Summary: Lizzie and William start wedding planning but are met with a few bumps in the road.
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It's been two weeks since William's proposal (one week since the fainting incident of Lizzie's mother) and Lizzie can't seem to focus. It may be the weekend but she's been emailing back all her investors, who want to set up a progress report meeting. Lizzie believes she can get her presentation ready for the meeting scheduled on the last Friday of the month: a two week window that gives her plenty of time to prepare. The only problem is that she keeps distracting herself by looking up numerous wedding ideas online while waiting for confirmation emails.
"That certainly doesn't look like the work you claimed you needed to do today," William says, resting on his elbows on the lip of the couch behind her.
"Damnit," Lizzie gasps, guiltily closing her browser before looking over her shoulder. "I thought you were in your office."
"I was. I finished what I needed to get done," William says, placing a kiss on her neck. 'The Cliff House, huh?"
"I was just…looking at options," Lizzie says, sighing. "That's out of the price range for my mom and dad though."
"I actually wanted to talk to you about that," William says, getting up and walking around the couch.
"Okay…" Lizzie says tentatively as closes her computer and places it on the coffee table, keeping her eyes on him as he joins her.
"Lizzie, I want to pay for the wedding," William says after a moment.
"William, no," Lizzie replies, shaking her head. "My mom and dad—"
"Can only give you so much," William interrupts. "I don't want you to have to deal with the stress of worrying about what your parents can afford."
"I don't want you using your money for this. We're not going to argue about this," Lizzie says stubbornly and starts to get up when William grabs her hand.
"Lizzie, please," William says softly as she looks back at him. "I'd like to actually discuss this."
"Fine," she huffs and reluctantly sits back down.
"I am not trying to buy out your company or anything. This is our wedding," William says, looking her in the eyes. "One of the most important days of our lives. I don't want to start it with you deciding to forego certain things because there wasn't enough money."
"My parents put aside money for this," Lizzie frowns. "It's traditional for the bride's parents to pay."
"Yes well, you also owe me a dowry or some oxen if you really want traditional but I won't hold you to that," William jokes and sees a hint of a smile from Lizzie.
"I don't like it," Lizzie sighs, crossing her arms.
"You are so stubborn, Lizzie Bennet," William says, brushing his knuckles against her cheek. "I'm not trying to make you feel unequal in this. Your parents could use that money for something else. It seems stupid to not use the resources available to us."
"It's your money though," Lizzie says.
"As far as I'm concerned, what's mine is yours already," William replies, his brows furrowing as she starts to speak up. "Before you even begin to say that you don't have as much to offer, you've given me more than money can buy. You are worth more than anything I'll ever make in my life time."
"Don't sweet talk me," Lizzie falters, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Lizzie," William shakes his head. "You are working so hard to show that you're independent. You're paying off your student loans, you're paying for half the utilities and your company is turning a profit already. That's practically unheard of in the first year of a business! I haven't helped in any way and god knows, I would in a heartbeat if you gave me the opportunity. This isn't just about you anymore."
"I don't want to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on this," Lizzie says quietly, looking down.
"Did I say you would?" William asks, lifting her chin up. "I just want you to have a choice. I don't want you to look at our wedding pictures a few years from now and regret a decision because you settled for it. We should be able to have what we want on our wedding day without anything holding us back."
"I hate it when you make good points," Lizzie grumbles.
"Does that mean you'll let me do this?" William asks, hopeful.
"Yes, it does," Lizzie nods.
"So, it's decided. Our budget is that we don't have one," William says, a smile growing on his face.
"Just because we don't have a budget doesn't mean we're going crazy in the planning though," Lizzie says, giving him a stern look.
"Those ice sculptures of us are kind of a deal breaker for me, Lizzie," William teases and she swats at his arm.
"I hate you," Lizzie chuckles. "I'm not going to spend ten thousand dollars on a dress when I'm only going to wear it once."
"You'll have to take that up with Gigi. She's looking forward to going dress shopping with you. I'm glad you're bringing her along," William says, his face lighting up
"I'm thinking of it as a reward since my meeting is the day before," Lizzie says, taking a big breath. "I'm hoping she'll help me on what kind of style to choose."
"You will look beautiful in whatever you pick," William says, gazing at her.
"Even if I went with my mother's dress?" Lizzie teases.
"I will stand there in amazement that you're about to marry me," William replies, exhaling.
"You big softie," Lizzie smiles, resting her palms on his cheeks and leaning in for a quick kiss. She pulls back and they share a soft smile before she settles in next him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"Now that budget talk is out of the way, what about picking a date?" William asks, draping his arm around her shoulders.
"Doesn't that depend on a venue?" Lizzie asks, lifting her head to look at him.
"It can but I meant more of narrowing it down to a month," William says.
"Tomorrow," Lizzie grins at him.
"Don't tease," William says, shaking his head. "You know I would."
"Anything stopping you?" Lizzie asks, egging him on.
"I want those pictures to put up on the mantel above the fireplace," William murmurs.
"Yea," Lizzie agrees, lacing her fingers around his hand hanging from her shoulder. "I think I'd like to hear your opinion first."
