A/N: Characters belong to Jane Austen. Also, I owe a lot to the fantastic books written by Marsha Altman, because they have inspired me and gave me ideas for this fanfic.
Chapter 2: The Wedding Night.
Netherfield.
There was a large dinner ready when they arrived at Netherfield. Everyone gathered around the table and started eating. 'When will this be over?' Lizzy thought. 'I want to leave for London. I want to be alone with my husband!' Lizzy looked at Darcy. 'I can see he is uncomfortable… But I think only I notice it… Perhaps Bingley and Jane notice it too, but he is very good at hiding his true feelings…'
Darcy noticed his wife was looking at him. "Are you well, Mrs. Darcy?" He saw she had been daydreaming, because her eyes brightened when he spoke. "I am sorry, Mr. Darcy. What were you saying?" "I was asking if you are well, Mrs. Darcy." "Oh yes, I am very well.", she said smiling. "I only wish this dreadful dinner was over and we could take our leave…", she whispered to him. Darcy smiled slightly at hearing his wife say this. "I wish the same…", he said, if possibly even more quiet than Elizabeth.
"Mr. Bingley?" "Yes, Mrs. Bingley?" "Shall we retire to the drawing room with our guests? I believe they will be overfed if we stay longer at this table." Bingley smiled. "Yes, I believe you are right. You are a most observant wife, Mrs. Bingley."
Mr. Bingley stood up and took Jane's arm. With this, she also stood up. "My dear ladies and gentleman. I think this is the time to retire to the drawing room. Will you join me?", Bingley said with a smile on his face. The guests mumbled in agreement. Everyone stood up and walked to the drawing room. Later that evening, Mr. & Mrs. Darcy had finally escaped from Netherfield.
The Way to London.
They were in a carriage to Darcy's London townhouse. Lizzy was happy to be alone with her husband, even if it was in a carriage. 'She is so beautiful… Really, I must be dreaming…', Darcy thought, when he peeked at his wife. 'I am actually a little ashamed to even think this, but I can not wait until we are in our bedchambers.'
He had put his arm around Lizzy, who was sitting next to him. She looked at him when she felt his arm touch her shoulder. "Well Mr. Darcy… I am surprised…", she said. "Why, my dear?" "Such a display of affection… By you?" He could hear by the way she said it, that she was making fun of him. He decided to play along. "If you do not like it, I will stop this instant.", he said, while removing his hand from her shoulder.
"I find this very vexing, Mr. Darcy. Surely, you would not turn your back on me during our wedding night?", Lizzy said. "Well, Mrs. Darcy. I do not know what you want from me. Would you like me to despise you or would you like me to love you?" "Hmm… Maybe a little of both, but mainly the last.", she said and laughed. At this reply, he smiled and laid his arm on her shoulder again. 'I do not know why…', he thought. '…but I think I love her now more than ever…' Only half an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a fancy London townhouse.
Netherfield.
Late at night, the last guests were finally retiring to their rooms. Normally, Mr. Bingley was more than happy to be the host of Netherfield, but not tonight. 'Oh, why did my guests not realise this is my wedding night!', he thought, while he walked up the stairs to his room. Jane had retired an hour ago. 'What if she is sleeping? I do not wish to wake her… But I can not wait any longer to kiss her and- …', he blushed. 'Oh, Bingley!', he slapped himself in his mind. 'Do not think such things! Jane is an honourable woman.'
When he entered his room, his bed was empty. 'Hmm… I guess she is in her own room then…' Bingley looked at the door that separated his room from hers. He walked up to the door. 'What if I wake her?' He hesitated. 'Well… I think she will forgive me for that…'
He carefully opened the door and peeked around the corner. The room was dark and he heard the soft sound of Jane's breathing. He silently walked to the bed stand in his own room and grabbed a candle. He walked back to the door and went into Jane's room. He slowly walked up to her. When he reached the bed, he placed the candle on the bed stand and carefully sat down on the bed.
