Part 2
"What… what are you saying, Lizzie?"
Lizzie shifted from foot to foot. "I don't have any romantic feelings towards you. You've been great and everything, but you haven't exactly given me any… encouragement."
They stood in silence before Lizzie said, "Now it's your turn to talk."
"I think you're a liar."
"What! How dare you?!"
Lizzie's cries quieted when she noticed that Darcy's was staring at her more intensely than usual (what was quite the feat). Lizzie was so distracted by this she didn't notice that he had backed her up against the door until he placed his hands on either side of her head and began kissing her neck, only pausing to respond to her statements.
"I called you a liar, Elizabeth Bennet."
"There's no way that this," Lizzie gestured between him and her, "would ever work out."
"And why not?"
"You're stubborn."
"That's the pot calling the kettle black."
"You're rich."
"Are you… are you complaining about that?"
"No. But I know you. You're going to judge me for it."
"You have all the beauty and wit. I think it's only fair that I have the money."
"Stop complimenting me! You're just making this harder."
"That's the point. I'm convincing you to see the truth. You love me too."
"Do not."
"Just give in Elizabeth." Lizzie trembled when he said her name, and Darcy, feeling her fading resistance, pulled back his head to look her in the eyes, and said, "You're just scared to admit it, because then that makes it real. I'm surprised at you. I would have never pegged you as being scared… of anything."
"I am not scared!" With a defiant look in her eyes, Lizzie raised her lips to his to prove her statement.
Epilogue: 3 years later
Lizzie and Darcy sat at the table in their penthouse, eating dinner. Anybody looking at the situation would have laughed at them. Despite being together for three years, Darcy still managed to make the most mundane situations awkward. He was shifting in his chair as if it there were spikes on it, and every time he moved Lizzie put down her fork and looked at him in exasperation. After the fifth time she stopped, she finally confronted him.
"Okay Will, what's wrong. You've been acting weird for the past week. You've been withdrawn and …" Lizzie's eyes widened. "Are you breaking up with me?"
Darcy's back straightened and he said, "Don't be ridiculous, Lizzie. I've just had something important on my mind."
"Such as?"
Darcy took a deep breath before walking to her and getting down on one knee and holding out a ring. "Elizabeth Bennet, will you marry me?"
"No."
"No?"
"You heard me. You're going to have to try a little harder than that William. I want romance."
"Okay. Give me one more chance…" Darcy stilled as he summoned the speech he had been preparing but had momentarily forgotten. "Elizabeth Bennet, you have bewitched me with your wit, your beauty, your intelligence, your courage, and all your other lovely attributes which I have forgotten at the moment because I'm freaking out. Every time I picture my future you are there, encouraging me, loving me, and challenging me at every turn. I die a little inside every time I think there's even a slight possibility that you might leave me or something could separate us. I love you a little more each day, and if you marry me I promise that I will spend the rest of my life making you happy. Please," and here he gave her puppy dog eyes, "marry me?"
She smiled brightly and with a teasing note in her voice said, "See? Was that so hard? Yes, I accept."
Darcy picked her up and twirled her, then stopped as he heard her continue.
"With one condition."
"And that is?"
"You have to be the one to tell my mother." And with that she threw her phone at him and ran out of the room, laughing merrily at his distressed face.
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed the story. There's an epilogue called Awkward Situations on my page.
