"Good morning, Lizzie."
"Good morning, Will," she said, looking down shyly at her hand on his chest. They were lying in his bed, still undressed, and she was lying with her head on his shoulder, looking up at him as he lazily stroked her back with his fingertips.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, still not looking him in the eye. This was a completely different girl than the take-charge, passionate woman he'd been with last night. Was she blushing? He pulled her closer, breathing in the scent of her hair and relishing the feel of her bare chest against his.
For a long time they were quiet, and he knew their minds were both drifting to the night before.
Last night had been the best night of his life.
When he first entered her, it was the greatest relief of his life. After wishing and wanting, pining and yearning for this woman, he was here. He was with her, he was one with her, and it was perfect.
He entered her slowly, careful not to hurt or overwhelm her, but she quickly became impatient and thrust her hips up to meet his. From that moment on, it was pure bliss.
He tried to go slowly, to savor it and make it last, but that plan quickly went to hell when she gasped against his neck, "Faster."
She was so unbelievably tight. She felt warm and smooth, and everything that he'd dreamed she'd be. He was worried about not being able to please her, but that clearly wasn't the case. The noises she was making were enough to satisfy him for a lifetime, especially when she would breathe out "Will."
Despite the fact that the couch was by no means small, they were encountering some difficulties. Darcy was too tall to keep his legs stretched out, and when he tried to adjust Lizzie hit her head on the armrest. "Sorry," he murmured, but she just shook her head.
Finally he grabbed her firmly around the waist and sat up. The new position, with his feet on the ground and Lizzie sitting on him facing the back of the couch, was meant to be temporary. He'd planned to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom, never pulling out of her, and picking up right where they'd left off on his king bed.
Lizzie clearly had other plans, however. She squeaked in surprise when he shifted position, but her eyes filled with excitement almost immediately. She put one hand on the back of the couch, one hand on Darcy's shoulder, and began to ride him ferociously.
His head fell back, and he was lost in her. He didn't think it could get any better, but this was. With her on top of him, he was able to reach deeper inside her than he thought possible, hitting some spot within that was driving her crazy. At first she set the rhythm, fast and hard, but she was quickly coming apart. He reached for her hips, stilled her, and took over. He started out with slow, deliberate strokes, wrapping his right arm around her and pulling her close. He pulled back so he could look her in the eye, and they stared at each other, marveling in the intensity of the moment.
In her eyes he saw happiness, and hunger for him. Both of their eyes widened, and they knew this wasn't fast enough. He pressed his forehead against the base of her neck, looking between them as he pumped faster and faster. The only sounds in the room were desperate gasps and whimpers, and he wasn't even sure which noises came from who. This was only feeling better and better, and he knew he was getting close.
There was a slight lilt in their steady rhythm as she took his hand and dragged it down to that place that she'd shown him earlier. He didn't need much encouragement, and began pressing and rubbing her urgently with two fingers.
She was shuddering again, and this time he knew for certain what was going to happen. He pressed harder, faster, and thrusted as deep as he could, desperate to send her over the edge. More quickly than he'd expected, she came undone. She shuddered, her head falling forward onto his shoulder and her limbs shaking as she rode out her orgasm. She clenched all around him and Oh, that was new. Watching her and feeling her tightness was all he needed, and moments later he was spilling into her, shaking as he came.
"I love you," he breathed into the crook of her neck, then pulled back to look her in the eye. He hadn't expected her to say it back, but he also hadn't expected her to beam at him like she was the happiest girl in the world. When she pressed her lips firmly to his, they were both smiling. He stroked her hips with his fingertips, and moved to lift her from him.
"No," she said against his lips. "Not yet," and he knew the night wasn't over yet.
At some point they'd made their way to the bedroom, and afterward they laid together on his bed, a tangle of sweat and limbs and sheets. Breathing heavily, exhausted in every sense, they'd fallen asleep wordlessly in each other's arms.
The sunlight was slowly making it's way across the sheets, and he wondered if she'd fallen back to sleep. After a long, comfortable silence, Darcy spoke.
"Well," he cleared his throat. "I'd call that a pretty successful first date." He smiled.
She looked up at him, her shyness seemingly vanished and her eyebrows furrowed together. "What do you mean 'first date'?"
"I mean...well, last night," Obviously, he thought but didn't say.
She was looking half amused and half perplexed. "Last night wasn't our first date."
What? "What?" he asked.
She was grinning now, bemused. "Why would you think that?"
"Well, if that wasn't our first date, what was?" He asked defensively.
"I don't know, one of the dozen times we've gotten coffee, or gone out with Fitz and Gigi? What about when you and Bing had dinner with my family? We've spent practically the entire last month together!"
"But...But this was different!" He was amazed. "I picked you up and we had dinner and...and I paid! That's a date. Those other times were just…" He trailed off as Lizzie's smile turned to laughter.
"Is that why you wouldn't kissed me? Is that why you were so nervous when you asked me out to dinner?" She asked between giggles.
"I wasn't-" He began.
"You were! 'L-Lizzie w-would you like to-um-er...have dinner with me please?'" she mocked him, lowering her voice and putting on a stern expression.
His cheeks grew red as he lamely defended himself. "That's an exaggeration," he said, though he couldn't help but smile at how much she was enjoying herself. It struck him that only a few months ago, watching her impersonate him was one of the most painful and humiliating things he'd ever experienced. Now she was giggling and burying her face in his chest and he was grinning along with her, blissfully and completely happy.
"So, you're saying we've been on dates before," he said as her laughter began to die down.
"Yes."
"So…" he felt his heart rate pick up. "Does that mean we're dating?" Any traces of laughter left Lizzie's face and her eyes widened.
"Oh, well...I thought so," and just like that she was back to shy.
"Alright," he said, trying to keep the grin from his lips. His nerves set in as he recalled why he'd brought it up in the first place.
"What does that mean, exactly? I-It's just, we haven't really defined...this. Our relationship. Not that we need a label, or anything. But we haven't talked about if, for example, we're exclusive or not," he said, trying to make it seem like this wasn't all that important to him.
"We are," she said, surprising him by answering quickly and decisively, looking him in the eye. When she saw his amazement she must have taken it to mean something else. Her eyes widened and she stuttered, "I-I mean, I'd like us to be. Obviously, if that's not what you want-"
"Why would I want anyone else?" He asked, bewildered. "I'm yours. You already knew that." She beamed, then took one of her hands in his and played with his fingers.
"I'm yours too," she said, barely above a whisper.
"You are?" He asked, disbelieving.
"I am," she spoke more firmly this time. She trailed her fingers up behind his neck and pulled his lips to hers.
He had never felt this way with Lizzie. Practically from the moment he'd met her, his heart had been in overdrive. Whether he was horribly humiliated, heart-stoppingly nervous, or iridescently happy, with Lizzie it was always extremes. Now he felt calm, he felt content. She was warm in his arms, and he didn't need to hold on tight to keep her there. They could lie in bed all day, or go to the park, or relive last night. They had the rest of their lives ahead of them.
It was too soon to say out loud, probably, but he knew he would always be hers. William Darcy didn't believe in grand proclamations, or soul mates. He knew that relationships were complicated, and there would always be the George Wickham's of the world trying to stand in their way. They would probably have bumps along the road, bickers and fights, but that didn't matter. At that moment she was in his arms, and he could see his future with her stretching out before them. He was hers, she was his, in that moment that was all he needed.
The End.
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