The Learning Curve

by cuteej4

Lizzie Bennet Diaries: A series of significant and insignificant moments throughout William's and Lizzie's relationship.

36. In Disguise

Summary Lizzie and William get some work done on the weekend but not without having a little fun as well.

Notes: I think I had too much fun writing this chapter. It's definitely one of my longer ones.

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October 4th

Lizzie and William spend Saturday morning helping Sidney move into his apartment. Gigi was thrilled when William initially offered and Lizzie suspected it was because he wanted to check out the neighborhood; a mere ten minutes away from Gigi's place. Sidney was no fool either but he was grateful to have the extra help.

By noon, the last of the furniture is brought up the world's smallest elevator and moved into the living room. A break is declared and Lizzie takes the opportunity to tell Gigi and Sidney that they are heading home. She has reserved the afternoon for wedding invitations. They are thanked profusely for their help and they finally head out, waving as they pass Fitz and Brandon parking on the street.

Lizzie jumps in the shower as soon as they get home and William clears away the dining room table to make room for their project. He goes into his office to grab the sheets of stamps he picked up yesterday from the post office. William comes back into the living room nearly at the same time as Lizzie and smiles at her.

"Shower's free," Lizzie says.

"We would have saved time if we showered together," William jokes as he puts the stamps on the table.

"You know that's not true," Lizzie grins.

"It really isn't," William says, leaning down to give her a chaste kiss.

"Now, go shower," Lizzie replies with a smile, patting his back.

"I thought you loved the way I smelled," William says, leaning against the wall frame.

"Oh, I do," Lizzie says, giving him a once over. "I just like fresh out of the shower you more."

"Then, please excuse me, Miss Bennet," William says, nodding his head towards Lizzie. She nods back and he flashes another smile before disappearing around the corner. Lizzie grabs the invitations and lays everything out in little piles. Wedding invitations consist of too many elements but she is really happy with how these turned out. She brushes her fingers across the raised lettering of their names and the wedding date. Then she grabs her laptop and pulls up the wedding list, complete with the addresses of everyone. Thankfully, William took on that responsibility when they sent out save-the-dates. He has really made this wedding planning a lot easier than she expected. Lizzie starts counting the number of addresses and invitations, knowing they ordered more than they needed just in case. She hears a creak of the wood and feels William a moment later, bent down and placing a kiss on her neck.

"Mmm," Lizzie inhales. "That's the smell I love."

"You smell really good too," William says, burying his nose into her neck.

"If we showered together, we probably would have forgotten to wash our hair or to use soap," Lizzie teases as she glances at him.

"Good thing you decided to make a sprint for the shower then," William says, kissing her neck once more before taking the seat next to her.

"I'm quick like that," Lizzie grins, nudging him and he chuckles.

"Alright," William says, clapping his hands together. "How are we doing this?"

"You address the envelopes and I'll stuff and stamp them," Lizzie says.

"Seems like you have the easier job," William replies, playfully narrowing his eyes at her.

"Easier? Do you see how much needs to go in every envelope?" Lizzie says, pointing out her little piles. "The invitation itself, the address and directions to the venue, the RSVP card and the envelope to mail it back to us. Plus the stamps. Where are the stamps?"

"Rigghht here," William replies, reaching across the table and handing them to her.

"I like these," Lizzie smiles, noticing the two white roses on each stamp.

"The postal worker recommended them," William says. "I inquired about wedding stamps and I liked these the most."

"I had no idea they had wedding stamps. Huh," Lizzie says. "Good job."

"Thank you," William says before grabbing the first envelope. "Let's get started, shall we?"

"Yes," Lizzie nods before adding. "You know you're addressing them because your penmanship is better, right?"

"My penmanship?" William asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Whatever. I just like your handwriting more," Lizzie shrugs. "It's so much more professional."

"You have lovely handwriting, Lizzie," William offers.

"You write more often," Lizzie says, giving him a look. "I usually take to the computer."

"I know," William says, starting to address the first envelope. "So, will you be typing or handwriting your vows?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," Lizzie replies, watching him write with care. "Have you already written yours? We still have so much time."

"I've written down thoughts but nothing concrete," William says, glancing at her and smiling.

"You're totally going to try and outdo me, aren't you?" Lizzie asks, taking the envelope when he finishes.

"Writing our vows isn't a competition," William says as he starts on the next address.

"You just have a way with words," Lizzie replies. She fills the envelope with everything, licks the seal and then stamps it.

"Don't sell yourself short, love," William says softly. "Whatever you say will be wonderful."

"I think I'll start it out with something like, 'I love you and your sweet bod, William Darcy. I'm looking forward to many more years of it," Lizzie says, pretending to look thoughtful.

