Darcy really could dance. The song he chose was a waltz, and he really swept Lizzie off her feet, utilizing every inch of space that he had created in the living room. And he was good at it, he knew moves that even Lizzie did not know, and (to her mother's insistence) she had taken several dance classes as a youth.
"Wow, I don't see why you didn't pull these moves out at the Gibson wedding. Every girl in the room would be swooning," Lizzie teased. br /
"I don't like dancing with people I do not know. It makes it quite awkward for me, and to have girls fawning over me would be even worse."
"Would you mind if I fawned over you?" Lizzie asked.
"Not in the slightest," he said. His teasing skills really was improving at a steady rate. Lizzie really was a good influence.
"Ooh Mr. Darcy," she said, in a falsetto, "Such strong, masculine shoulders, and such dance moves, you really could sweep a woman off her feet."
"I am quite proud of it, Miss Bennet," he said back, then smiled at a thought. "And these shoulders also match my big, strong jawline, don't you think?"
"You are quiet handsome," Lizzie said, her voice no longer carrying any hint of falsetto, or teasing.
Darcy stared at her in amazement at the sudden change in her voice. "And you are quite beautiful," he said. "You're hair is entrancing, and your eyes ensnare me every time I look into them. They always have. At first, it made me hate myself. How could I love eyes that snap with anger, and hate. But I soon realized, it was not the hate I loved you for. It was the liveliness of your mind."
"Why didn't you ever talk to me?" Lizzie asked. "I don't think I would have hated you as much, then."
"I might have, if I felt less then I did."
Lizzie smiled then, and realized that they had stopped dancing halfway through their conversation. For only a moment they stood admiring each other in the center of the room before both of them, simultaneously leaned in and pressed their lips together. And, slowly, the kiss grew less, and less gentle, until it was a frenzy of emotion violently expressed. Lizzie had to stop, and pull away.
"Yes," Darcy said, answering the question in her longing eyes.