adored about her as it mirrored his own countenance.

They wandered together with no destination in mind.   Darcy snuck a few glances over towardsElizabeth’s beautiful face with frequency as he listened to her chatty voice.   He loved her voice, and felt that he could feel her emotions flow forth within her every word.   Chatting with her was more wonderful of a pastime for him than he ever could have imagined.   They had been married now for a few months and he never tired of hearing her sweet tones. 

“Mr. Darcy are you listening to me my love?”Elizabethqueried her husband once she noticed the far away look upon his visage.  “I was asking you whether or not you desired for me to invite theHurststo the upcoming ball, but you appeared too lost in your thoughts to provide an answer my dear sir.” Elizabethgently thrust out her bottom lip, slightly pouting in a playful manner.   She could never be coarse with her husband, as he normally attended to her more passionately than any man ever had.  And she often knew his thoughts just as deeply as he knew hers.  She could tell that his mind was elsewhere at the moment and she actually had an idea of where his thoughts had journeyed.

Darcy smiled back at his wife, as a slight blush rose to his cheeks.   “My dearest, loveliestElizabeth, please accept my sincerest apologies for not listening to you over the past few minutes.   Indeed my thoughts were elsewhere and I am truly sorry my beloved.”

“And pray tell sir, where exactly had your thoughts journeyed off to?”Elizabethteased as she saw Darcy squirm slightly amid her inquires.

“My musings were upon the most wonderful woman.  This extraordinary woman loves the outdoors, and possesses a voice which I love listening to for hours.  She views life much in the way that I do, but she actually has many deeper insights to teach me of as well.   She connects with every single fiber of my being, emotionally and deeply.  I can hear her voice in my head when I am far from home, and she captures my heart.”  Darcy shuffled his feet forwards as he looked deep intoElizabeth’s eyes.    The smile upon her face grew larger and larger as he continuing speaking of the woman within his daydreams.    Her eyes twinkled as his words surged to her very soul.

“She sounds like a very special lady.  Perhaps I should meet her someday,”Elizabethlightly fluttered as her heart beat faster.

“Indeed, you have no idea how special she truly is to me,” Darcy mused back to his wife as they smiled happily at one another and stopped in the woods for a deep, slow kiss.  


A Dream

“Good evening Jane,” Mr. Darcy’s voice carried through the thick, dark amber air within the chamber.

“Hello Mr. Darcy,” Jane replied.  Her lips seemingly did not move, as if her thoughts unfolded naturally by design.  She pondered if the words had merely formulated within her own mind. 

“I hope you are well Miss Austen,” the tall figure standing before her huskily intoned.  “You look peaceful this evening, which pleases me as you had appeared so troubled when last I visited you.”   The firm look upon his creased visage portrayed his concern for her well-being.   His dark brown eyes pierced through the darkness within the chamber, gazing into her very soul within her deepest regions.

Jane ruffled under his firm gaze, slightly pleased at his caring tone, although partially disturbed that she had caused him distress.  “I am quite well Mr. Darcy, I appreciate your sentiments on my behalf.”

“I am pleased my lady, now pray tell why did you conjure me to your bedside this evening,” the handsome figure smiled slyly as if he already knew the answer to his inquiry.

 Jane squirreled deeper within her covers, pulling the warm layers more tightly around her lithe body.  She looked into his eyes, and lost herself within.  Forcing herself to speak she whispered, “I wish to inquire as to how you and Miss Bennet are getting along.  I truly am concerned for your relationship sir as you mean much to me, as you know.  Indeed, do her fine eyes still hold sway over you?”

Darcy shook his head, the darkness surrounding his muscled frame shimmering with layers of ripples in the early hours of the morning.   “Jane, you and I have had this conversation many times before my love.  You well know that Miss Bennet is now Mrs. Darcy, and has been for some time now.   We are extremely happy together and I have found a love that I never knew existed.”

Jane’s face scrunched up in mild distaste at his reply, as if she was physically assaulted by his words.  She knew the truth in them as she continued her inner struggle.  Her tortured reply issued from her thoughts into the evening night, “With all the faults of her familial connections, and her poor opinion of you sir, I must admit that I am displeased to hear your words.   When I last focused upon the two of you, her opinion was mightily vexed through the advice of Mr. Wickham.”

