This is crazy. Utterly batshit crazy. After all this time. It is finally happening. William Darcy is here.
Quite literally, too. With the camera off they had collapsed into each other, lips locked together, hands exploring, trying to commit the feel of each other, lips on lips, hands running through hair, the feel of each other pressed together, to memory.
Because this time, they were together. Past the awkwardness. Past the fighting. Past the quiet, secretive glances of intense longing and admiration.
All that was over. They had finally done it, the pent up emotion of the last year had caused the walls to collapse. And boy did they. They smashed into each other at a million miles an hour, and became inseparable.
And so now they were together, on the floor, having neglected the skinny couch. Lizzie's hands went to cup Darcy's jaw, and mess up his hair further. She loved the silky feel of it, and the smooth, squarish shape of his jawbone.
Lizzie's hair was soft, running through his fingers like water. It was amazing. She was finally here. No more dreams. No more longing. No more wishing. Because she was here, in his arms, and he would never let go.
This whole thing was surreal. William Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet were together at last. And there was no changing that.