"I remember you saying that you wanted a long engagement but I don't know how long you mean," William says, glancing at her.
"That was awhile ago," Lizzie says, thinking back. "I don't want to rush it like Jane and Bing. It was crazy what they got done in a little over four months."
"Okay so more than four months," William says. "Hold on."
Lizzie lets go of his hand as he gets up, walking over to the dining table where his calendar sits. He grabs it, along with a pencil and returns to the couch. Lizzie changes positions and faces him, sitting on her knees as he opens up the calendar.
"Do you want to wait a year?" William asks, glancing at her as he flips through the pages.
"Less than that, I think," Lizzie smiles.
"I take it you wouldn't want to get married in the same month Jane did," William chuckles as she shakes her head vigorously. He flips the pages back and pauses. "And March is kind of a big deal for us already. February?"
"Too cliché. It's such a wedding month with Valentine's Day," Lizzie shakes her head as William looks through the pages some more.
"And there's Christmas, Thanksgiving and my birthday," William mutters to himself. He looks up from the calendar and smiles. "How about January? It gives us twice as much time as Jane and Bing to plan and if we waited til the end of the month, we're not dealing with holidays. That way, we're basically honeymooning while everyone else is waiting til Valentine's Day to get married."
"I like that," Lizzie says, grinning. "How long are you thinking for the honeymoon?"
"Forever," William smirks and Lizzie laughs. "Just think, you and me lying on a secluded beach somewhere soaking up the sun and each other while everyone goes to work in the fog and rain."
"Mmm. That sounds amazing," Lizzie takes a deep breath as he puts the calendar down to his side. William grabs her hips and pulls her towards him, Lizzie giggling and straddling his lap.
"Yes, it does," William murmurs, tracing his fingers up and down her thighs. "I won't accept a honeymoon less than two weeks."
"I don't need much convincing," Lizzie sighs at his light touch. "Hell, make it three."
"Three weeks, then. Wherever you want to go," William grins. "Anywhere in the world."
"How can I even begin to decide?" Lizzie says, resting her hands on his chest. "I want to go so many places."
"We will go everywhere eventually," William says, gazing at her.
"Even places you've been before?" Lizzie asks.
"They will be new because I'll be with you," William says softly. Lizzie gives him a look of adoration and caresses his cheek as he keeps his eyes on her.
"I would love a three week honeymoon with you," Lizzie whispers before adding. "But back to the task at hand, the end of January sounds perfect."
"Fantastic," William beams, picking up the calendar from his side and putting it between them. "How about, depending on venues, we keep the last two weekends open?"
"Good idea," Lizzie says, watching him as he circles both weekends with pencil.
"And over the next couple of weeks, we can do some research and pick some venues to check out. Do you like that?" William asks, glancing up at her.
"Absolutely," Lizzie says. "Soo, we have tentative dates now."
"Yes, we do," William replies lowly, tossing the calendar on the table behind Lizzie.
"I see that look in your eyes," Lizzie smirks.
"And what look would that be?" William asks, quirking one eyebrow.
"You're turned on by this," Lizzie says as she rests her arms on his shoulders and plays with the hairs on the nape of his neck.
"You know…It's a mixture of everything right now," William replies, his voice soft.
"What do you mean?" Lizzie asks, tilting her head slightly.
"The most obvious is that you're in my lap," William chuckles. "And you know it's a weakness of mine."
"Of course," Lizzie says smugly. "But you know my weaknesses too. Your big, strong hands and those ties of yours. I think you wear them more than you need to."
"I have no idea what you're talking about," William says, moving his hands up her thighs and wrapping them around her hips.
"Don't distract," Lizzie sighs, lightly swatting at his chest. "I want to know what else you mean."
"Well," William says, picking up her left hand and staring at it intently. "It's a combination of emotions. The elation I feel whenever I see this ring on your finger and knowing it means you are choosing to commit to me. The joy I feel each time you refer to me as your fiancé and the pride that swells up in my chest when I call you my fiancée. If you think I'm turned on by us actually beginning to discuss wedding details and narrowing down a date then you're right. It excites me to no end."
"And here I thought you were already getting used to calling me your fiancée. You just want to rush straight to calling me your wife," Lizzie teases.
"Forgive me if this is cheesy but the word is still new to me. It sits on my tongue and tastes like a piece of you whenever I use it. It is music to my ears when you say it. I'll never get tired of hearing the word. Especially when it fills my head with thoughts of you," William says, gazing intensely at her.
"Wow. You're forgiven," Lizzie breathes out, blushing slightly. "You certainly know how to woo a girl, Will."
"I only want the one in front of me," William replies, his voice low. He brushes a thumb across her cheek and she smiles at him gently. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"
"I'm definitely not getting any work done. That's for sure," Lizzie says. He laughs as he tightens his hold on her waist and flips them over onto the couch, Lizzie squealing from surprise. He hovers above her and she giggles in anticipation.
"Probably for the best," William grins as he leans down to kiss her.
William is looking over a pile of contracts late Wednesday afternoon when he hears voices outside his office.