"How prolific of you," William says, quirking an eyebrow.

"I thought you would like it," Lizzie grins.

"I'll have to make a note to mention how much I admire your figure as well," William says.

"You should be very detailed about what you love," Lizzie says with a smug look. William looks at her for a moment and then puts his pen down, leaning towards her.

"I love…" William trails off as he kisses her gently. She sighs and brings a hand up to cup the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. He tries to pull her chair in closer to him but it tips slightly and she grabs his arm with her free hand. They break off the kiss, laughing as Lizzie rests her head against his shoulder. "Are you okay, Lizzie?"

"I'm fine, Will," Lizzie says, giggling as she lifts her head. "It just startled me."

"At least you didn't fall," William says, smiling sheepishly.

"You would have caught me," Lizzie replies, patting his chest before she readjusts herself in her chair. "Can I say it's safe to assume your sentence was going to end with my lips?"

"Yes," William says, taking a deep breath. "It was."

"Should we leave the making out for later and the invitations for now?" Lizzie suggests, giving him a teasing look.

"Can't promise anything. Your lips are very enticing," William says, picking up his pen to finish a zip code.

"You can kiss me as much as you'd like," Lizzie says before holding up her hand. "Once we finish this."

"Sounds very rewarding," William grins and then hands the second envelope to her.

William and Lizzie get into a rhythm as they work on the invitations. William uses his stylish handwriting for each invitation and each one looks better than the last. As soon as William finishes one envelope, Lizzie is putting the finishing touches on the previous one. Lizzie stops when he hands her Brandon and Fitz's envelope.

"Can't we just hand deliver these?" Lizzie asks, giving him a look.

"No," William says with a twinkle in his eye.

"I'm pretty sure they're coming to the wedding. They are part of the wedding party after all," Lizzie says.

"We're sending an invitation to everybody, Lizzie," William replies. "Everyone likes getting mail."

"But, we can-"

"It's more official this way," William says quickly.

"You are a dork," Lizzie replies, bringing her hand up and brushing her thumb across his cheek. "And I love you all the more for it."

"I love you, too," William half smiles before kissing her shoulder. He finishes another address and puts it in Lizzie's pile.

"Speaking of Fitz," Lizzie says as she puts the stamp on the envelope. "Do you have any ideas for what we should dress up as for the Halloween party?"

"Not sure," William replies.

"It will be hard to top last year's costumes," Lizzie says. "And we certainly can't repeat them."

"Despite it fitting with the theme," William says, glancing at her.

"We can do so many things with famous, fictional, and real couples," Lizzie replies. "Maybe I don't have to go as a blonde this year."

"I very much prefer your natural locks," William mentions, grabbing another envelope.

"My locks?" Lizzie giggles. "You're so old school sometimes."

"You knew that coming in," William smirks. "Either way, I'm sure there are plenty of couples we can come up with so you can avoid a wig. Lucy and Ricky Ricardo is the first that comes to my mind."

"It's cute but you're basically just wearing a suit," Lizzie shrugs. "Too easy. Maybe we can put you in a wig."

Lizzie grins as she threads her fingers through his hair.

"I wonder what you'd look like with orange hair," Lizzie murmurs and William snorts.

"Orange?" William asks, raising his eyebrows. "I don't have the skin tone to pull that off. What are you thinking about?"

"Just an idea," Lizzie says, pulling her hair away. "How nice is this costume place?"

"Same people who made our costumes last year," William replies. "You pick anything you want tomorrow and they'll have it ready to your exact measurements before Halloween. Some people just rent from there as well."

"It's certainly sounds better than just picking something sold out of a plastic bag," Lizzie scoffs. "Plus, everything is always the sexy version of something. Who wants to be a sexy Freddie Krueger?"

"They have that sort of costume?" William asks, furrowing his brows.

"Unfortunately," Lizzie groans.

"I think we can think of something better than that," William says, shaking his head.

"Lydia went as a sexy bumblebee one year," Lizzie says. "She was actually pretty cute in it. Went around stinging us half the night. That was…not so cute."

"I can definitely imagine her doing that," William chuckles. "The last time Gigi dressed up to go out for trick or treating, she was a Spice Girl. She refused to go unless I dressed up with her. I put on a leather jacket and sunglasses and pretended to be her bodyguard."

"That is too cute, Will," Lizzie smiles. "Which Spice Girl?"

"I do not remember," William says and Lizzie giggles.

"I wonder what she and Sidney will be picking for their costume," Lizzie says, turning her attention back to her piles.

