I've been trying to write in old English when she's talking to Darcy and when they are in Pemberely but more modern English when they are in reality.
Chapter 12
"Did I say that?" Amanda squeaked. "I-uh-I meant that he is My Mr. Darcy. It's a cute little thing we do. A couple thing. Pretty disgustingly mushy actually." She tried to sound as unruffled as possible. Amos looked at them both for a long time in silence. "All right you two, enough snoggin' in the loo." He smiled at them. Amanda mentally sighed in relief. Darcy looked even more confused. Amanda pulled his hand behind her as she left the bathroom. "Come along dear." Darcy leaned forward. "Amanda would you oblige me to cease with your patronizing tone towards me?" He whispered. She looked up at him. He had a childish pout to his serious glower and she quickly turned around again before she laughed in his face. "Darling, it's only patronizing if you're offended by my tone. I merely sound this way because I'm trying to make sure you don't get yourself in trouble." She told him. "I've never-" He started. "Yeah right." She stopped him. He glared at her again. She softened her gaze. She took his hand in the privacy of the hallway of the restaurant, and softly kissed his palm. "I promise I'll behave today." Darcy put his hand on the back of her neck under her hair. His eyes sparkled. He leaned in and whispered. "Only until we are in the privacy of your residence again. Please." His breath as well as his words sent shivers up her spine. She then sighed, pulled her smile on and walked back to the table.
After lunch they all went to some of the local shops to look for clothes for Darcy. Piranha and Amanda went back and forth picking out stores that they thought would not damage Darcy's sensibilities but were not costume shops selling the same thing he usually wears. They found sexy and modern things for him and had a grand time dressing him. Though they were mainly in charge, Amanda knew it was important to let Darcy be the final say on whether he liked something or not. Amos, could not figure out why both girls were so excited about this shopping trip. He'd never seen Piranha so excited about shopping for someone else before. The rest of the day was just as fun and enjoyable. They went back to Piranha and Amos' and had a home-cooked meal, Darcy was extremely confused when it was Amos behind the stove and not Piranha or a maid, but he recovered himself once more, seeming to grow weary of all the surprises this world had to offer. Amanda was amused and slightly concerned by this. She and Darcy headed home after dessert. Amanda and Darcy only lived a few blocks away from where Piranha and Amos resided so she had not exposed Darcy to a car yet. That was a whole other adventure for another day. They walked quietly in the faint light of the street. They walked in close proximity to one another, and there were only a few strangers passing by on the street. "In this world, Darcy," Amanda began, "…couples can do this without shame" she then took his hand in hers, still keeping eye contact with him. He stopped there in the street for a second. He stared at her, she could tell his face had turned slightly red, then she saw him come to some sort of decision and he turned and looked ahead, and started walking again. She smiled like a schoolgirl in love and then started walking again with him.
She could feel the scandalous air that she had created around them and she knew he was feeling a slight exhilaration, at least she was, at doing something so un-Georgian England of them. There was a passion to the air as there always was between them but it seemed to be more pressing, and she felt the pace of his walk increase slightly. By the time they were rounding the corner and going up the walk to the apartment he was taking long-legged strides and dragging her behind him. The minute they got to her door he pushed it open, pulled her inside and pushed her back against it closing it tight. She reached behind her and locked it just as his lips came crashing against hers. He pressed himself against her, and in his passion he lifted up her legs, wrapping her tighter around him. She pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his vest. Then she grabbed her shirt off over her head. He deeply and passionately continued to kiss her. They started to make their way to the bedroom but as they passed through the parlor they heard a small gasp of a noise. They both stopped what they were doing and looked at the couch. "Hello Amanda dear." Her mother said with an awkward look and a red face.