Warning for mature content: sex scene. Heads up, I wrote this in first year uni. I was shit at writing sex scenes, well, I still am but anyway.
Within the week that followed, the couple arranged for their departure to Netherfield. They were aware their stay may be for some duration – Elizabeth was keen to accompany her sister for as long as possible. Though she was well aware of the quality company her brother-in-law offered her sister, she felt obliged, in her duty as a sister, to care for Jane as long as she could. As her husband regrettably informed her that business forbid their stay exceed a month, he assured her, with the utmost consideration, that she would see Jane again before she had delivered.
Elizabeth had scarce seen her family since her marriage. She had expected to invite them all to Pemberley shortly, when Jane's letter had arrived instead. Now, she would soon see them all received again at Netherfield. It pleased her when she thought of seeing her sisters again and even her over-affectionate mother. It was, however, her father whom she longed most to see. Friday came with much haste and the couple soon found themselves heading briskly for Netherfield.
The road was rough indeed. The route was commonly used and Elizabeth suspected it had been long since its surface had been maintained. With each pothole they rode over, the couple became more uncomfortable. Her seat pained her with every thump and she felt a little anxious, but she kept it from showing in her looks. She brought her attention to the prospect out the carriage window to ease her nerves. Her husband, however, was uneasy for a different cause.
While she fixed her gaze upon the beauty of the rich countryside, Darcy's was otherwise engaged. For the duration of their journey, he had found himself unable to stray a glance away from his wife. Her complexion was most fair this particular day and her crystal eyes seemed to glisten in what little sunlight was visible. Gentle tendrils ornamented her radiant face, braceleting her cheeks which glowed with the shades of pale roses. Her soft lips parted subtly in the wonder of her gaze. She was blossoming with feminine beauty. While the carriage rocked and jolted, Elizabeth remained upright and rather still. Her elegant face tilted softly as she continued to look, exposing her slender neck to her husband's eager gaze.
He breathed with much difficulty. They had been absent from such marital activity for the past week – business and preparation had brought great demands upon his recent time and he often retired too fatigued to even consider such activity, even with the kind attention of his wife. The carriage jolted grievously, though rather than cause him harm, his seat firmly pressed against him in an almost massage. A familiar tightening stirred in his loins.
Sensing his discomfort, his wife looked upon him with concern. "My love, you are unwell?"
In childish embarrassment, he strayed from her gaze.
"I too feel ill at ease," she admitted. "It might have been easier riding there. We had better slow down a little."
Darcy stared at her, stirred by sudden passion. Then, without the slightest hesitation in an attempt to compose himself, he hastily leaned forward to claim his wife's neck.
Elizabeth was frozen in shock. Her husband's moist lips spread over her skin as he absorbed her in brutal affection. She closed her eyes as his touch consumed her, her mouth hanging in unmasked pleasure. He clasped her cheek as he ascended his lips to meet with hers. Their mouths devoured each other in wanton ecstasy. Elizabeth felt what discomfort she may have had leave her completely as she shared her kiss with her husband. Darcy released her lips to look upon her face. Her eyes were brightened in ecstasy. She was speechless in shock and arousal.
"I am sorry," he lowered his head apologetically.
His wife shook hers gently, "don't be."
His eyes met with hers again. "I must have you," he told her.
She looked on him with bewilderment, "pardon?"
"I am sorry," he said again. "We have had so long, so many opportunities, but I must have you."
"Now?" She asked.
He nodded.
"Here?"
"Or we shall have no choice but to contain ourselves until our return from Netherfield," he reminded her.
She breathed nervously. The thought of being received at Netherfield after such activity was simply mortifying. However, though her pride forbid she admit it, she found herself now most aroused by her husband's advances and could see no possible effort of containment. She responded to his request by meeting his lips again.
Their affair escalated with much haste. Neither man nor woman would see their impulses repressed. They spoke naught a word though the volume of their breath rose in their ears as Darcy clasped the tender face of his wife and consumed her lips. Elizabeth responded with such force she felt her corset grasp her aching breasts and her skin began to soak in heat. Through his grasp, Darcy pulled at her ribbons and allowed her secure bonnet to slip from her head.
Their coats were a great intrusion. They gripped their bodies like chains in severe oppression and their skin burned to feel the other's touch. The lovers parted momentarily and made haste to remove them. The carriage continued to jolt and the couple found themselves stuck between their garments. Their success was eventually found with much difficulty. Through her gown, the gentleman held his mistress' breasts as he devoured her cleavage. Elizabeth clasped her eyes shut as her husband consumed her with such brutal intimacy that drove her made with desire. In her ecstasy, she allowed her palm to slip below where either party could see.