"Mr. Darcy, Catherine De Bourgh is here to see you," Mrs. Reynolds buzzes in just as the door opens.
"For heaven's sake Sue. You don't need to announce me like I'm a stranger," Catherine says, waving her hand dismissively. William stands up from his chair and pulls down on his vest to straighten it as she turns to him. "William. I was hoping you would be here."
"Aunt Catherine," William nods politely as she closes the door. "Would you care to sit?"
"Thank you, William," she replies, sitting in the chair across from his desk before he sits back down. "I heard a rumor that you and Elizabeth are engaged."
"The rumor would be true but, ah, I'm not sure who you would have heard it from," William replies, arching his eyebrow.
"Young Caroline told me," Catherine says. "Be a dear and have Sue fetch me some tea, if you would."
"Certainly," William says, pressing the intercom. "Mrs. Reynolds, would you please bring in some herbal tea for Catherine? Little cream, no sugar."
"Right away, Mr. Darcy," she replies before the line goes dead.
"Why did I hear this news from Caroline and not from you?" Catherine asks, giving him a stern look.
"It was not Caroline's place to tell you and you have been unreachable the last two weeks. At least I believed you were unreachable," William replies. "None the less, you're here now. Lizzie and I are engaged."
"Yes, I realize that," Catherine says, pursing her lips. There's a knock on the door and Mrs. Reynolds comes in and sets the tea down in front of Catherine. "Thank you, Sue."
"Anything else, Mr. Darcy?" Mrs. Reynolds asks.
"No. You are dismissed, Sue," Catherine replies for him and he grimaces, Mr. Reynolds giving him a slight smile to let him know it's okay. She leaves the room and closes the door behind her.
"There is something that I'd like to discuss with you, William," Catherine says, taking a sip of her tea. "Since it would appear that dating this Bennet girl is more than a phase—"
"A phase?" William repeats, straightening in his chair. "You seemed to approve of Lizzie in the beginning."
"I certainly didn't think you would keep dating her for this long, let alone ask her to marry you," Catherine tuts. "I figured you would come to your senses eventually."
"Excuse me?" William asks, gritting his teeth.
"This girl is fine for some other middle class nobody. I just never expected you to become so attached to her," Catherine says.
"Her name. Is Lizzie," William says, clenching his jaw. "And I am in love with her. She is not some winter coat to discard after it is worn out, or some fling."
"Right," Catherine says, smiling tightly. "You will be making her sign a pre-nup, correct? I would hate for her to get more than she deserves when this may not work out a few years from now."
William is seeing red. He is seconds away from grabbing her by the arm and throwing her out of his office but pushes down the urge.
"Choose your words more carefully, Aunt Catherine," William says, his voice barely even as he clenches his fists in his lap.
"I am only thinking of you, William. She comes from a lower class family. She would obviously benefit from your wealth. Her little business," Catherine says, waving her hand. "Leaves something to be desired. She will never get to the levels of this company."
"I will do you the favor of immediately forgetting everything you just said about my future wife and her family," William says, his blood boiling.
"I won't apologize for being right about this, William," Catherine says smugly.
"Right? You believe you are right in this matter?" William repeats, standing up. "Your behavior is absolutely abhorrent right now, Aunt Catherine."
"Do calm down, William," Catherine says, motioning him to sit back down.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down. You come into my office with the intent to insult Lizzie in every possible way and effectively insulting meand my choices. You question her love for me and believe she is only in it for the money? Even practically demanding that I make her sign a prenuptial agreement? I don't need a pre-nup because Lizzie is the love of my life and you need to accept that," William says, his voice raised.
"I need you to use your common sense, William. Honestly," Catherine tuts, rolling her eyes. "You have changed. You've grown soft."
"Of course I've changed! I was cold and selfish. I was barely a man before," William says angrily. "Lizzie has changed me for the better!"
"You deserve someone far better than her," Catherine says, her lips tight.
"You don't get to choose who I fall in love with," William says, his jaw clenching.
"Pity," Catherine replies.
"Get out," William says, pointing to the door.
"Excuse me?" Catherine says in shock.
"I am showing you the door. If you have any business related questions, you may take them up with Mr. Williams," William replies, walking to the door and opening it. Catherine gets up in a huff and walks past him. "Oh and Catherine?"
She turns around in the hallway and looks at him with little patience.
"Don't bother coming to the wedding. It's for friends and family only," William finishes before slamming the door. He has never been angrier in his life and he can't believe that his aunt is the source of it. He paces his office to get rid of the adrenaline pumping through him when he hears a soft knock on the door.
"Come in," he says, a little forcefully. Mrs. Reynolds slowly opens the door and walks in with a scotch in her hand.
"I thought you could use a drink," she replies, offering it to him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds," William says, taking a deep breath.
"If I may speak freely, William?" she asks, looking at him with a hesitant smile.
"You know you can, Sue," William replies, walking back to his chair.
"Your aunt has no class," Sue says and William snorts. "Lizzie has changed you and it's made you and this company better than ever before."
"Thank you, Sue," William says, rubbing his temples then takes a sip of the drink.