"I told her about our plans for tomorrow. She mentioned they may be Antony and Cleopatra," William says. Lizzie places her hand over his and he looks at her.

"I'm proud of you, you know," Lizzie says quietly and he lifts his eyebrows. "For helping Sidney out today. It's hard to see your little sister grow up. I mean, I'll be extra protective of Lydia when she brings someone home."

"Sidney is a good guy. I can see that," William says. "My sister deserves the best."

"She does," Lizzie says. "Can't even imagine what you'll be like if we had a daughter."

"She won't be dating until she is 21," William says flatly. Lizzie whips her head in disbelief at him and she sees the corners of his mouth twitching up.

"William Darcy!" Lizzie laughs, nudging his shoulder.

"Maybe 18 if she provides a good argument," William grins.

"Our poor hypothetical children," Lizzie sighs, shaking her head. William's phone vibrates and he checks it before chuckling.

"What is it?" Lizzie asks, leaning in closer.

"Speaking of children," William says. "Do you remember Charlie?"

"From IT? He was really nice to me when I was shadowing," Lizzie nods.

"That's the one. His wife Jessica just had her baby. A girl," William says. "Fitz has been keeping up with Charlie through twitter and was compelled to let me know."

"I feel like Fitz probably isn't helping out too much at Sidney's if he's on Twitter," Lizzie says before adding. "You should send them some flowers."

"Fitz is…already on it," William replies, smiling at her before putting his phone back down. "We still have plenty of these invitations to finish. Shall we?"

Lizzie nods and rubs her hands together before starting on another invitation. The only sound in the room is the quiet music playing from Lizzie's laptop and they fall back into their rhythm. They nearly halfway done when Lizzie pauses at one envelope. William glances at her and puts the pen down.

"What is it?" William asks.

"Do you think Caroline will come?" Lizzie asks, holding up the addressed envelope.

"I really don't know," William says with an unsure face.

"I want to invite her. She's basically extended family," Lizzie grimaces. "I just…haven't spoken to her in awhile. She hasn't warmed up to the two of us since we started dating."

"She's trying. At least, her way of trying," William says. "We are not as close as we used to be. Bing informed me that she's been flying back and forth a lot from New York to London for her job."

"So…" Lizzie starts, staring at the envelope and then back at him. "We just wait and see then."

"That would be best," William nods. "We already sent her a save-the-date anyway."

"Yep," Lizzie sighs as she puts the invitation in the envelope. "So how many more do we have to do?"

"You have a small pile there," William smirks. "You are falling behind."

"Okay, smartass," Lizzie rolls her eyes as she puts a stamp on the front. "How many more envelopes need to be addressed?"

"Um," William skims the list on the computer. "About thirty or so."

"Geez. We're only half way?" Lizzie asks. "It's a good thing we're not having a big wedding. Imagine how many envelopes we'd have to get done."

"I think my hand would cramp up if I had to address more than this," William says.

"Uh huh. I'm pretty sure you have more stamina in your hand than that," Lizzie teases and William raises his eyebrows.

"How depraved of you, Miss Bennet," William says with amusement.

"I think you're the depraved one, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie says, nudging into him. "I simply was referencing your letter writing."

"Wow. My mistake," William says.

"Yes, it was," Lizzie replies calmly before pointing at his pile. "Now get back to work."

William is able to address three more envelopes before noticing Lizzie's behavior from his peripheral. She's biting on both of her lips and her shoulders are shaking. It's barely noticeable but he knows her subtle movements from living with her for the past year. She is trying to hide her giggling. She's messing with him.

"Lizzie Bennet, you little miscreant!" William exclaims and Lizzie explodes with laughter. He reaches for her and she jumps out of her chair, knocking it to the ground as she runs to the other side of the table. He smirks at her as he stands up, pushing his chair back and staring her down.

"What are you going to do?" Lizzie asks, crouched in a stance showing she's ready to run either way.

"It seems we're in a stand off," William muses, leaning over slightly and placing his hands on the table.

"It seems so," Lizzie grins at him.

"The way I see it," William starts. "There are only two options here."

"I may be willing to hear them," Lizzie says, her face completely lit up.

"We can either call a truce and go back to work on these invitations," William offers.

"Or?" Lizzie asks, gesturing for him to continue.

"You pay the price for your devious behavior," William finishes evenly.

"Interesting. Very interesting," Lizzie says, stroking her chin jokingly. "On one hand, these invitations do need to get done but on the other, I'm intrigued by how I would have to pay."

"You aren't privy to that information," William replies smugly. "Choose first and then find out."

"How much time do I have to make my decision?" Lizzie asks, shifting her weight back and forth. William glances at the time on his phone and looks back at her.