“Jane,” the tall figure bent downwards, sitting upon the bed in which she lay.  He gently put a firm hand upon her arm which was lying above the covers, patting her tingling skin.   “You know that you are very special to me, yes?   Everything that I am, I owe to you my lady.   However, I daresay that you know how the story should end.  Elizabeth and I are meant for one another, you know this better than anyone I suppose.   Please, finish the story and let us be happy together.   No one will ever take away the place in my heart that I hold you within.”

Jane smiled at his kind words, and simply nodded her head.   She lightly lay her own hand upon his, reveling in the warmth that he exuded.  His inner fire had always burned brightly to be sure.  She chuckled heartily at the warmth beneath her cool fingers.  “Yes I know my love, and you are as sweet as I could have ever imagined, assuring me of my place within your heart.  I daresay that I have no experience with matrimonially things personally, which may be why I have been thwarted from completing your journey.    Or perchance, I had hoped to attempt to keep you all for myself,” she boldly added, gazing up into his loving eyes with a mild degree of hope.

Darcy smiled upon her with a face full of love and thankfulness.  “I shall always be with you Jane.  You know that.   I will likely continue to visit you for many years to come while you lay here and dream.   The nighttime hours are reserved for us throughout the rest of your eternity.   Thank you for knowing what now to do.   I bid you a loving goodnight my lady.”  He rose from her bed and gently brushed his lips across the top of her hand as he faded into the murky blackness in a corner of her room.

Jane Austen slept onwards throughout the rest of the night.  A smile was upon her face as she slept.  Dreaming of him had put her more at ease.  In the morning she would arise and finish the rest of the story as she now knew what she had to do.

A Mistake

Two billiard balls careened around the table as Darcy executed a finely-tuned shot.   His yellow ball slowly revolved towards the corner pocket and sank lightly into the awaiting hole.  While he lined up his next shot he chanced a look across the finely adorned billiards room at Netherfield towards a frowning Charles Bingley.   It wasn’t often that Bingley frowned, given his affable nature, but playing billiards with Darcy seemed to bring out an under-compensating guise upon his face.  Darcy quickly sank two additional shots before pausing to take a sip of cognac.

“Bingley, I do believe that we should all retire to Town for a few months,” Darcy finally voicing the troubles that had been swirling around in his head.   “I daresay, haven’t you had enough of this simpleton country life for awhile?  Doesn’t your mind ache for some increased stimulation and proper society?”  Darcy watched the frown deepen on the other man’s face as he began to state his case. 

“I have so enjoyed myself here that I may never wish to leave,” Bingley stated.  His face lit up in his usual merriment as his mind likely wandered to all the raucous balls and other sordid affairs that they had attended recently.  “Darcy, the society here may be lesser than what is to be found in Town, but I find myself infinitely pleased at the simply pleasantries I have experienced at these ‘country balls’ as you deem them.”

“Bingley, I do know that your sisters seriously desire to retire back to Town as soon as possible and are both infinitely bored and at odds with society here.   You sir may be enjoying yourself, but I assure you the rest of us are not.  Think of your sisters’ happiness sir, and how that compares to the qualities of the society in Meryton.”   Darcy himself thought that departing for Town was infinitely necessary.  He desired to escape the fine eyes of Miss Elizabeth Bennett before he found himself considering a rash, inexplicable course of action.

“Darcy, I know that my sisters are not overly fond of society here, but I daresay that it will grow on them in time,” Bingley paused and wielded his cue stick in a half hearted attempt to sink his next billiard ball.  Missing of course as the inner turmoil welled within him, he continued, “And there is the matter of my growing feelings for Miss Jane Bennet,” Bingley cast out.   “I so enjoy her company and she is the most lovely dancer in all of Meryton.  She has a most pleasing countenance and I look forward to seeing her smile whenever possible.”

“Ah, Miss Bennet,” Darcy began with some hesitation, gathering his thoughts.  “I do concur that Miss Bennet is a lovely lady.   However, I have severe reservations of her character, not to mention her family relations.   My astute observation is that she is indifferent and pleasing to all.   I cannot wager that if another gentleman asked her to dance that she would turn her smile upon him, much as she has to you.”  Darcy watched the frown return to Bingley’s face and sought to clarify his position.   He sorely needed to escape Meryton and Miss Elizabeth Bennet and needed to make his friend see reason.  

“Jane Bennet is most likely not interested in you dear sir.  I doubt that she has any intentions at all upon you, as she just appears to go through life with a naïve smile upon her face.   Anything and everything appears to please her.  I fear that she has no real emotions connected to you my friend.”