"Also, she's an asshole," Sue adds and William lets out a full blown laugh. "I never liked her."
"Right now, we're in the same boat," William chuckles and there's another knock on the door. "Come in."
"Hey man," Fitz says as he opens the door. "I heard slamming doors and yelling. What's going on?"
"I'm going back to my desk," Sue says and William nods as she slips past Fitz.
"Come on in, Fitz," William says, standing up as he closes the door.
"Was your Aunt Catherine here?" Fitz asks, spotting the tea cup on the desk. "Did something happen?"
"You could say that," William says, shaking his head in annoyance. "The main thing being that she doesn't approve of Lizzie or us being engaged."
"What? That's crazy! She seemed fine with you two the last time she was here," Fitz says, frowning.
"She believed it was a phase," William replies, giving him a knowing look.
"You're joking. You have to be joking. There is no way your Aunt would say that," Fitz says, a bit shocked.
"I have barely begun, Fitz," William says, sitting down.
"I have a feeling I'm going to need a drink to properly hear this," Fitz says, grimacing.
"Possibly even two," William deadpans.
William ends up leaving work early. Fitz helps calm him down after the scene with his
aunt but it does no good to help him concentrate. It frustrates him because it means he'll have to stay late tomorrow night to finish the work, something he hasn't done in awhile.
He steps out of the elevator and starts walking down the hall, fishing the keys out of his pocket to open the door. When he gets to the door, he hears the faint sound of music from coming from behind it. Lizzie usually gets home around the same as William if not a few minutes earlier. It automatically makes him feel better to know that she's already home especially after what he's had to deal with today. He opens the door slowly and enters the apartment, the music now filling his ears. William walks down the entry way and pauses at the sight before him.
Lizzie is dancing with abandon in the middle of the living room, her hair loose and her arms up in the air. Her back is to him and he takes this opportunity to quietly watch her move to the music, a smile growing on his face. He leans against the wall and crosses his arms as he soaks in the sight of his fiancée dancing so freely. She turns around after a moment and finally notices him, scurrying to grab the remote and shut off the music.
"Will! I didn't see you there! I was just…" Lizzie says, trailing off.
"Dancing in the middle of the living room," William finishes with amusement. She looks absolutely gorgeous to him right now. Her hair is completely wild and her cheeks are flushed both from dancing and him catching her. He moves from the wall and walks towards her. "Is this something you do often?"
"Only sometimes," Lizzie says with a sheepish smile. "It helps me de-stress and blow off steam. I didn't expect you home this early!"
"Neither did I," William says as he reaches her. "I had…an unexpected visitor come to my office."
"Uh oh," Lizzie says, giving him a quick hug. "Is everything all right?"
"Yea. Maybe. I don't know," William sighs, pulling back and kissing her cheek. "I'm just happy to see you."
"Who was it, Will?" Lizzie asks with concern, rubbing a thumb across his cheek as he kisses her palm.
"Aunt Catherine," William replies. "To make a long story short, she is not invited to the wedding."
"What? Will! She's family," Lizzie says, her brows furrowing.
"Family does not ask you to make your significant other sign a prenuptial agreement because they think she is really just marrying you for your money," William replies, a hint of anger seeping back into his voice.
"Oh," Lizzie says, going quiet and staring at the floor.
"I am so embarrassed by her behavior. I can't even begin to tell you how angry I am," William continues, starting to pace in front of her.
"Do you…do you want me to sign a pre-nup?" Lizzie asks, looking uneasy.
"What? Lizzie, no!" William says, stopping in front of her and cradling her face with his hands. "Lizzie? Look at me. Please?"
Lizzie lifts her gaze to him and William sees the confusion in her eyes, his heart clenching.
"The only document we should be signing is our marriage license," William says softly, keeping his eyes on her. "I am appalled that she would even bring that up. I would never even consider it in a million years."
"I just…wasn't sure," Lizzie replies, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Lizzie," William murmurs. "She doesn't know you. She doesn't know your sheer stubbornness. You barely let me buy you gifts. I can't be positive but I think…I think you're marrying me because you love me and not for my money."
"Surprise," Lizzie half smiles, waving her hands about. "Longest con ever."
"Well, damn." William chuckles and a full smile appears on her face. "I didn't want to upset you. I'm angry enough for the both of us."
"I can see that," Lizzie says, sighing. "What else did she say?"
"No. I'm not doing that to you," William says, shaking his head.
"Will," Lizzie says, looking at him sternly.
"It just…it brought back old memories. I said terrible things to you," William says, frowning.
"I said some pretty awful things too, you know. We were different people then. We didn't know any better," Lizzie replies. "We learned about each other and from each other. If your Aunt still chooses to have a limited view then...okay."
"Okay what?" William asks.
"She's not invited to the wedding," Lizzie says. "I would have liked to see the look on her face when you told her that."
"I might have been harsh about it but I don't care anymore," William says, chuckling. "The only person I want at the wedding is you."
"Wouldn't be much of one without me," Lizzie says, giving him a cheesy smile. William smiles and shakes his head.
"I love you," William says, kissing her cheek.
"I know," Lizzie teases and then adds. "I love you too."