"Thirty seconds," William says. "Time is very precious, Miss Bennet."

"Hmmm, Let me internally debate my options," Lizzie says. William has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. He keeps his eyes on her and notices the slight blush in her cheeks from her sprint around the table. She is so completely beautiful right now and her smile is just growing bigger as the seconds pass. William can't think of a better way to be spending the afternoon; his entire life really. It's spontaneous. Lizzie is spontaneous. He was sorely lacking in this before she showed up. He glances at the phone again and announces the time left.

"Ten seconds," William announces, raising an eyebrow and giving her a look.

"I just can't decide!" Lizzie says melodramatically, throwing her arms up in frustration.

"Five," William starts counting down and Lizzie tenses, getting ready to run again. "Two, one. Time is up. What have you decided?"

"Neither," Lizzie says slowly, her lips curling up.

"Terrible decision," William deadpans. Lizzie is on her toes the first two times that William attempts to fake her out. He jerks to the right and she's ready for him. The third time, she's not as lucky. He makes a break for the left and she shrieks with laughter as he makes it to the other side of the table in three big steps. Lizzie doesn't even have a chance when she finally starts running. William grabs her by the waist, temporarily lifting her off the ground as he pulls her to his chest. She grips his forearms as he attacks her neck with kisses while she tries to catch her breath. Just then, Lizzie's phone goes off.

"Mercy. Mercy!" Lizzie laughs, pushing on his arms. "Will! My phone is ringing!"

"Be my guest," William says, placing one more kiss on her neck before letting her go. She quickly grabs for her phone.

"Hello?" Lizzie answers breathily.

"Lizzie? Hi! It's Jane!" she answers.

"Hey! How are you?" Lizzie asks, mouthing to William who it is.

"I'm really good," Jane replies and Lizzie can practically hear her smile through the phone. "How are you?"

"Great! William and I are half working on wedding invitations today," Lizzie says. "We've easily found distractions though."

"At least you two are having a small wedding," Jane replies. "Imagine having to prepare over two hundred."

"Yea, no." Lizzie chuckles. "What's up, Jane?"

"What are you guys doing for New Year's Eve?" Jane asks.

"I don't know, Jane," Lizzie says as she takes a seat on the couch. "Besides wedding planning, I barely know what William and I are doing past tomorrow."

William looks at her in confusion and then quickly runs towards his office to get his calendar.

"Well, Bing and I were figuring out holiday plans," Jane starts. "We're coming home for Thanksgiving but we won't be able to make it for Christmas. I have a big show on Christmas Eve so it'll just be too hectic. I have this black and white party through work on New Year's Eve. It's more of a ball really but I'm able to invite two more people and I was wondering- well, Bing suggested it- would you and William like to come?"

"To New York?" Lizzie asks just as William joins her on the couch. "Hold on Jane."

"Sure!" Jane replies. Lizzie puts her hand over the receiver and turns to William.

"Jane is inviting us to this big fashion shindig for New Year's Eve in New York," Lizzie whispers excitedly.

"We don't have any set plans," William says, flipping the calendar pages to December. "I mean, there's Tahoe but you can't ski."

"Way to throw that in my face," Lizzie teases and William rolls his eyes.

"You know what I mean," William says. "At this moment, I say yes."

"Okay," Lizzie smiles at him. "Hey Jane. It's not concrete but I think we can go. William and I have to discuss it more though."

"There's still time, of course! I just wanted to give you plenty of notice," Jane replies.

"I really want to go, Jane!" Lizzie says as she feels William place his hand on the small of her back. She glances to him and smiles. "New York in December and finally seeing your place."

"It would be a lot of fun," Jane agrees.

"We're going to let you know as soon as possible," Lizzie says. "Okay, Jane?"

"No problem!" Jane says.

"How is everything else?" Lizzie asks.

"Work is really good. Busy but good," Jane says. "I am super pleased with how the bridesmaid dresses are turning out."

"You are amazing for doing that, by the way," Lizzie replies. "I don't know how you're finding the time."

"I'm finding it somewhere," Jane laughs and Lizzie hears a voice in the background. "Oh hey, Bing just got home with dinner."

"Tell him we both said hi!" Lizzie says quickly.

"He says hello back. Hold on," Jane says and Lizzie waits. She hears muffled voices and she glances at William, who smiles at her. "Bing wants to let William know that he was fitted for his tux today."

"I will definitely let him know," Lizzie says.

"Listen, I've got to go. Dinner smells delicious and I'm starving!" Jane says.

"Oh, of course! William and I have invitations to finish," Lizzie says.

