AN: Published December 2011, completed April 2013, edited and updated March 2016.
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Prologue
Lizzie woke feeling elated in a warm and comfortable bed. Last night had been amazing and she couldn't help but smile into her pillow as she remembered it. After a hectic night at the fundraiser, just seeing him had lifted her spirits, and after a few glasses of expensive French wine, her inhibitions were slightly lowered. Not that she had any regrets. She'd flung herself into his arms when she saw him, and was quickly encircled in his by their strength. She had wasted no time in kissing him, not even giving him a chance to speak.
She had only been dating George Wickham for a few weeks, and while they'd kissed a few times they'd never gotten much further, until last night. Elizabeth rolled over in the bed and found his warm body. He wrapped his arms around her sleepily and she snuggled closer.
"Mmm, good morning Elizabeth," he murmured.
She froze. Suddenly stiff in his arms, cautiously she lifted her head and looked up at him, and wished that she hadn't.
She jumped out of bed and screamed.
"DARCY?"