He pulls her in for a quick hug, Lizzie rubbing his back in comfort.
"I hate to say this but," William says as he pulls back. "I'm going to have to stay late tomorrow night to catch up."
"I figured," Lizzie says, shrugging her shoulders.
"So, now what?" William asks, looking at her.
"The answer is obvious. Now," Lizzie says, picking up the stereo remote. "We dance it out."
Lizzie hits the power button on the remote and turns the volume up on the stereo, grinning at him as she puts the remote back down. He quirks an eyebrow as she moves her shoulder about, encouraging him to dance with her. A big smile breaks out on his face and he starts dancing with her, both of them swishing their hips to the beat of the music. They both laugh breathlessly as they dance around the living room, William grabbing her hand and spinning her around. As the song ends, Lizzie turns to William with her face shining brightly. She grabs his tie and pulls him towards her, sharing a sweet and lingering kiss. As she pulls away, she starts dancing again and William takes a moment to watch her before joining her.
He can feel it deep in his heart. She's the only girl for him.
Lizzie Bennet thinks she's a little too clever for her own good sometimes. When William told her that he had to work late tonight, an idea immediately popped into her head. It's been something she's thought about every so often since they started dating but hasn't found the perfect opportunity until tonight. She persuades William to wear a certain pair of suspenders and plaid tie with a white shirt to work, something she can easily do when not fully dressed. He doesn't even notice the significance of his outfit, even as she grins at him while straightening his tie. Before she lets him out the door, she gets him to promise to text her when he's nearly ready to leave work. After a quick morning phone call to Mrs. Reynolds, Lizzie is all set to go.
When she gets home from work, she digs through the closet to find her little black dress. Really it's more tiny than little. She originally bought it for a Halloween party back in college because it was incredibly short and went with the theme of the night. She lost her nerve at the last minute and wore a coat over it the whole evening. Still, she never threw it away and it's going to come in handy tonight. Along with the five inch black stilettos that have never seen the light of day. She heads to her lingerie drawer and pulls out everything she needs, laying it all out on the bed. She's not even wearing the outfit yet but the excitement is building inside her. William definitely won't be prepared for this.
After making herself a little dinner, she relaxes on the couch and watches TV until she gets the phone call from Mrs. Reynolds. William has less than two hours of work left and she is the last one leaving his floor. Lizzie jumps in the shower and lets her hair dry naturally as she slowly gets ready. She is feeling positively scandalous as she clips her garter belt to her thigh high black stockings. After she slips on her short dress (she's still surprised she bought this in the first place), she teases her hair to make it look a bit wilder. She keeps the makeup simple, knowing that William likes her natural look, and applies winged eyeliner and a bright red lipstick she never wears. Her phone beeps and she freezes, worried that William is already on his way home.
Hey, love. Still have about an hour to go. Miss you.
Good to hear. Looking forward to seeing you.
Lizzie lets out a sigh of relief and finishes the rest of her preparation, calling the cab service to make sure a taxi will be ready for her. Her shoes are the last to go on and it takes her a moment to get used to them. She takes a glance in the mirror and grins to herself. This is unquestionably the sexiest outfit she has worn yet and she knows it's bordering on provocative. It's exactly what she's trying to accomplish, however. She grabs William's black wool coat and slips it on, covering as much as possible of herself up as she leaves the apartment. Lizzie finds the taxi waiting downstairs and tells the driver where to go. As she sits in the cab, she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. William's smell is engrained in this coat and she bites her lip. She's already turned on just by the thought of his reaction. Being engulfed by his scent enhances her mood and gets to her in every possible way. She gets to her destination with little time to spare and pays the driver before carefully exiting the car. Her phone beeps as she's waiting for the elevator, smirking at the security guard before she steps in.
Nearly finished, love. Leaving in ten minutes.
See you soon, handsome.
Lizzie steps out onto his floor and gets a rush of excitement as she turns down the hallway towards his office. His door is closed but she sees a sliver of light shining below, a thankful sign she doesn't have to look for him elsewhere. She stops at his door and pauses before turning the knob. The door creaks slightly and she winces.
"I'm sorry. I'll be done in just a couple minutes," William says, still looking down. Lizzie can't help the smile on her face from him thinking she's part of the janitorial staff.
"I'm not here to collect your trash," Lizzie says, grinning at him as his head whips up. She closes the door and sneakily locks it behind her.
"Lizzie! What are you doing here?" William asks, wearing a look of surprise. "You look beautiful…Are you wearing my coat?"
"I am. It's just…I had a question," Lizzie says as she walks slowly towards him, unbuttoning the coat. He rolls his chair back a little as she gets closer, Lizzie seeing his eyes on her the whole time. She opens the coat and slides it off, William's eyes widening and his jaw dropping. "Is this outfit inappropriate for the work place?"
"Jesus, Lizzie," William breathes out, Lizzie noticing his hands gripping to the arms of his chair. His eyes flash with desire and she gets another boost of confidence.
"I hope that means something good," Lizzie smirks, sitting on the edge of his desk.