Jane was still asleep, tired of all the things that happened today. He noticed she was not under the covers and she still wore her bridal gown. Bingley sat quietly for a few minutes, watching his wife. '…She is just so beautiful… And she looks so cute. I do not think I will have the heart to wake her up…'
When he slowly stood up to return to his own room, Jane moved. Afraid to wake her, he did not move. Slowly, Jane opened her eyes. "…Charles?" "Yes, my love?" "Is this a dream?" Bingley was surprised. "What do you mean, Jane?" "Well… The marriage and all… Was it real? Am I really your wife now?" Jane still looked a bit sleepy. "Well… Yes… It was all real… I am sorry for waking you." Jane smiled at him. "Do not be sorry, dear husband. I hoped you would wake me, actually." "Why on earth would you hope that?", he said in amazement. "I did not want to miss our wedding night…"
Suddenly, Bingley's head turned as red as his hair and he grinned from ear to ear. Jane noticed it and laughed. "I believe you are slightly blushing, husband." "Oh, I know I am, dear Jane. It is your fault, if I may say." Jane smiled and sat up to hug her husband. "You may say that, Charles." He hugged her and then he stood up. "Where are you going?", Jane asked. "I am just going to close and lock both your and my door.", he said with a grin. Jane laughed. "You are a silly man, Charles Bingley. Just hurry up!"
In no time, Bingley was back in his wife's bedroom again. While he was locking doors, she had stood up and walked to her dresser. She was taking off her jewellery. He approached her and stood behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. Through the mirror, she looked him in the eye. "I think I love you, Charles Bingley.", she said. Bingley smiled at her and said. "I know I love you, Jane Bingley." He kissed her on the cheek and kissed her there again. And again.
He kissed down from her cheek to her neck. Jane gave a small sigh. He gently turned her around, so they were face to face. He kissed her on the lips and from there slowly made his way down her neck to her collarbone. Jane sighed again, a little louder now, and she gently grabbed his chin and brought his lips up to hers. She kissed him somewhat shyly and took off his jacket. She then started to untie his cravat while kissing. When the cravat fell to the floor, Bingley broke their kiss and slowly turned her again. He stroked her arms and he gently opened her bridal gown, which fell to the floor a minute later.
Jane pulled out the hairpin which held her hair up. Her blonde hair fell down her back until an inch above her pelvic bone. She turned around, facing her husband again and carefully removed his waistcoat. She kissed him. He stroked her back and began to muddle with her corset. She laughed while kissing, when she noticed what he was doing. When Bingley had loosened the knot in her corset, he broke the kiss and turned her again to take off her corset and petticoat. Jane was shaking a bit. Not because she was cold, but because she was now only wearing her undergarments.
Feeling a bit exposed, she covered her breasts with her arms. Bingley looked her in the eye and said softly: "Do not be ashamed, my love… You are beautiful…" She could see that he was sincere and slowly removed her hands from her chest. Bingley kissed her and stroked her from her neck down to her breasts. He broke their kiss and started to make a trail of kisses from her face to her breasts. He kissed her nipples and Jane sighed.
Bingley smiled and took her face in his hands to kiss her in a way he had never done before. He slowly opened his mouth a bit and his tongue gently licked her lips. She understood the hint and slightly opened her mouth. While kissing, she unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest. He slowly removed his hands from her face and lifted her up. She put her hands around his neck and kept kissing him, while he walked over to the bed. He broke their kiss when he laid her down on the bed and sat beside her.
She looked at him and took off his shirt, which she threw on the floor. He sat on the side of the bed to remove his boots. Jane hugged him from behind and he felt her bosom pressing against his back. He took one of her hands in his and started kissing it softly. With her other hand, she stroked his face.
After several minutes, Jane tried to turn Bingley around, so they would be face to face. Bingley turned and kissed Jane. While kissing, they laid themselves down on the bed. Jane blushed when she slowly lowered her hands to his pants. When he noticed it, he blushed too and broke their kiss. Jane looked at him as if she had been caught stealing cookies. He smiled and she resumed removing her husband's pants. When they were lying there, both in only their undergarments, they did not know what to do anymore. Well, they knew what to do, but not how to do it.
But Jane, who was quite turned on, finally took the first step and removed her undergarments. She then did the same with her husband's remaining clothes. Bingley stroked through her hair. "You are the most beautiful woman that will ever walk this earth." Jane got tears in her eyes. "You are so sweet…", she said, as he swept her tears away with his fingers.
He stroked her hair and face and then slowly made his way down with one of his hands. He stroked her inner thighs and then carefully 'entered' her with a finger. She moaned as he began gently moving up and down with his finger. Jane was panting a little and kissed him on the forehead. "…Ch- Charles…Do not-… T-… torment me like… Like this…", she said softly.
She felt he was shocked, because he suddenly stopped moving. "…Am I hurting you?", he said frightened. She smiled. "No… No… That is… Not it. It is… It is just so… So nice…" Bingley felt relieved. "Okay…" He took his finger out of her and carefully got on top of her. He kissed her and said softly: "…Are… Are you ready…?" Jane smiled and said: "…Yes…"
Bingley 'entered' her. He kept looking at her face, to make sure she was not in pain. Her face showed a little uneasiness and he stopped. "Are you okay, love?", he asked concerned. She nodded and her face turned red. "Yes… It is… Just a little big…" Bingley's face turned red also. "But… But you can go on…", she said and smiled. Bingley began moving and stroked her breasts. Jane moaned and wrapped her arms around him. He moved slow and careful and after a few bumps he started moving faster. Jane felt like she was exploding with pleasure.
