Chapter 9
Amanda lay in her bed and looked over at her husband. It was humorous and lovely all the same to see Darcy sprawled out across her full size bed, which fit her figure perfectly, but had Darcy forced to hang his long legs off the edge. Because of this awkward circumstance he was barely covered by the sheets. She felt like a naughty schoolgirl who had snuck a man into her bed. She fondly remembered the previous night…after she had felt Darcy take in her shape, she had allowed him to untie her dress and let it fall to the floor around her feet. She had started in on the material around his collar. He had busied himself with removing her corset and underclothes while nibbling on her neck after she had released his neck from removing his tie. She felt the draft of her apartment hit her skin and it made her shiver. He was quite vexed and intrigued when he saw the effect the air was having on her body, and while it excited him, he scooped her up into his arms and walked her to her room. She was slightly embarrassed as no one but Michael had seen her room, and she was afraid it would not meet with Darcy's approval, since he did not know the décor equivalent to her personality. But he only looked at her as he laid her down on the bed and ridded himself of the rest of his attire rather quickly. He then crawled on top of her and positioned his hands and arms so that he was cradling her to him. She pulled her arms out and pulled him down into her and against her body. She tried to reach down to his thighs to pull him deeper into her, but her limbs were too short. The gesture still communicated her intention to him and he obliged her. She moaned in pleasure and bid him to continue. She begged him to give her more. He held her so tightly to him he was afraid she could not breathe, but she never stopped wanting more. She bit his neck and she tasted his skin. She lovingly scratched into his back, making him tremble with desire. She felt him wait for her every time he was close to achievement, thus pushing her to her own sooner, at the prospect of his wanting to have ultimate pleasure in unison with her. At a point in the night, she had been facing him, and been awoken by his body asking for more. She had felt him move closer to her and wrap himself around her as she sleepily nodded for him to continue. She felt his pleasure as he reached satisfaction and felt her own orgasm overtake her body and thrive her soul. She needed him as desperately as he needed her. She loved that he needed her. Darcy, who never needed anyone, needed her. She knew they were enjoying themselves much more than they had at home in Pemberley. She knew he was acutely aware of the silence and the loneliness of the apartment. He knew they were alone, and wanted to enjoy it. And she was more than willing to indulge him.
Amanda turned on her side and stared at the gloriousness of her husband. She knew he had been extremely fictional until the world had ran out of possible matches for her and finally consented to her getting her true soul mate. She knew she was not of the lucky few, but most likely, the only lucky one. She stared at the contours of his face and his chest. She took in his strong build and his handsome features. She loved the concerned yet innocent expression he made in his sleep. She lovingly reached over to him and gently ran her fingers down his abdomen. She followed his trail and then back up again all the way to his face. She held his face in her hand gently, and ever so carefully propped up, and leaned over his face to kiss him. She began it softly, but he, instantly awake, took hold of her by her back and butt and turned her back onto her back, deepening the kiss. When he let go, still holding each other, she said, "good morning love." Her eyes crinkled the way he loved them too, a fact she could never know for she may take it to be an insult to her person, he internally sighed at her beauty.
She looked up at him and asked him, "Would you like to be educated in the etiquette of a 21st Century bath?" She had a mischievous smile on her face, and he knew to be warned. "We call it a shower. It's a pipe system that has a device called a shower head, which showers water onto your body." Amanda said very technically as she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. "How do you get the water?" Darcy asked. "Well, there is a system called plumbing. The city has…never mind. It's just called plumbing, I may have the patience to explain it to you one day but not right now." She had meant to continue onto a romantic gesture, to further her point of moving on, but she realized by the expression he had upon his face, that she had wounded his pride and made him feel ignorant. "Darcy," She began. "It's quite alright Amanda, I understand if your world is too complicated for my medieval intellect." He said coldly. "Darcy, I meant that I didn't want to talk about the plumbing when I had much more important things to discuss with you, such as how women in the 21st century traditionally bathe in the nude." When this registered with him, he looked up quickly. "That explains the state of your person that morning does it not?" he asked. "Yes, it does." Amanda then told him to step into the shower. She suddenly became nervous. What if she messed up Mr. Darcy. She was not a professional beautician. What if she messed up his wonderful hair and his prideful aristocratic appearance? She decided not to worry herself about it and then stepped into the tub herself. Darcy gave her a strange look for a brief second and then he smiled slightly. She smiled back and grabbed the men's shampoo internally praying Darcy wouldn't ask her why she had Men's shampoo. He wouldn't know what it was though! She proceeded to lather it onto his head, causing him to give her very strange looks. She felt odd with him bending lower so she could reach his head, like a child getting help from his mother. She decided to ask him to get on his knees. He did so, but he was now at her stomach level, causing him to be staring at her breasts if he looked up. She pretended to not notice the awkwardness and continued on his hair. When she finished she grabbed the showerhead and rinsed his hair. Then standing up again, he was smiling broadly at this point and said, "This education has surprisingly been most enjoyable so far." He kissed her and then the lathering turned into a typical shower sex encounter. The one difference being that it was the first shower for Darcy and they had never engaged in sexual congress whilst standing up till then.