Bingley looked quite crestfallen as he assimilated this information.  He started to speak but closed his mouth, gathering his thoughts.   “Pray tell, do you truly believe that she has no feelings for me?   I do actually see what you mean Darcy, in that she smiles at anything and everything.”   He paused again, walking around the billiard table in deep contemplation. 

“With other people that Miss Bennet interacts with, do you generally see a smile upon her face?  Much like the one that she wears when dancing with you?” Darcy inquired.  “I do not want you to be taken in just because she smiles all the time.  It is if she has no real emotions or feelings and simply smiles at everything and everyone.”

“Indeed sir, now that you bring this to my attention, I do recall seeing her smile upon other gentlemen during dancing much like she smiles at me.   Could it really simply be her everyday countenance?   I suppose that you are right.  I fear that I may have been caught up too mightily where regard was not truly offered.”

Darcy smiled inwardly, pleased at his friends realization.  Moving in to firm up the issue he added, “And that is without even taking into account her dreadfully improper family.   Her mother alone would make any true gentleman run back to Town.  Her shrill words give me nightmares even to this day.  God be with me if I ever found her as my mother-in-law.”  Darcy shuddered visibly at the thought, sure that Bingley noticing the quiver. 

“It is settled then.  Let us retire to Town the very next day,” Bingley announced, his normal smile gracing his face in pleased countenance.  “My sisters will indeed be so pleased.   My apologies Darcy for dragging you here and subjecting you to this society, I appreciate your intelligent counsel.”  Bingley seemed a little shaken at the moment, perhaps realizing that he might have been about to make a huge mistake in a pursuit of Miss Bennet.  He shook his head as if to clear it of a momentary distasteful thought and looked back at Darcy.

Darcy resumed the game with a staid nod of his head.   Thankfully, he would soon be free of the allure of Miss Bennet’s fine eyes in the near future.

A Shiver

Darcy and Elizabeth luxuriated together in their bed all morning long.   There were no urgent business requirements at hand, no family in attendance, and nothing that required their attention.   In true fashion when these rare days were upon them, they focused on one another and lovingly spent the morning in each other’s arms.   Such was heaven on earth to them both.

“My dearest Mr. Darcy, we have been married for two months now, and I dare say that I have now explored every single inch of your body, much to my pleasure,” Elizabeth huskily intoned as she lightly slipped her fingers along Darcy’s bare chest.   The covers were slightly pulled back and allowed Elizabeth’s eyes to follow her fingers along every muscled inch of his torso.

“Elizabeth Darcy, you are the most loving, wonderful woman that I could have ever dreamed of being joined with.  Not a single day since our wedding has passed that I have not thanked God for bringing you into my life,” Darcy’s eyes searched Elizabeth’s as he stretched among the covers.

“And you sir, are the sweetest, most kind and giving man that I knew I would always wait for.   I would have never married for less you know.   Less than such a connection as we have, which pleases my heart to no end I daresay.    You give me such pleasure in so many ways.”

“Giving pleasure is easy for me when it comes to you my love.   You have awakened many things within me that have lain dormant for far too long.   With respect to giving pleasure, I do believe there is one thing that comes to mind that I wish to share with you dearest.”

“Pray tell, what could that be?” Elizabeth sensually smiled as her husband rolled beneath the covers and slid his bare body over hers.   

Darcy didn’t say a word.   He simply began at her cheek, bestowing tender kisses along her slender, smooth neck as he worked his way downwards.    Every inch of her shoulders received loving attention, as did her long arms and bare chest.   Darcy moved beneath the covers with his mouth exploring every single inch of her.   His breath cooled the sweet moisture that his mouth left behind as it trailed down her entire body.   He neared her hips and grasped her in his firm hands as he wonderfully moved from her pelvis down to her legs.    Underneath the covers, Darcy continued venturing along every inch of Elizabeth’s body.   His fingers lit her skin on fire, and his mouth and tongue caused her nerves to shudder at his every touch.   Light, tender motions of the barest touch from his mouth caused shivers to erupt throughout her body.   Darcy moved between her thighs and lightly caressed every inch of her smooth, inner legs that were toned and firm from years of walking.  

