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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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Darcy sat in an extremely uncomfortable, oversized chair listening to his Aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh drone on about some oversight of her groundskeepers. Darcy’s focus was not on his aunt, but rather was tuned into the sounds that exuded from the nearby room where the pianoforte was located. Colonel Fitzwilliam’s laughter was overheard by Darcy as the current song played on the instrument came to an end. The woman upon the bench playing the notes was none other than the lovely Miss Elizabeth Bennett. Darcy could hear small snippets of conversation between the two of them, and decided that he could take it no longer. Wrestling himself from his chair, Darcy strode over to their room. As he leaned against the door frame, Darcy spied Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth laugh over something. Darcy had not heard the words that were spoken and wondered if they had been in reference to him. Such a childish thought, Darcy chastised himself. But true.

Darcy caught the gaze of Miss Bennett and noticed a gleam in her eye as she looked back at him. He could see some kind of mirth captured within her eyes which twinkled up at him from her seated position. She looked over at Fitzwilliam and smiled. Darcy indeed now knew they had been talking about him without any reservation in his mind. Colonel Fitzwilliam spoke up to Darcy, bidding him to join them in pleasurably listening to Miss Bennett’s playing. Darcy held sway at the doorway, observing from afar, as his gaze went from his cousin, to Miss Bennett and then back to his cousin. Fitzwilliam chuckled at Darcy’s reticence to engage in the conversation, but Darcy retorted he was pleased to listen to the wonderful way Miss Bennett played from where he was.

Inwardly torturing himself, wanting to move closer to Elizabeth and stand by her side as her slender fingers continued playing along the keys, Darcy simply stood, watching. She indeed did not even play that well upon the instrument, but this did not seem to bother her in the least. She appeared happy to simply entertain and try her best with the skills that she possessed. Darcy thought that her quality of composure while executing a less than stellar performance was an endearing aspect of her personality. She loved living and doing, no matter what she was set upon. Darcy had more than once mused to himself that the affable Miss Bennett would wrest every ounce of enjoyment out of the day that she possibly could. In a faraway place, removed from Darcy’s inner musings came the shrill voice of his aunt as she demanded to know what was going on in the pianoforte room. Fitzwilliam chuckled as he called out to his aunt that he had just persuaded Miss Bennett to provide them with another tune.

 Lady Catherine’s response was of the ilk that Elizabeth would play better if only she practiced more. Darcy smiled at Elizabeth’s lack of response to this jibe as she simply began to play the next measure. At least the music drowned out any further inquiry from Lady Catherine, for which Darcy was pleased.

As he held Elizabeth’s eyes with his, Darcy watched her gallantly struggle with the composition in front of her hands. Her eyes twinkled and gleamed in the well lit room, and Darcy lost himself in her angelic, focused face. Her determination and fortitude amidst all circumstances seemed to have no bounds. Darcy knew that she inwardly must be cursing both her lack of practice, and Lady Catherine’s observation of it.

Finally, Darcy strode over towards the pianoforte, near to the side of Fitzwilliam as he watched Elizabeth’s fingers eke out the notes. She gave Darcy a quick sideways glance, likely wondering what was within his mind. If only she knew, Darcy smiled back at her. If only she knew…

He was determined to profess his love for her very soon, and request her hand in marriage. He would have already if not for her damned relations, which he could still not reconcile himself with. But, she had captured his heart and soul and he knew that he desired nothing more than to make her his wife. He had not prepared what he would say to her when he requested her hand, but knew that he must force himself to utter the words. Soon, as if not, he would likely drive himself mad with desire for her.

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Fresh out of the pond fronting the Pemberley estate, Darcy strode across the expansive lawn towards the front of his manor.   Dripping from the refreshing pleasure of diving into the pond to cleanse his body from the dust of the trail, Darcy was invigoratingly looking forward to the rest of his afternoon.   His white shirt clung to his muscled frame, water dripping off of him as he ran a hand through his moist hair.   He handed off his top hat and coat to a footman who appeared out of nowhere and continued his walk up the hill.   He felt pleased to be home at last, and knew that he would have a relaxing, if not boring afternoon alone.  Perhaps he would ensconce himself in the library with a good book and a glass of brandy he mused to himself as he walked through some trees that lined the side of the pond.