"I'll talk to you again soon! I love you, sis," Jane says.

"Love you too, Jane!" Lizzie says. She hangs up and turns to William. "She had to go because Bing just came home with dinner."

"Ah," William nods.

"Also, she said Bing just got fitted for his tux," Lizzie adds.

"Perfect. I was going to call him soon," William smiles before glancing at the calendar in his lap. "Sooo…New York?"

"Yes!" Lizzie exclaims, switching positions on the couch and facing William, sitting cross-legged. "What do you think?"

"I do like the idea," William says before adding. "We have to lay out our holiday plans soon though. We would need to book flights and a hotel."

"I, um. I think I have an idea," Lizzie says before holding out her hand. "May I see your calendar?"

"Of course," William replies as he digs it out of his briefcase, smiling as he hands it to her. Lizzie flips open the calendar to October. Just as she's about to turn the page to November, she notices a little note on October 28th.

Take Lizzie out to dinner?

"Why the question mark?" Lizzie asks, pointing to the note.

"Oh," William smiles sheepishly. "Obviously, I haven't asked you yet. I wrote it down without thinking. I added the question mark in pencil."

"I'd love to go out to dinner with you then," Lizzie says, grabbing for his hand. "I say we should do that every year no matter what."

"That's a tradition I will absolutely follow," William replies softly. Lizzie lights up as he brings a hand up to her face and brushes his thumb across his cheek. He leans over and kisses her gently, Lizzie smiling against his lips. She gives herself a moment to think about the significance of that day. It was a mere two years ago but so many things have changed since then. It sparks an idea in her about her vows and she keeps it to herself. As he pulls back, Lizzie grins at him.

"May I have your pencil?" Lizzie asks. William hands it to her in silence and watches as she erases the question mark. She gives it back to him and grabs the pen from the little pocket. He chuckles when he sees what she adds.

Repeat every year. Dessert to follow at home.

"Okay," Lizzie sighs, putting the pen back in the pocket before turning the page. She flips back and forth from November and December for a few moments. William notices the little crinkle on her forehead and he knows she's mentally figuring it out in her head. He can see her counting days and occasionally flipping to January. He patiently sits there and waits.

"I think I've got it," Lizzie says after a bit, looking back up at him.

"I'm all ears," William replies.

"We go home for Thanksgiving," Lizzie says and he nods. "We can drive or fly but I would say Wednesday night to Saturday or Sunday."

"You're willing to fly this year?" William asks, a little surprised.

"Those details are not important at this second, Will," Lizzie says, giving him a look. "Anyway, we go home for Thanksgiving."

"Right," William nods.

"And then…okay, bare with me," Lizzie says, biting her bottom lip. "We don't go home for Christmas."

"What?" William asks, confusion on his face. "You don't want to go home?"

"Wait, wait. Listen for a moment," Lizzie says quickly. "Christmas Eve and Christmas are right in the middle of the week and there's no way we would go home ON Christmas Eve. We would try to beat the holiday rush and go on Sunday or Monday probably."

"Riiight," William says slowly.

"I could totally squeeze in a few extra work days if we didn't go," Lizzie says. "I know it's not a big deal but I won't be at work from the end of January to essentially the beginning of March so –"

"Hold on," William says with a grin. "The beginning of March? Does that mean you're saying yes to Pemberley?"

"Yea," Lizzie smiles. "I am. I was going to tell you."

"You're telling me now," William says and Lizzie nods. "We're talking about plans. We might as well have everything set."

"So anyway," Lizzie pushes. "It's not just about work. I thought it would be nice to spend Christmas together…just the two of us. We didn't even get a tree last year. We just used your pre-decorated faux, fancy tree."

"You said you were okay with the tree," William says, frowning.

"Last year," Lizzie replies. "It was perfect. You were on your long business trip, we were gone for Christmas and went to Tahoe right afterwards. It made sense. We were very minimal in our decorations."

"But you'd like more," William adds.

"I loved Christmas with you last year," Lizzie says, grabbing his hands and entwining their fingers together. "There were just a few traditions we didn't do. I want to pick a Christmas tree with you, go shopping for decorations, and hang up our own stockings on the mantle. Plus, January is going to be so crazy with the wedding. My mom will probably be calling every other day and then they will be coming up a few days before. I just think it will be less stressful to spend Christmas alone. With you."

"It sounds really nice," William says, a smile spreading across his face. "Don't forget the mistletoe."

"And the mistletoe," Lizzie laughs softly.

"So, Christmas here and then to New York for New Year's Eve?" William asks and Lizzie nods. "Considering this is your first trip to New York, what would you say to leaving on the 27th or 28th?"