Dreamily, he moved further, his light touch making her body burst with sensation.   Every inch of her expected and wanted his mouth to alight upon it, and yearned for him to grant each spot with his tender loving attention.   Her back arched in the air mightily, a slight moan escaping from her mouth as his movements centered in one particularly sensitive area.  His touch was exceedingly tender, yet her body wanted more.   Her hips rose slightly into the air, searching for his dreamy touch.   Her back arched again as he granted small, light touches upon her body.   Every single nerve ending within her responded as her whole body began to quiver in building pleasure.   The minutes stretched onwards as time continued to pass.   Elizabeth’s body began to shiver at every light touch that Darcy bestowed upon her skin.   Dreamily, she lost all track of time, as every single part of her solely focused on each potential touch.    Often seconds would go by without a touch from him, and she would arch her back, seeking to bring her body closer to his loving mouth.   When he did touch her, fire burned throughout her entire body, as every inch of her tingled and shivered.   Her toes curled at his every touch, as she grasped a pillow tightly with her hands.  She could barely stand the ripples that flowed through her body and the pillow bore the brunt of her heightened senses.  Multiple shivers coursed through her as he continued his lovingly slow and deep attentions. 

Darcy enjoyed pleasuring his wife with his light touches.  Reveling in the response of her body beneath him, he continued the small torture of her senses.   Moans and gasps from Elizabeth’s mouth urged him onwards, yearning for him to bestow additional pleasure upon her.    Inwardly, he smiled a slight measure in the responses that he felt coursing throughout Elizabeth’s body as he lightly touched her again with his mouth.   Her hips began to quiver and shake underneath his hands which grasped them tightly.   He lovingly continued sending her into previously undiscovered heights of pleasure that she had never dreamed about.

Shivers rolled and arched through Elizabeth’s body until she felt as if she could take no more.  She screamed out for Darcy, needing him.   He crawled from beneath the covers and looked into her eyes.   She pulled him closer to him, her body joining with his.    Ripples of pleasure surged through her as shivers tingled throughout her entire body.   She screamed out many times as her body and mind lost all touch with reality.   She kept her arms wrapped around her Mr. Darcy for a long, long time as the shivers continued to flow through her….

A Tense Chat

A servant strode lightly into the room, interrupting Darcy’s solitude.   The white haired, finely clothed footman announced that Lady Catherine de Bourgh’s carriage proceeded up the approach towards Pemberley.  Darcy thanked the man and sighed to himself.  He had been enjoying his afternoon and was certain that an unannounced visit from his aunt could not bear good tidings.   Since completing some business affairs earlier in the day, and a vigorous ride upon his horse, Darcy had been lounging in his conservatory.   A cup of tea and a good book sat nearby his hand as Darcy amusedly wished that it had rained today to forestall a visit from his aunt.  Darcy loved hearing the rain drum and prattle upon the roof of the conservatory, but today was not one of those days.

Greeting his aunt in the foyer moments later, Darcy could tell from the manner in which she strode in the doorway that he wasn’t going to enjoy this visit in the least.  “Lady Catherine, to what do I owe this unexpected, welcomed surprise?” Darcy inquired with a slight bow to his aunt.

“There is no cause to greet me with a welcome Fitzwilliam, as you will likely not like what I have come to demand of you.   I have just been to Longborne where I was continually vexed and rudely treated,” Lady Catherine glared at her nephew as if she dared him to speak up before she said her peace.   She ambled into the drawing room away from the servants, and didn’t even look back to see if Darcy followed her.   Seated in an oversized chair, she continued, “I went to inquire to the unpleasant Miss Elizabeth Bennett as to her intentions upon you my dear nephew.   She was very blunt and unforgiving in her address to me and caused me great strife.  That woman has a wild, saucy streak in her that knows no bounds.”

Darcy inwardly smiled, careful not to let his pleasure assert itself onto his face as he furrowed his brows appropriately at the news that Lady Catherine bestowed upon him.  He must admit that he missed Elizabeth greatly, and had been musing earlier in the conservatory of how and when to see her again.  Properly responding he said, “My lady, please allow to me to express my confusion as I do not know the subject that you were inquiring about at Longborne.  To what end were your questions unanswered?”

“You know very well of what I am speaking nephew,” Lady Catherine spit out in retort.  “I will not have the shades of Pemberley continue to be thus polluted by a woman with such low connections and family relations.   Your father would roll over in his grave if he had heard of what I was informed.   Pray tell Fitzwilliam, what are your intentions towards this lowly girl?  As I could not get a straight answer from her, I must know the answer.”   The elder woman glared at Darcy, forcing him to pull upon a reserve within him not to issue a retort at her baiting reference to his father’s memory.