Lost in deep thought, which of course centered upon the ever present inner torture of his unreturned love of Miss Elizabeth Bennett, Darcy strode forth.  He found himself pondering what she might be doing at this very instant.   Surely she was laughing gaily away at something she was finding amusing.  Her simple zest for life, and positive outlook on her surroundings continually increased his respect for her.   Her opinions and thoughts were deeply engaging, and Darcy could not wait until the next time that he would lay his eyes upon her face.   His heart felt that it would burst as images of her flowed through his mind.  Her smile and angelic face assailed him daily.  Indeed, often a conjured image of her deep, dark brown eyes was the final thought in his mind before he succumbed to sleep at night. 

Musing upon how to possibly engineer seeing the lovely Miss Bennett again, Darcy broke out of the trees, and rounded the corner towards his estate.   His eyes were cast upon the ground as he was still deep in thought.   He felt a presence in front of him and looked up to see the beautiful Miss Bennett standing before him.   As if his thoughts had somehow made her appear, he struggled to find his voice.   She likewise appeared to be very shocked to see him, as her face registered heightened surprise.   Realizing that he was still dripping wet, having swam in his clothes with such a lack of decorum, Darcy began cursing his impetuous swim.  He watched her eyes take in the measure of his appearance as he strove to bid her hello.

The ruffled pair exchanged pleasantries as Darcy inquired as to Elizabeth’s family.   He further asked how she was enjoyed Pemberley and shrugged off her assertion that she was instructed that he was not at home.   He answered that he had come home a day early and had not alerted anyone to his coming. 

Darcy bid Elizabeth farewell and conveyed that she was free to roam about the grounds as long as she wished to with her aunt and uncle.   Hurrying into a side door of Pemberley, and then slowing as to keep from running up to his chambers, Darcy’s mind was swirling with thoughts.   His heart beat mightily in his chest as he hurriedly cleansed himself and changed into more suitable clothing.   Elizabeth’s beautiful smile within his memory distracted him as he struggled to tie his cravat.    Hastening down the front stairs, trying not to take them two at a time, Darcy burst through the front entrance of Pemberley.  Finding Miss Bennett and her relations preparing to leave, Darcy hurriedly strode ahead.   He listened to an inner voice scream at him to do something as he called forth his charm and gallantly requested Elizabeth to introduce him to her aunt and uncle.    Suggesting that they all take a walk around the gardens further, Darcy began showing them every affable quality that a host must possess.   He charmingly chatted with Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner, regaling the many advantageous qualities of Pemberley.   He inquired with Mrs. Gardiner of her upbringing in Derbyshire, and queried Mr. Gardiner if he enjoyed fishing.  

Darcy felt Elizabeth looking at him during his conversations with her relations, and although he was wondering what was going on within her thoughts, he kept his focus on continuing to play the role of a courteous host.   As the four of them strolled throughout the grounds, Darcy found himself alone with Elizabeth for a spell and asked her many questions about her travels with her aunt and uncle.  She professed again that she would not have come to Pemberley if she knew that he would be in residence, and he answered that he was supremely pleased that she had visited the estate.

Darcy watched as Elizabeth chatted, laughed and smiled often during their walk.   The day wore on, evolving in a perfect manner as Darcy found himself opening up to her.   The torture that he had endured of late, during an absence from her, disappeared from his mind as he focused simply on her adoring gaze and witty banter.  Everything proceeded smoothly for the rest of the afternoon.   As the visitors prepared to depart, Darcy searched within himself for a way to see Elizabeth again as soon as possible.   What pretence could he devise?   He could not very well simply assert himself into their travel plans?   But, indeed, he smiled to himself, they must eat.    He invited the three of them to dine at Pemberley, which they graciously accepted.    Knowing that Georgiana would soon be back at home, Darcy knew that he would also be able to visit Elizabeth to introduce her to his sister and inquired as to where they were staying.

As the carriage slowly revolved out of Pemberley, Darcy reviewed all the conversations, looks, and pleasantries of the afternoon through his mind.  The chance encounter of the day had burgeoned into one of his favorite days in Pemberley in quite some time.  He had seen Elizabeth smile often, and laugh heartily.   As for himself, he was now more in love with her than ever before.    She was truly a breath of fresh air into his life.

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Darcy stopped in his tracks, and looked over at the angelic face of Miss Elizabeth Bennett.  The words that she had spoken mere moments ago had journeyed deep within his heart.   Her visage smiled back at him as she viewed the myriad of emotions upon his face.   She had lovingly expressed her engaging feelings for him, which had been growing within her ever since her visit to Pemberley.  Her heart and every feeling for Darcy were open to accepting him, as she conveyed her true feelings.  His chest beat heartily as the weight of her words flowed through every fiber of his being.   Reaching across to her he clasped her hands in his, looking down upon her beautiful face.   The rest of the world ceased to exist, with neither one of them noticing that Charles and Jane were disappearing down the trodden path upon which they had all ventured out for a walk. 