"I don't…even know where to start," William says roughly, his eyes moving up and down her body. Her entire outfit leaves little to the imagination- the short dress doing nothing to cover up the straps of her garter belt and the tops of her black stockings. If she sits in front of him, he will certainly get a fantastic view of her black scrap of underwear but it's not time for that just yet.
"First of all, you deserved a better surprise visit to your office," Lizzie says, watching his gaze.
"Already better," William replies, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Secondly, if you remember," Lizzie continues, leaning in towards him. "I have wanted to do this for ages."
"I never forgot," William says huskily, his hand reaching out and skimming up her thigh.
"Slow down there," Lizzie says, stopping him. "We have a ways to go."
"You look so unbelievably sexy right now," William says, visibly gulping as he stands up.
"Thank you, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie grins and he quirks an eyebrow.
"Is that how we're doing this?" William asks, looking at her curiously.
"You may not have noticed this morning," Lizzie says, standing up and grabbing his tie. "But you're wearing a very significant outfit."
William blinks a moment and looks down at his clothing, a little smile playing on his lips.
"Clever girl," he smirks. Lizzie pulls him closer and he places his hands on his desk, framing her.
"I had dreams about this outfit. It was the first time I wanted you to kiss me. I wanted to kiss you," Lizzie says lowly, leaning and whispering in his ear. "I wanted you. How's that for verisimilitude."
William growls as his hands fly to her backside and he pulls her to his body, leaving no space between them. Lizzie laughs throatily in his ear before licking and nipping at his lobe. His hands grip her waist and she can feel his heavy breath on her neck before his soft lips drag across her skin. She hums as she feels him pressed against her waist, delight running through her veins at how turned on he is already. These high heels are undeniably coming in handy and Lizzie is, for once, enjoying the little difference in height.
"Mr. Darcy. Is this how you treat all your interns?" Lizzie coos. William pulls his head back and looks at her, his eyes already glassy from want.
"Only the ones who get under my skin and challenge me, Miss Bennet," William says roughly.
"Good to know," Lizzie says, quickly putting her hands on his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. There is nothing soft or sweet about this kiss as their lips move frantically against each other. Her tongue battles with his own as his fingers dig into her waist. She is getting drunk on his neediness and her ache for him grows exponentially. A groan escapes from the back of his throat and she hits the edge of the desk as he pushes her against it. Things are moving much faster than she wants and she struggles to gain control back, regrettably pulling back to end the kiss. William waits for another signal from her as his chest heaves, struggling for breath. Lizzie moves her hands to his shoulders and pushes him back into his chair, bending down to position it in front of his desk. She can't stop the grin on her face as his eyes inevitably lock on her breasts.
"Eyes up, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie says. His eyes flicker to hers and she sees the sexual frustration swimming in them, sending another jolt to her core. She stands in front of him and sits down on the desk once more.
"Miss Bennet, this behavior will not do," William says sternly, his nostrils flaring.
"Oh really?" Lizzie asks, arching an eyebrow. William spreads his legs swiftly in reaction to Lizzie bringing her feet up and resting them on his chair. He leans forward and she notices the tremble in his hand as he slowly moves to touch her leg. She pushes him back against the chair with one heel clad foot and shakes her head slowly. "Wait your turn. This is my fantasy first."
"Go on then," William says, looking at her with a hooded gaze.
"Well, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie grins, her foot slowly sliding down his chest. He hisses as she moves past his groin, barely a brush from her heel but more than William is prepared for right now. "You made an impression on me."
"D-did I?" William asks, gritting his teeth. Lizzie moves her feet next to outside his thighs, spreading her legs and letting her short dress bunch at her hips. It gives him a full view of her garter belt and lace thong and she watches his eyes turn pitch black. She's even more aroused and practically throbbing with need; her control almost snapping. He lets out a deep breath as she leans forward, her fingers wrapping around his tie.
"Your quick wit and that impressive tongue," Lizzie drawls out. She tugs on his tie and moves the chair in closer with her feet. William slams his hands on the desk as she pulls him between her legs, Lizzie stopping him only inches from where she wants him the most. His darkened eyes travel slowly up to hers as she looks down at him, their eyes locking. "Put your tongue to better use, Mr. Darcy."
"It would be my absolute pleasure, Miss Bennet," William says huskily. He grabs her hips and pulls her closer to the edge of the desk. Lizzie involuntarily twitches as she feels his lips on her inner thigh. She's sure he can feel her heat and see how much she wants him but he's taking his time to get there. His teeth nip gently at her skin and he brushes his hand across her outer thigh. She whimpers in frustration and tangles her fingers in his hair, pulling him back to look him in the eyes. "Don't. Dawdle."