“Aunt, first and foremost, you know that I would never ‘pollute’ the walls of Pemberley thus, as you reference.   Secondly, I have not formally announced any intention to form into a bonding with Miss Elizabeth Bennett.  Thirdly, if I did ever wish to do so, please know that although I hold you in high regard, you have no sway over my actions or those concerning Pemberley.”

Lady Catherine looked back at Darcy as if he had struck her.  Her face screwed up into a grimace as she formulated her response.   With a heavy sigh she attempted another tactic, “But Fitzwilliam, you must acknowledge that the woman has very low breeding and no connections within society in the least.   I know not what is within your mind, but if you do have some interest in this woman, please allow me to talk some sense into you.   I will not have the family name soured and downtrodden in this manner.”

Darcy took a deep breath, picturing Elizabeth’s smiling face in his head, her eyes twinkling at him, as he lost himself within their deep chestnut-brown pools of beauty.   “Aunt, again, you have no governance over my actions or who I am to eventually wed.   You have no sway upon the workings or prestige of Pemberley, so please do not overstep your bounds.  If you have nothing else to add, I must hasten to suggest that you depart.”

Lady Catherine sighed deeply, rising to her feet, muttering to herself.   “If that is the way you must be, I see that I will gain no quarter here.  I had thought I would find keener minds that might prevail to dissuade me of the rumors that I heard, but I am disheartened to find that is not the case.”

Darcy accompanied his aunt back to the doorway, inwardly smiled as he pictured that this was likely how the discourse with Elizabeth had probably proceeded as well.   Darcy was sure that her quick wit and sharp tongue had given Lady Catherine a more vicious lashing than even he had done.   He would have to ask her about it someday.   Suppressing his grin, Darcy bid his aunt farewell, “Aunt, you know that you are always welcome at Pemberley, and although I will not apologize for the state of my mind, you should know that I continually have the best interests of family and Pemberley firmly in my countenance.” 

“Hmmph!  We shall see about that,” Lady Catherine retorted.  “I daresay that I will never accept that woman into the Darcy family.   She is a pleasant enough kind of girl, but certainly is not your equal Fitzwilliam.  I do hope that you reconsider your actions and think heartily upon them before doing anything rash.”

“I certainly have listened to your opinions Aunt, but in the end I will do what is best for me and Pemberley,” Darcy proudly defended his position.  “I wish you a good day Aunt, but nothing that you say will sway my temperament.”

“Well then, good day sir,” was all that Lady Catherine added before departing.  Continuing a muttering to herself with Darcy politely ushering her out the door, he could hear her distasteful state of mind through the heavy oak.   Darcy would not let his Aunt change what was firmly within his heart and knew that even though she had more to say on the matter, he was resolute in his standing. 

Darcy stood by a window in the foyer, watching as his aunt was assisted back up into her carriage by the awaiting footmen.   His heart actually was soaring upon reflection of the encounter, and he found himself missing Elizabeth all the more so now than he had been earlier.  It seemed to him as if they were oceans apart from one another at the moment, and he sought to somehow close the distance in order to be able to gaze upon her beautiful face.   He longed to touch her hand, and dance with her.  He ached to look upon her face, and hear her witty remarks.  He sought to make their union possible with every fiber of his being.   Interestingly, more so now after his Aunt’s visit than ever before, Darcy’s head and heart allowed him to hope as never before.  His heart raced at the prospect of being with the woman of his desires.

He was extraordinarily proud of hearing how Elizabeth had stood up to his aunt.  He knew that she was a well-poised, proper lady, and was heartened to hear that she had stood her ground.   It was just one more thing that he learned about Miss Bennett that heartened him deeply.  Even more pleasing was the fact that she had not dissuaded Lady Catherine of the possibility of a connection with Darcy. 

Hope burgeoned within him as he wondered if Miss Bennett missed him as much as he did her.  He could only hope that Elizabeth’s heart was opening up to him, as they had enjoyed many pleasant moments together in the recent past.  He hurried to his study to make plans to depart for Longborne as soon as possible.  He could arrive under the auspices of visiting Bingley, but knew that his horse would direct him with haste into the waiting arms of Miss Elizabeth Bennett.  Could he dare to hope so much as to be well received by her?  His mind soared at the prospect as he prepared his travel plans.  He would not tarry even a second more, desiring to be at Longborne the very next morning.

Darcy knew what was in his heart, and that was all that mattered.

A Wedding Night (finally)

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.

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