Darcy finally found his voice and striving to keep his emotions steady he said, “My lady, your words fill me with a joy that you cannot begin to imagine.  I am blessed and so mightily pleased to hear your feelings have changed favorably for me.  I welcome knowing that we now appear to mirror one another in our innermost heartfelt desires.”

“My dear sir, I know that our acquaintance was wrought by forces outside of either of our control in the beginning, but now that I have come to know you, I will not deny my feelings any longer.”

Darcy felt the smile spreading across his face causing his cheeks to hurt just a little.  The many months that he had been suffering since professing his love for Elizabeth had caused him a great deal of torture.   He knew that the turning point for them had been her visit to Pemberley, and his smile grew even wider at the remembrance of that day.

“Beloved Elizabeth, I am happier than any man has a right to be.   You have already made me into a better man and I would wish not to spend any more of my life without you by my side every day for years to come.”   Watching her face Darcy lost himself in her beautiful smile, noting the twinkling in her eyes.   She may be enjoying this, he thought to himself.   As well she should, given how obtuse my expression of love for her was previously verbalized.   He gazed into her chestnut brown eyes and felt himself realize the full potential of their life together for the first time.   Indeed, he had loved her for many months, but now that her feelings were equal to his, the heavens had opened and presented him with an image of exactly how happy their lives together would be.

Darcy watched as she continued to look up into his face.  It was as if she could read his every feeling showing upon his countenance.  She had already captured his heart, so it was not a surprise to him that she was able to read into his very mind and soul.   He longed to embrace her, but would not do so yet.   Properly, he held her hands in his own, and stared into her eyes.

“Elizabeth Bennett, it would be my greatest honor if you would consent to be my wife.  Everything that you are and all the goodness that you possess are desired by me.   I could not pass another day, without knowing that your beautiful face will be mine to look upon for all eternity.   Your passionate love of life, and intelligent regard for those who deserve it, makes you a woman unequalled by any previous in my acquaintance.”  He paused for a moment, with an attempt to further gather his thoughts.   She was enjoying the moment he could see, as he could read her face as well.  Her brown eyes twinkled even greater as he strove to continue his declaration.   His love for her threatened to overwhelm him as his throat became slightly choked up.   Clearing his throat lightly, he continued. 

“Please do me the honor of accepting my sincerest request in your hand Elizabeth.   I do not know what I would do without you in my life.   Please know that I will strive every day to make you the happiest woman in all of Derbyshire, indeed, in the entire world.  You have my heart, mind, body and soul my beloved woman.  Miss Elizabeth Bennett, will you please consent be my wife?”

She looked back at him as he searched her face for her response.   Barely, she contained her pleasure as she paused and looked off across the fields.   She replayed his words in her head, and they resounded true of nature and intent.   She did not want him to suffer any longer as she spoke to him, “Fitzwilliam Darcy, I would be honored to accept your proposal as my love for you has grown to never experienced heights.   I do know that we will be very happy together, and nothing would please me more than to be with you for the rest of my life.”

Darcy beamed at her as he enclosed his arms around her figure, pulling her close to him.  He held her tightly feeling that now he finally had her in his arms exactly where he had wanted her to be, he never wanted to let her go ever again.   Darcy felt everything that had burgeoned up within him over the past few months finally release as he luxuriated in her embrace for quite some time.   His heart was overflowing and he could not contain his pleasure until sanity and propriety reasserted itself upon him once again.  He stepped back from Elizabeth, sadly letting her out of his embrace for the moment.  Excitedly, he began to walk with her by his side, “We must go back to Longborne now where I will request your hand from your father properly.   I will not wait another minute as I want everyone to know of our happiness.”

Elizabeth nodded as they turned around and headed back towards her family home.   She chuckled to herself as she added just one more notion as they walked, “I daresay sir, this proposal was quite more highly presented than your previous one.”   She laughed as she saw him squirm a little beside her and took his hand in hers as they walked towards home.   Together they began the journey to embark upon their new life together one step at a time.

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Two couples strolled down the lane away from Longborne with the effervescent Mr. Bingley and Miss Jane Bennett in the lead.   The inwardly tortured Mr. Darcy and witty Miss Elizabeth Bennett followed casually behind the laughing pair of love-birds.  Darcy mused upon their walk, as he strove to come up with some kind of conversational banter to entertain Miss Elizabeth with.  His mind whirled in many different directions, with his countenance beguiled at every mental turn. 