He smirks as she lets go of him and he moves back in, pulling her lacy bit of underwear lower and to the side. She moans as soon as she feels his mouth on her, inwardly cursing herself for reacting so quickly. He drags his tongue up and down slowly, Lizzie feeling a wave of heat wash over her as he keeps his eyes locked on her. William begins flicking his tongue against her and her hands grab for his hair again, arching her back as he continues. He keeps changing the pace and Lizzie is completely out of control. She doesn't know what to anticipate and everything feels better with each passing second. Sounds she's never made before fall from her lips as he dips his tongue into her, his hands doing god knows what. She can no longer hold herself up and she falls back on the desk and free of sharp objects, thankful he keeps his desk clean. Her moans keep catching in her throat which only seems to encourage William even more. Lizzie doesn't know how much more of this she can handle. The night has only just begun but he's giving her everything all at once and it's nearly overpowering. She cries out in ecstasy as William finally gives her the relief she wants, her legs shaking as her release courses through her. He gives her a moment to catch her breath, Lizzie biting her lip at the look he's giving her. He pulls her up as he stands from his chair and holds her close.
"Where did that come from?" Lizzie asks, resting her head on his shoulder and tracing the pattern of his tie.
"You're not the only one with that fantasy, love," William murmurs in her ear, brushing his fingers along her arm.
"Clearly," Lizzie hums, lifting her head and smiling at him. She drops one hand to his waist and he stops her, mirroring her action early.
"That is an entirely different fantasy and doesn't involve your current outfit," William whispers.
"Oh? Care to tell me what it is?" Lizzie teases, grabbing his suspenders and pushing them off his shoulders. He pulls her off the desk and traces the edges of her dress but says nothing. William watches her as she loosens his tie and then moves it out of the way to unbutton his shirt before untucking it. He starts to remove his tie and she shakes her head, William stilling his hands as she removes his shirt. "Leave the tie on."
"Feisty," he smirks and then spins her around, pulling her close against him. "I would much rather show you."
"Please do," Lizzie says, briefly shutting her eyes at him pressed so hard against her lower back. William moves her hair to one side to expose her neck and she smiles to herself he presses his lips to her skin. His hands grip her waist as he drags his tongue to the spot behind her ear, knowing it's a particular weak spot of hers. Lizzie arches her neck to give him more access, feeling his lips moving into a smile before he continues making her sigh. William starts sliding his hands up the fabric of her dress and her head falls back against his shoulder as his thumbs brush against her nipples. He leaves a trail of kisses from her neck to her shoulder and pulls the straps of her dress away. Lizzie pushes back against his arousal and he lets out a low growl, the vibration against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. He tugs and pulls down at her dress, letting it gather at her waist and expose her breasts. William cups her breasts and she moans as his fingers gently caress them and lightly pinch her taut nipples. Lizzie turns her head towards him and brings one hand up to grab at his hair before they share a heavy look. The tension is too much and they start kissing passionately, Lizzie whimpering into his mouth as he grinds against her. He's making her throb with need and she can barely stand it anymore.
"Will, please!" Lizzie pleads, prying her lips from him. William gazes at her, breathing heavily and grins wickedly at her. She briefly closes her eyes and lets out a tiny gasp as he licks her earlobe.
"Do you trust me?" William asks, gravelly in her ear.
"Always," Lizzie replies in a hushed tone.
"Spread your legs for me, love," William whispers as his hands move to grip her hips. Lizzie gets a rush of excitement and spreads her legs apart, placing her hands flat on the desk. She looks back and watches him as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, seeing a look of relief as pushes them down his legs. Lizzie licks her lips and he lifts an eyebrow before smirking at her. He moves in closer to her and can feel him rock hard against her, already wishing she was wearing less.
"Down on the desk, please," William says and Lizzie bends down, over the desk. William pushes the bottom of her dress up and over her waist, revealing her underwear and garter belt. "So damn sexy."
"Do you approve?" Lizzie says sultrily, looking over her shoulder at him.
"So much," William says huskily, lightly tracing the lacy material of her underwear. He hooks two fingers under and peels them down slowly, the fabric scratching against the material of her garter belt. Lizzie feels a rush of exhilaration as he presses himself against her, pausing and grabbing onto her hips. They both groan as he pushes deep into her, Lizzie resting her forehead on the desk as he fills her completely. He slides most of the way out and then slams back into her, making Lizzie grunt in pleasure. William repeats the same motion a few more times and Lizzie desperately searches for something to grab onto, knocking supplies off his desk. He's being rough with her and she absolutely loves it, feeling him lose control and take control at the same time. Every move makes her moan and the angle is only intensifying it all. Her legs are starting to shake as they continue their quick rhythm, William thrusting deep into her and bringing her closer to the edge. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and she cries out, slamming her eyes shut as every nerve sparks.
"Fuck, Lizzie," William groans. "I need…I need to see your face."
Lizzie protests as he pulls away, blindly grabbing behind her for him. William spins her around and lifts her up onto the desk, laying her down. The loss of contact doesn't last long as he lifts and holds up her legs, gliding back into her. She gives him a powerful gaze as she begs him to go faster and deeper. His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches as he slides in and out of her at a quicker pace, Lizzie's back arching from the overwhelming sensations. She grabs the edge of the desk, feeling as if the strength of his thrusting is inching her further away from him. The full force of where they are hits her and, through her heavy moaning and stilted breaths, she grins at him. William gives her an unquestionably loving grin of the smug variety and she laughs breathlessly. She grabs for his hands and they lace their fingers together as they rock their hips against each other, helping each other over the edge. Lizzie can feel the beginning of her build up and she squeezes his hands as a powerful orgasm hits her, William's name coming out as a throaty whimper. William is not far behind and he lets out a shaky breath, letting go of her hands and stilling her hips. Lizzie can't stop the happy giggle that rises up in her throat, bringing a hand to lazily cover her mouth. William watches her with pure affection as he searches for normal breath and smiles at her. She blushes slightly and smiles back at him, lightly brushing his arm.