A moment later, Bingley groaned loud as he sank down on Jane. He kissed her on her forehead and moved off of her. He was staring at the sealing and Jane placed her head on his chest. He stroked her hair and after while, he noticed she was asleep. He smiled and closed his eyes.
Darcy's London Townhouse.
Lizzy stepped out of the carriage. She looked at the townhouse in amazement. Darcy stepped out of the carriage as well and looked at Lizzy. "You like it?" "…Yes, but it is quite big for a townhouse, is it not?" "Well, it is when one only spends a few weeks a year here. But remember Georgiana lives here most of the time." "Yes, that is true. We should do something about that." "About what, my dear?"
"Well… About the fact that Christmas is the only time of year Georgiana is at Pemberley. I would like to have my sister-in-law at Pemberley for the greater part of the year." Darcy smiled in an odd sort of way. Almost sad. Lizzy noticed it and took his hand in hers. "I will make sure she shall be brightening our days in no time!" Darcy smiled. 'I love my wife!'
Suddenly, he lifted her up. Lizzy gave a scream in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck. Darcy went in to the house and walked up the stairs, straight to their bedchambers. Lizzy got the tingles when she saw the door. '…Oh God… What will happen in there? Will I be able to do my duty as a wife? What if… What if I do it all wrong?'
Darcy did not run up the stairs. He actually walked slower with every step that took him closer to the door. '…Okay… Come on, Darcy… You are a grown man… You are able to do this… But do what? I have no idea what to do… What is she expecting from me…? No doubt her mother has given her a slight insight on the matter. And what if she gets frightened of something and she turns her back on me? Oh… At times like these I wish I still had my father to ask for advice.'
They had reached the door and Darcy opened it. He brought Lizzy inside and sat her down on the bed. She immediately stood up and removed her coat and bonnet just to have something to do. Darcy walked back to the door and closed it. 'Shall I lock it, just in case? Or will that give her the idea that I am holding her here?' He decided to take the chance and locked the door. Lizzy heard the sound and looked up. 'Should I be happy or afraid that he has locked the door? Surely, when it does all turn out to be well, it is very wise to have the door locked. That way the servants can not get in. But what if I fail as a wife and… Oh, Lizzy! Not think about that… It will not do me good to think in such a way…'
Darcy turned around and saw Lizzy stare at him. "…Mrs. Dar- …Elizabeth?", he asked. Lizzy stopped staring and looked him in the eye. "Yes… Mr. Da-… Fitzwilliam?" She was not sure he would like it that she had used his Christian name. "…First of all… I do not like the name 'Fitzwilliam'… May I ask you to come up with another nickname for the times we are in private?" "Oh, I am sorry. Hmm… A nice nickname for my husband…"
"Oh… and I do not like 'Fitzers' either." Elizabeth drew a funny face. "Fitzers?" Darcy got a grumpy look on his face. "That is what Wickham used to call me when we were little." Elizabeth burst out in laughter. "Are you serious?" "Dead serious, Elizabeth…" "Okay… Well… What about… My Honey Bunny?" She giggled when she saw his expression. "Oh no… No. Not now, not in a million years!", he said. But when he saw her giggling and a lot more at ease then when they had entered the room, he could not be cross with her. "You have the liberty of coming up with a nickname… Use it wise, my Sunshine…"
When she heard him say that, she looked at him with a face that was glooming with happiness. "…Am I your Sunshine?", she asked him somewhat shyly. "Yes… You have been my Sunshine from the moment I first saw you. But now I can finally say it out loud and not just only in my thoughts." Elizabeth smiled broadly and almost ran in to his arms. She hugged him.
They stood there, hugging each other, for several minutes. But neither of them cared for it. If it would have been possible, they might have stood there forever. Darcy was the one to break their hug. He looked at Lizzy and kissed her. He slightly opened his mouth and licked her lips with his tongue, begging for entrance. She opened her mouth a bit and their tongues twirled around each other.