“I truly enjoyed my visit to Pemberley, and apologize again for intruding upon you as we had been assured that you were not at home,” Miss Bennett proffered. 

“The pleasure was indeed mine,” Darcy responded with a slight nod of his head.  “I thoroughly reveled in showing you, your aunt, and uncle the grounds.”   Damn, man why can’t you say what is truly in your heart?  Indeed, the trees had seemed greener at Pemberley that day, his laughter had come more easily, and he that he had been unable to get her smile out of his mind since then.   The stroll that the foursome had pleasured in around the grounds had certainly been one of his favorite days upon Pemberley for many years.   He had thought of Elizabeth every single day since, which continued to torture him to no end.    Could he not just come out and speak of all of these things to her?  No, indeed he must not.    She knew that he had loved her enough to propose marriage to her, and she had refuted him.  But that was before they enjoyed such a pleasurable walk around his estate.  But, he must not cling to false hope where there was none to be found.

And now, they were walking down a tree-lined lane outside of Longborne.   Elizabeth was smiling at Darcy as his musings flowed through his mind.   Her pleasant, chestnut eyes beseeched him, likely pondering what was going on within his thoughts.   If she only knew, he thought.   Darcy strode lightly onward, with the lady of his affections and ever-pervading thoughts mere inches from his side.  He felt as if he would burst if he could not reaffirm his love for her.   Indeed, the feelings would not go away and were only growing deeper with every interaction.   Damn Bingley and his suggestion of a walk, Darcy’s mind asserted.  Chastising himself for agreeing to accompany the walkers, Darcy struggled further.

“Pray tell sir, is it not a truly glorious day for a walk?” Elizabeth broke through his reverie.  “I may even add that the company is welcomed and appreciated,” she boldly added.

Darcy’s face burgeoned into a smile, looking over to the beautiful woman striding next to him.   Her face looked up into his and burned into his very soul.   Her eyes twinkled in mirth, likely again ponderous of his inner thoughts.  Darcy’s thought at the moment was that this walk was indeed turning into a pleasurable day.  He had spent hours over the past few weeks trying every vigorous activity at his disposal to thrust her out of his heart, without success.   Perhaps, all that had been needed was the intervention of Elizabeth’s aunt’s desire to see Pemberley.   That, and his pleasant hosting of the group may have caused Miss Bennett to begin to look more favorably upon him.    If it were the case, he could certainly replicate such an affable countenance.   He looked over to Elizabeth again and began to inquire as to other walks that she enjoyed around her home of Longborne.  She warmed to the topic instantly and regaled him with descriptions of the many fields and paths that she often leisured upon. 

The day was certainly looking brighter, with the trees and fields bursting forth now with brilliant green colors.  Darcy’s eyes were opening further and his heart was ready to receive all the love that Miss Bennett could bestow upon him.   Their feet ambled together down the lane as the walk continued, with both of them smiling more so than they had been earlier in the day.

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A Dance

Often times in the past, Darcy had looked upon dancing with barely veiled disgust.   His pride and contempt were evident in his staid composure as he watched his affable friend, Mr. Bingley sail across the floor with many a curly, blond-haired lady upon his arm.   Darcy stood in the corner, observing, but not partaking in the forays.   To him, dances were one borne of elegance and proper composure, and the less refined instances that he found himself attending with his friend Bingley were certainly not up his proper sense of par within society. 

His hawk like stare observed many a fault upon decorum throughout the room as steps were missed, and awkward moments abounded.   The ladies were all coiffed in their finest gowns, but in the country setting of Meryton, none of the adornments could be considered worthy of those to be beheld in Town.  A few of the women in attendance were certainly lovely in their own simple way, but Darcy did not desire to entertain the pose of dancing with lesser instructed partners. 

For him two things bestowed pleasure upon his countenance and were second to none during a turn about the floor, if executed properly.  The mere feel of a woman’s hand upon his was a very pleasurable contentment in the joined nature of a dance.  Pressing one’s hand against the dainty hand of an equaled partner always pleased him to no end.   It was a simple gesture, but true.  Additionally, the observance of a highly-held, curved neck when a woman of fine posture framed her gaze aloft while reciting the steps properly was likewise an enticing sight.  As Darcy rolled his eyes across the assembly, his thinly veiled contempt showed upon his face.   He did concede that his friend, Mr. Bingley had chosen one of the most beautiful women at the dance.   Darcy knew that Miss Bennett’s younger sister was also finely composed, but he still held no desire to enter into a dance with her in such a raucous environment.