Lizzie tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as he moves out of her, feeling a sense of emptiness. She grabs for his tie and pulls herself up, William sliding his hands to her back. She pulls him in close and wraps her arms around his neck, reveling in the feeling of him tightening his hold on her. Lizzie rests her head in the crook of his neck and feels lucky. Amidst their roughness, there is William's gentle side. Even when he loses control, he is there to make sure she knows he loves her. She knows he would never do anything to hurt her and he will always be there to take care of her. Lizzie lets out a little sigh and pulls back to look at William, spotting a hint of a smile on his lips. She brushes his cheek with her knuckles and gives him a short, sweet kiss.
"I may have to buy a new desk," William murmurs and she giggles.
"Or you could even the score and ruin my desk too," Lizzie teases.
"Don't tempt me," William smirks. He places a kiss on her neck before he helps her off the desk, her legs a little shaky. They help each other get dressed, sneaking in kisses every so often. Lizzie adjusts her short dress, pulling at it as William watches her.
"Stop staring, Will," Lizzie pushes him gently. He catches her hand and kisses her palm, Lizzie blushing once again.
"For the record," William says softly. "I find you just as sexy wearing a regular old t-shirt and sweatpants."
"I know," Lizzie says smugly. "It's still nice to get dressed up for you."
"I appreciate it," William grins, pulling her in close and wrapping his hands around her waist. "I love you, you know. For thinking of this…for making my day better."
"You deserved it," Lizzie says, one hand resting on his chest and the other moving a lock of hair away from his face. "You've done the same for me."
"And I always will," William replies, kissing her cheek.
"Me too," Lizzie sighs.
"Sooo," William starts.
"Sooo," Lizzie jokes, getting a flashback of an older conversation.
"Where did these heels come from?" William asks, glancing down.
"Charlotte made me buy them on a dare once," Lizzie scoffs. "Thought they were a total waste of money."
"I think you got your money's worth from tonight alone," William says, quirking an eyebrow.
"You just like that I'm just a little bit taller," Lizzie says, pursing her lips.
"I actually prefer your natural height, love. I just think they make your calves look fantastic," William smiles.
"They do, don't they?" Lizzie says, looking at her legs. "My feet won't like me tomorrow though."
"Have a seat on the couch. I'll clean up so we can get out of here before the night crew gets here," William says, looking at the scattered papers and pens on the floor.
"You don't want to leave any evidence behind?" Lizzie asks, sitting carefully on the couch.
"The evidence is here," William says, looking over at her and tapping his head. "The image of you spread across my desk. Imprinted on my mind forever."
"Of course," Lizzie says, watching him as he places everything neatly back on his desk. She enjoys seeing him in CEO mode, making sure his papers are in order and in the right place. He rubs his hands together as he finishes up and looks over to her.
"Shall we go?" William asks and she nods. He picks up his coat from the ground as she stands, holding it up for her to put on. "I was going to tell you when I got home but I was able to make appointments for two weekends from now for those potential wedding venues you wanted to check out."
"You did? That's great!" Lizzie smiles, turning around and buttoning up the coat. "That should be fun. Trying on dresses one weekend and checking out venues the next."
"I'm looking forward to it. As least the part I get to participate in," William chuckles, grabbing his coat from the coat rack.
"Yea. You don't get to see whatever I pick until the wedding," Lizzie teases.
"I'm a patient man," William says, giving her a knowing look. Lizzie smiles sweetly and gives him a kiss on the cheek. He opens the door and gestures out. "Ladies first, Miss Bennet."
"Thank you, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie says.
"Would you care for a bite to eat?" William asks, holding his arm out.
"I ate earlier but I could eat again. I did work up a small appetite," Lizzie grins, taking his arm and they start walking towards the elevator. Lizzie stops mid-step and William looks at her curiously. "I am seriously not very dressed appropriately, though."
"Right," William laughs as they continue. "What would you like to do?"
"A drive thru or you can run in and pick up food," Lizzie says, pressing the down button. "I'd like to go home and take all this off."
"Me too," William says quietly.
"I heard that!" Lizzie laughs, smacking his arm.
"What can I say? I appreciate everything about my fiancée," William says as the doors slide open.
"We have that in common," Lizzie says, smiling at him as she pulls him into the elevator.
Notes: I love how my one tiny idea of "desk sex" turned into this entire chapter. Quite happy with it. I hope you enjoyed it too! There will be some goodies posted on the dizzieslearningcurve tumblr, of course. A little warning for the next chapter...it's going to be long and will take longer to write. I apologize in advance for the feels you will be having. Teresa and I have been dealing with them ever since I thought of it.