Darcy caressed her hair and slid his hand over a hairpin, which he removed and tossed on the floor. Lizzy removed the other two hairpins herself, so her hair fell down her back. While kissing, Darcy fumbled with the buttons at the back of her wedding gown. Lizzy deepened their kiss and stroked through his hair. He unbuttoned her gown, the back of Lizzy corset was showing. Lizzy broke their kiss, while Darcy gently took down her sleeves and the gown fell to the floor. Lizzy felt a little uneasy, for no one but her maid and Jane had seen her in her corset only. Darcy smiled encouraging and started fumbling with her corset. She smiled a bit. 'Well… He has to undress me for the first time anyway, so then better now than tomorrow. ', she thought.
When he had opened her corset, he gently took it off. Now, Lizzy felt more exposed than ever before. She took up the courage to start with undressing Darcy. She took off his jacket and cravat and threw them on the floor. She then started to take off his waistcoat. Darcy laughed softly and Lizzy looked him in the eye.
He kissed her and she finished unbuttoning his waistcoat. She took it off of him and threw it on the pile of other clothing. Darcy kicked out his boots and then lifted Lizzy up. He walked over to the bed and laid her down on it. He sat beside her. She took off his shirt and threw it next to the bed. He untied his pants, but did not take them off. He tried to remove her petticoat and succeeded after a little struggle. He threw the petticoat on to the floor, in the same direction as his shirt.
She shivered with excitement and shyly looked at him. He looked at her face and then his eyes sank down to the rest of her body. He stroked her breasts with one hand, while leaning on his other hand. He started kissing her neck and then circled around her breasts with his mouth. Lizzy breath became somewhat louder, which encouraged him to go on. He licked one of her nipples and massaged her other breasts with his hand. Lizzy fumbled with his pants, trying to get it off. Darcy smiled and stopped licking her nipple.
He made a trail of kisses down her tummy and she giggled in amusement and excitement. He removed her undergarments and gently stroked her thighs. She shivered and he slowly brought one finger into her. She moaned and he carefully began to move his finger up and down. She put her nails into the mattress and he smiled when he noticed it. "Do you like it, my love?", he asked. Lizzy could not answer, but instead nodded in reply. Darcy started licking her nipples again and Lizzy felt like she would explode with pleasure in a few seconds.
Suddenly, Darcy stopped. Lizzy looked up, with a dazzled look in her eyes. He took off his pants and gently lay down on top of her. He looked her in the eye and saw only longing and approval. He 'entered' her and she gave a little cry. He stopped and looked at her. She took his head in her hand and whispered in his ear: "…Go on… Please…". He then started moving and kissed her on her mouth, cheek, forehead, chin and nose. She moaned harder and kissed him.
While kissing, Darcy's breath became heavier. Darcy broke their kiss and moved a bit faster. Lizzy put her nails now into Darcy's back, instead of the mattress. Darcy felt it, but he did not care. 'If this is her way of expressing her excitement, I could not care less that it concerns a few scratches on my back.', he thought.
She moaned a bit louder and Darcy groaned when he moved a little harder. Lizzy squealed hard and then a warm, heavenly feeling came over her. Darcy saw the expression of pleasure on his wife's face and after moving once more, he reached his climax. He groaned very loud and fell down on Lizzy.
She took his head in her hands and kissed him gently on his mouth. She placed his head on her chest and slowly stroked through his hair. "That was… Like going to heaven and then coming back, My Sunshine…", Darcy said, still a bit heavily breathing. "I know… It was perfect… And I have invented a nickname for you…". Darcy raised his head and looked her in the eye. "Which is…?" "My Everything…", she said and kissed him again.
He smiled and laid his head down on her chest again. They lay there for several minutes, before Darcy rolled off of Lizzy. Lizzy then turned around on to her side and lay her head down on Darcy's chest. Darcy caressed her hair. She slowly fell asleep, feeling very save in Darcy's arms.
When Darcy noticed she was sleeping in his arms, he felt very fortunate. 'I am so happy she wants to be my wife… I am so happy that she loves me for who I am, and not for my money or connections… I hope all the nights we will share in this life, will be equally blissful.' He thought back on all the things that had happened today and slowly fell asleep with a smile on his face.
Next up: Chapter 3: The Honeymoon.
Additional A/N:
1. In a review I was told a wall of text is not easy to read, so I decided to update my two chapters and re-read them for spelling.
2. My definitely last exam is in 5 days and after that I can work on chapter three in high-speed. (I have already started a little bit.)
Hopefully I will be blessed with boatloads of inspiration, so I can update soon.
3. Suggestions are always welcome, though I can not guarantee that I will actually do something with it!
4. While I know those nicknames the couples have for each other are as tacky as hell, I promise you I feel the same way,
and will never use them again!
5. And finally, of course: if you like, let me know!
Thanks :)
~Mrs. Nomau.