Just some Dizzie to tide us over until Monday, because we all know that Darcy would submit to anything Lizzie asked of him (and also that Lizzie wouldn't ask too much of him). This should be fully posted within a few days.
Disclaimer: Neither LBD nor P&P are mine!
They've been reading for awhile, Lizzie an old favorite novel and Darcy the new financial reports, when she puts down her book and gently takes his papers away from him. She sets both on the coffee table and stands up from the couch, holding out her hand. He starts to protest but catches the look in her eye and quickly reconsiders, and instead follows her down the hall to their bedroom. He kisses her fully as soon as he's closed the door, his tongue opening her mouth, and she presses her body against his, reciprocating his passion and need.
After a few minutes, Lizzie breaks back from the kiss and looks up at him. "Do you trust me?" she asks, her voice quiet but firm, her hands resting on his shoulders.
Darcy looks down at her, his hands steady at her waist, and nods. He does: they've worked out their words, know what to say to make the other stop, or to go. But he also knows he has no choice in the matter, really. She holds his heart completely in her hands. He has to trust her, and he does. "Yes," he responds.
She gives him a small, almost mischievous smile, and takes a step back, breaking from his hold. "Take off your clothes," she softly commands him.
He acquiesces, stripping himself down to his boxers without rushing, unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants, never breaking eye contact.
"Get on the bed," Lizzie orders, and he obeys, unquestioning, pulling the covers off and lying back on the mattress.
Darcy watches as she takes off her top, dropping it to the side, then unzips and steps out of her skirt. He's seen her in her underwear before, but the sight has yet to cease to amaze him. Her matching dark purple and cream lace underwear contrasts with her pale skin, and he can't wait to take them off her. She walks to the bed and he reaches his hands out for her, but she catches his wrists and smoothly pulls his arms up above his head as she steps onto the bed. Before he knows what's happened, she's looped some silky piece of fabric – a tie? – securely around his wrists and knotted the ends, tying him down to the bedframe. She straddles him, one knee on each side of his waist, and leans down, her mouth at his jaw. He hasn't even had a moment to be surprised, but it's catching up with him now.
"I thought we could try something a little different tonight," Lizzie says as she kisses him along his jawline. Her fingers have already begun to run down his body to his shoulders and chest, and he breathes a little more intensely and less evenly. "I want to see just how much I can make you beg me."