"You want to impress me with your knowledge of the city, huh?" Lizzie teases.

"I just thought it would be nice so you could have a few extra days with your sister," William says. "Plus, there is a lot to do in the city during the holidays."

"I'd like that," Lizzie says. "You can't go overboard though."

"Overboard how? I would never," William says, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh huh," Lizzie shakes her head. "I can see the gears turning in your head."

"Darcybot does not compute," William smirks and Lizzie smacks his chest, laughing.

"Okaaay," Lizzie sighs. "Now comes the hardest part."

"And that would be?" William asks.

"Telling my mom," Lizzie says, grimacing.

"Do you want to call her right now?" William asks.

"I need to get it over with," Lizzie says. "I think this is a conversation better had alone. I know how to handle her. How about you keep working on the invitations and I'll call her. That way, once we finally finish with these things…"

"We can get to work on these trips," William finishes.

"Exactly," Lizzie smiles, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss. She gets up from the couch and heads towards the bedroom, pausing at the hall. "If I don't return in twenty minutes…"

"You'll still be talking to your mom," William chuckles.

"You got it," Lizzie smiles before leaving.

William gets up and returns to the dining room table, picking up Lizzie's chair that fell to the floor. He gets back to work on the invitations and finds the lack of distractions both helpful and too quiet. They may not have been that productive working together but it was fun for him. Now she's trying to convince her mom about their change in holiday plans.

William has been to New York a number of times but going with Lizzie? It will seem completely new to him. He loves going somewhere she's never been because he gets to see it through her eyes. One of his favorite activities with her is taking her to a restaurant that he's been to before. He finds new flavors in a dish that he's had on more than one occasion. She has opened up his senses in every way. He knows it's cliché but it's true. Lizzie makes him appreciate the smallest things about life that he would have overlooked before. It will be impossible to hold back for the entire trip. William is already thinking about everything he can show her; all the touristy spots he knows she'll want to check out. Places he avoided before but will find pleasure in now because he knows she'll enjoy them.

There's also the perk of spending some quality time with Bing. Living on different coasts and in different time zones makes it more difficult for them to catch up. They both make a point to call as often as they can but sometimes, it only ends up being twice in a month. They email each other more often and Bing keeps teasing him about his bachelor party; sending him crazy links that usually make him laugh.

Before he knows it, he only has a few envelopes left to address and he wonders if Lizzie is okay. As if she hears his thoughts, she appears from around the corner and lets out an exasperated sigh.

"That bad?" William asks, giving her a sympathetic smile.

"Actually, it wasn't terrible," Lizzie says, running her fingers through his hair as she passes him. She takes a seat next to him and notices how much her pile has grown. "Well, you were productive."

"You were gone awhile," William says. "Tell me how it went with your mom."

"She was disappointed," Lizzie says and William nods. "She was understanding though…maybe a little too understanding?"

"Do you mean-"

"Yea," Lizzie groans. "Either way, I promised that we would call them on Christmas. She asked if we could use that 'cute little gadget that shows your face.' Sooo…we may use Domino or Facetime or Skype. Whichever one is less confusing for her."

"Of course," William chuckles. "Lydia can help her out."

"Yeaaa. She's going to be mad at me," Lizzie winces. "Leaving her alone with mom and dad for Christmas."

"You know, we can fly her up for her birthday again," William suggests. "If you'd like."

"I would," Lizzie smiles. "We took her to the touristy spots last year. You'll be around so we can take her to the hidden gems this time."

"That would be enjoyable," William says.

"Oh! What about Gigi and Sidney? This breaks your yearly holiday trip with her," Lizzie says.

"We'll her know about the plans but it's pretty much her choice on what she would like to do for the holidays," William says quietly. Lizzie gives him a soft smile, resting her hand over his own and he smiles at her in return. "What else?"

"My mom wants to take advantage of us being home for Thanksgiving by holding the bridal shower then," Lizzie says.

"That makes sense," William replies.

"Yea. While everyone oohs and aahs over inappropriate gifts for me, you and Bing can go hang out elsewhere," Lizzie says and William snorts. "Go do manly things."

"We will grunt and talk about our women and smoke cigars," William says, snarling dramatically.

"Ooh. You totally just gave me an idea on a costume for you tomorrow," Lizzie says, her eyes lighting up.

"Uh oh," William says, raising an eyebrow. "I don't trust that look."

"You definitely shouldn't," Lizzie teases.

"You put me in something ridiculous and I'll do the same to you," William warns.

"Tomorrow should be fun then," Lizzie grins and William sighs. "Oookay. We really do need to finish these."

