This is a little scene based on the 2005 movie. Patricia, thanks for reading it for me before I put it up here. R & R please, I'm just trying to see if this works, and please forgive me my errors. :)
As he stood there before me, dishevelled wet hair stuck to his skull, his eyes on my lips and then burning into my eyes and back again. I know I felt more for him then I let myself believe. From the first moment I saw him I fell in love. But then he made that comment 'she is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me' to Mr. Bingley, and I killed that feeling with my disappointment. I replaced it with Hate. A hate I have nurtured with relish. Until now!
Can I be attracted to, or worse love a despicable man? Can I? My heart told me to trust him, but can I rely on my heart in this. He spoke about his dealings with Jane and Bingley with candid honesty, and gave a sensible answer. Charlotte had warned me, just for that reason. But the anger and passion he eluded over my question concerning Wickham was different. He despises the man, I could see that much. Could I be wrong in my assumptions that Mr. Darcy is solely to blame for Wickham's predicament? Or worst, its Wickham's own doing! Could it?
He is still arrogant, aloof, and probably a man that, as he had said himself, has a resentful temper, but between the lines he spoke in his proposal that offended me so much just now, and the heated words we exchanged about Jane, Bingley and Wickham. I felt sensations between anger, curiosity and desire. Anger I understood, but the winning curiosity and desire I did not. His eyes holding me captive told my traitorous body another story altogether when it answered.
I am afraid my knees would buckle, if I could move. My eyes are glued to his eyes, burning blues and ardour. My heart thundered in my chest. My breath came in short pants. My belly was burning with a feeling that reached unspeakable places. Then I looked at his lips; his suddenly luscious and desirable lips, I just want to know how they taste. I do not know who made the first move; it could be we acted in the same time. Now I know he tastes delicious, tempting, and I want more. To hell with decorum, I need to know how it is to be held in his arms and be kissed one more time, even if this is the last time.