Darcy chanced a look across the room to the chestnut haired Miss Elizabeth Bennett and observed her as she gaily chatted with those that surrounded her station.   Darcy noted that her posture was erect, and she certainly did hold herself slightly above the silly escapades that her younger sisters engaged in.  She appeared to even attempt to rein her offending sisters in slightly whenever propriety demanded intervention.

Darcy imagined within his mind of how a dance with Miss Bennett would unfold.  Her graceful arms would likely sweep through the air in an elegant manner, and she certainly demonstrated fine posture, but Darcy focused anew upon her alabaster skin and deep, brown eyes.   He would certainly enjoy staring across the floor into her smiling visage.  Although, he knew she held no desire to dance with him, as she had made herself clear on the subject earlier.   Still, he mused on the prospect, a small inkling of curiosity building within him, even amidst the loud, torturous rambling that continued throughout the room.

Indeed he posed that a dance with the lovely Miss Bennett would certainly not be all that difficult to undertake.  He wondered if she would whirl about the room quietly, or whether she would interject affable banter when she was close to her partner.   One can never tell in advance of these things…

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A Look

Reposed on a couch, with his back straight in the air, Darcy gazed across the room at a beautiful sight.  With a hand resting against his firm chin, his piercing eyes found the object of his respect and desire.   Miss Elizabeth Bennett stood behind the pianoforte, attending to Darcy’s young sister Georgiana.   Darcy’s bold eyes locked upon Elizabeth’s chestnut brown colored ones.  Losing himself deep within the dark pools of inner strength and beauty as their eyes held one another Darcy felt an extraordinary respect for this woman.   Moments ago, the spiteful Miss Bingley had brought up a devilish topic, one of Mr. Wickham.  The very air had been sucked out of the room as silence greeted Miss Bingley’s proffered evil spite.  Miss Bennett had simply not taken the bait, but instead had strode over to Georgiana to assist her in turning the pages of music held aloft atop the pianoforte.   The posture and ladylike demeanor that had been exuded by Elizabeth heralded a truly genteel upbringing that her father would be proud of Darcy was sure.

Darcy felt an immense pride growing within him as he continued to stare into Miss Bennett’s eyes across the room.   He had already held her in high regard, but she was proving herself even loftier in her poise and manner than he had previously known.   Her lack of prejudice back upon Miss Bingley had saved Darcy’s sister from a tenuous conversation.   The look of this woman now returned back to him, filled him with a mixture of thoughts.  Every fiber of his being was attuned to her at this moment.   She graced him was such a caring glance, as her eyes held his.  A man feels full when embraced fully under the gaze of just such a woman.

Miss Bennett’s gentle look held Darcy’s as a shared countenance flowed between them, charged with palpable feeling.  A mutual respect, a shared thankfulness, and a growing love for one another.   Caring about other people’s feelings and putting them ahead of one’s own is a difficult quality to master.   Darcy knew this from experience as his own posture was often tested.  He mused inwardly as to how it could be that this country borne lady could exude such grace and ladylike demeanor?

The rest of the inhabitants in the room simply ceased to exist.   The shared look that passed between the two figures existed in a world all its own unstressed by outside interference.   Darcy could hear the music that his sister played, but his entire mind and soul were captured in the gaze returned to him from across the room.   His heart pattered quicker within his chest as his mind raced, full of feelings for this extraordinary woman.   She proceeded to enrapture him more so with every day that passed.  He found that his mind journeyed to thoughts of her when she was not within his sight.   He knew deep within that his future years would be dim and boring without her affable laughter to accompany him.  His body of course, desired to know her more fully; the depths of which were not to even be entertained at this moment.  But her twinkling eyes captured his very soul, and he felt as if he could look upon her for hours and never tire of her beautiful face.   Deeming her inner strength also extremely endearing, he knew that she could banter easily upon any subject, while maintaining some form of propriety.   She possessed thoughts and opinions, to which he placed a high value.   He sought daily to increase her opinions of him, within her eyes.

Her sparkling eyes continued to hold his, as a slight smile graced her lips.  He wondered what was going on behind those eyes, deep within her thoughts.   Musing on whether or not she could be caught up in the same inner strife that he struggled with did not enter lightly into his mind.   Darcy knew what she thought of him, as she told him quite often.   He sought to expand upon their relationship and would do anything within his power to fulfill a life in which those brilliant, loving eyes would turn his way every day.  If ever such was to be the case, he would consider himself the luckiest man in all of Derbyshire.

All this, contained within a simple look, across a crowded room.

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