"Hey. I am nearly done with my half. I only have two left," William teases. "You have fallen very behind."

"Won't you help me?" Lizzie asks, fluttering her lashes. "The sooner we finish, the sooner we can look for flights and you can spend money on me."

"Lizzie!" William cackles and she grins at him.

"Or how about," Lizzie says, giving him a more sincere look. "The sooner we finish, the sooner we can put these in the mail and focus on other wedding details."

"That sounds more like the Lizzie I know," William says softly.

"And make out," Lizzie says, nudging his shoulder.

"I feel like that was already implied," William says, glancing at her.

"Just wanted to reiterate," Lizzie murmurs, placing a hand on the back of his neck.

"Thank you, love," William whispers, leaning in and giving her a kiss. She plays with the hairs on the nape of his neck and he hums against her lips at her touch. "My defenses quickly crumble when you do that."

"Sorry," Lizzie says guiltily, pulling her hand away.

"No, you're not," William smirks, picking his pen back up.

"No, not really," Lizzie says, straightening the pile of envelopes.

"It's a nice preview for later though," William adds.

"Get back to work then, William!" Lizzie demands in jest, straightening her own posture. William smiles to himself as she starts working on the rest of the invitations. He wouldn't trade this for anything.

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October 5th

It takes some convincing to get Lizzie up on Sunday morning. She tightens her hold around William's torso, mumbling that it's more comfortable under the covers with him. They have things to accomplish and their costume adventure is their main concern. After some intense negotiations that include a promise of hot chocolate and waffles, Lizzie is helped out of bed by William. She immediately grabs the blanket at the foot of the bed and wraps it around her before following him into the kitchen.

Two hours and four waffles later, William is pulling out of the parking garage and on their way. While they drive, William explains to Lizzie that this place is not well known to the public but has the best selection of authentic looking movie and television costumes.

"So it's like the Kleinfeld's of costumes?" Lizzie asks. "Try something on and they make it to your size?"

"Something like that. They mainly work with film and web media so there's a faster turn around. If there's ever a movie shooting in the area, they help out," William says. "I have used them for a fair few projects with Pemberley when the wardrobe department is swamped with other work."

"So, I should make a good impression," Lizzie says.

"If you were doing a large production of something," William replies.

"I may be working on something that will require costumes in the near future," Lizzie teases. William dares a glance at her before turning back to the road.

"Is this something I don't know about?" William asks.

"Just a new project I'm working on. I can't be giving all my company secrets away to the enemy," Lizzie grins.

"I have many methods of torture that I know to be quite effective on you, Miss Bennet," William says, stopping at a red light. He turns to her and smirks before she sticks her tongue out at him. His smirk turns into a genuine smile that includes an intense gaze, making her heart skip a beat and a faint blush creep up her neck. Sometimes, Lizzie wonders how one little look from him can still have such an effect on her. She reaches over and grabs his right hand, squeezing it and resting it on the console.

"Green light," Lizzie says quickly. William peels his eyes off her and hits the gas. "How much further?"

"We're nearly there," William replies.

"I haven't been to this part of San Francisco," Lizzie says, looking out the window. "Has all this been a giant scheme to do away with me once and for all? You're taking me to an abandoned warehouse and then making me disappear?"

"I'm so very tired of finding your bras on the bathroom floor, you see," William says flatly.

"I leave them there on purpose," Lizzie retorts. "It's for your viewing pleasure."

"I prefer to view them on you," William says.

"I know," Lizzie smirks. "Besides, you're the one taking them off seventy percent of the time. And, your boxers are there too! It's all your doing, really!"

"I've been caught red-handed," William says.

"If you were caught red-handed, you would currently be taking my bra off and throwing it on the floor," Lizzie says smugly.

"Don't take me so literally, Lizzie," William chuckles.

"I'm just saying," Lizzie grins. "You should be saying guilty as charged or something."

"Your sass is in rare form today," William notes as he turns into a parking lot. "We are here, by the way."

"Oh good. I'm looking forward to putting you in some entertaining costumes," Lizzie says.

"As am I," William replies, pulling into a parking space.

Once they're out of the car, they grab each other's hand and head inside. Lizzie is already impressed with the size of the building from the outside but she is practically overwhelmed when they get inside. She can see through the windows just beyond the lobby and there are racks upon racks of costumes. It may be possible to get lost in a place like this.

"Where do we even start?" Lizzie whispers to him and he gestures with his head towards the desk.

"Welcome! Do you have an appointment?" the man at the desk asks.

"Yes, we do. It should be under William Darcy. Andrew and Rebecca should be expecting us," William says. The man makes a phone call and only a moment later, a woman comes walking in from the main area.