Her husband's response was no less than she anticipated. His mouth attacked her more forcefully as he became wanton. That which Elizabeth held in her grasp grew immensely. Darcy quivered at her treatment and his hunger grew unbearable. He had to have her. With much haste, he found her hem and ascended his palms beneath it. Fiery pleasure aroused below the level of their gaze. The lovers surrendered themselves to each other as they became unbearably desperate. Man and wife united their lips again as their sexes united.
It was brief indeed. Their affection was maddening and they defied any fragment of repression. They consumed each other and gave up every last individual trace of themselves to be nothing less than one another, united in love, passion and marriage. They found their release together, bonded physically and affectionately.
They gazed at one another, their breath heavy in their chests and their brightened skin perspiring. Never, in the three months of their union, had they experienced such ecstasy. Elizabeth recalled the first time her husband had introduced her to the pleasures of married life. She had been frightened, but found comfort in his kindness. She remembered pain, although brief, it was none the less present. Her virginity being torn away by the man she loved. Now, as the mistress of their union, pleasure sought to consume her more than ever.
She gently moved off her husband and back onto her seat, her eyes not leaving his. The pair were a mess, their garments creased from physical passion and soiled in perspiration. Their faces glowed though not from shame. While they were in no state to be received, such dread naught found them as they were overcome by bewilderment. The passions which lay buried within each other they had conjured in their unity. They had been married three months, but only now had they been truly united.
Elizabeth finally spoke. "I doubt we are in any state to be received."
Darcy laughed, his visible chest continued to heave as he struggled to draw breath. Elizabeth did her best to adjust her skirts however, with no maid; she was unsure how well she could fix herself. Her corset had loosened a great deal and she worried she might fall out of it.
Her husband awkwardly refastened his breeches and made the best of the buttons on his shirt – its clean, white colour was now darkened by his soaking chest. He found his jacket beneath their feet, now creased and slightly battered. He clumsily attempted to fit his arms through in the tight enclosure of the carriage. They recalled how difficult it was to remove their garments and knew there would be much more in getting them on.
They looked at each other as they attempted their task and found themselves laughing at their folly. "I cannot say whence I have looked more ridiculous," she confessed. "Now, or that day I walked to Netherfield, my hem six inches in mud at least."
Darcy grinned. "I cannot say whence you have looked more beautiful."
Elizabeth coloured a little at his statement.
"It is no lie. Your eyes are as bright now as they were that day."
Elizabeth laughed. "You have only yourself to thank for that."
The prospect of Netherfield soon appeared before them and Elizabeth felt a warm sense of familiarity. Though at the time engaged with great discomfort, she now looked back on her many visits with such fondness. It was, indeed, here she had first danced with her now husband. She often laughed at how ill she thought of him then.
Mr Bingley and his wife came out to receive them. For a man who it seemed was always impeccably cheerful, he seemed even more merry than usual. Jane was beaming as well. Elizabeth observed the growth in her size since their last encounter. It was only subtle, but a sister could tell.
"How very fortunate!" Bingley exclaimed as Elizabeth and her husband removed themselves from their carriage. "It is a long journey, I can assure you," He told them. "You both look exhausted."
"We apologise for our inability to arrive in a tidier fashion," Darcy remarked, "the roads are most uneven this time of year."
"You need not apologise, Darcy, we are always happy to receive you."
Jane looked to her sister in mild puzzlement, Elizabeth stood behind her husband in an attempt to hide her glowing complexion.
Husbands headed inside but wives remained. Elizabeth beamed at Jane and embraced her with joy. She was truly, very happy for her sister. "It has been too long, dear Jane," Elizabeth remarked. "While married life has not been a burden of any sort, I must confess how dearly I have missed you."
Jane grinned at her sister. "Oh Lizzy! How I have missed you!" The girls laughed happily, it was truly wonderful to be in each other's company again.
As she entered the house, any thoughts of her recent adventures diminished as she eagerly engaged in the long missed company of her sister. She sat in the drawing room at Netherfield, amused by her in-law's tales. She had no thoughts of what she and her husband had discussed shortly before their departure, nor of their passionate affair on their journey to Netherfield. None the less, despite her present ignorance, the events of the past few hours had already begun to influence her. Naught the slightest idea crossed her thoughts as she spoke fondly to her sister about her present condition, that there was a certain similarity there. And as Elizabeth smiled for her sister's happiness, she knew not she would soon be seeing her own.