"William Darcy! I was wondering when you would show up," Rebecca says, walking towards them.

"Hello, Rebecca," William replies. "It's a pleasure to see you."

"As always," Rebecca smiles. "Andrew went out on a delivery to Oakland so you probably won't see him today. And this must be Lizzie."

"Hello! It's so nice to meet you," Lizzie nods, holding out and shaking her hand.

"You too! How did your Princess Bride costumes turn out?" Rebecca asks.

"Oh wow. You remember that?" Lizzie asks, her eyebrows going high.

"William is practically a regular customer, bringing us business from Pemberley throughout the year," Rebecca says. "When he came in asking for some personal costumes for him and his girlfriend, I was more than happy to do it. Authentic looking costumes are always the best ones, don't you think?"

"I absolutely loved my costume," Lizzie says, glancing at William and smiling at him. "It was a big hit."

"What do you two have in mind this year? I'm glad William brought you in too. He was all secretive last year," Rebecca says, giving him a look. "It's easier for us."

"We are, uh, not prepared. We don't have much of an idea," William chuckles. "Most of our time has gone towards planning our wedding lately."

"Well then!" Rebecca lights up. "We certainly have plenty to choose from. Follow me."

Rebecca brings them to the main floor to show them around.

"I would probably check out our costumes from the left," Rebecca says, gesturing. "We have our background character costumes on the right. Our pop culture inspired costumes are categorized first by decade of release and then alphabetically through release. Plus, many of them have some varied sizes you can try on. They may not all be a perfect fit but it will give you a general picture."

"That is some serious business," Lizzie says.

"It helps us in a hurry for the bigger movie productions," Rebecca replies. "If they need ten flapper costumes, we know right where to go."

"You want to be a flapper?" William asks lightly, knocking their joined hands against her side.

"Oh yea. Then you can wear another suit. That is sooo different from what you normally wear," Lizzie says sarcastically.

"We have so much to choose from. Classic costumes from Sesame Street and I Love Lucy to the newer ones like The Avengers, the latest Captain America, X-men, and Spiderman," Rebecca says.

"Maybe you should be Spiderman and I'll be your Mary Jane," Lizzie whispers, waggling her eyebrows at him.

"You just want to see me in something skin tight," William smirks.

"You know it," Lizzie says, nudging him.

"There are a couple of dressing rooms in the corner right over there," Rebecca says, pointing to the left. "There's a couch in there and some snacks. We know it can take awhile to find a good costume sometimes."

"They should have couches in every dressing room," Lizzie says.

"I'm so disappointed when there isn't one!" Rebecca laughs. There's a muffled noise coming from her walkie talkie and she pauses. "Oh! I need to get back to the front. Natalie is going to be helping you out. She's downstairs in fittings right now but she is my best employee. Knows this place like the back of her hand."

"Thank you again, Rebecca," William says.

"It's no trouble at all," Rebecca replies before she turns and walks away.

"Sooo," Lizzie starts, looking around. "There's so much to choose from."

"Well, make a suggestion," William replies. "Do you want to be more modern this year?"

"Maybe we could both be badass superheroes," Lizzie grins. "It's all the rage with the Marvel movies."

"It's a possibility," William says, tugging on her hand to a random row. "Why don't we look through a couple decades of movies before going straight for the hardcore costumes?"

"Alright," Lizzie hums in amusement, stopping in the middle and looking through some outfits. "Rebecca said she had Sesame Street costumes?"

"I believe she did," William replies, his eyes going wide at a one costume covered in sequins. "Why?"

"Well…" Lizzie pauses and looks up at him. "You could be Big Bird and I could be Snuffleupagus."

"Is it because I'm tall?" William asks, raising an eyebrow at her. "Besides, Snuffleupagus was thought to be Big Bird's imaginary best friend for the longest time. I'd rather not."

"What? How do you know that?" Lizzie asks, taken aback.

"I watched Sesame Street when I was a child," William replies.

"You did?" Lizzie gasps and stops what she's doing.

"Is that really so difficult to believe?" William smiles at her. "I may have grown up in a different environment than you but I still watched television. Sesame Street was very educational. My parents encouraged it and I even watched it with Gigi sometimes when she was young."

"I love that," Lizzie beams at him. "Every so often, I uncover a little gem about your past that I didn't know and it just makes me love you more."

"Same goes for you," William says, putting his arm around her shoulder.

"I hope Sesame Street is still on when we have our kids," Lizzie sighs.

"Me too," William says softly before kissing her head. "It would be a travesty if it wasn't."

"It really would be," Lizzie replies and then pulls away. "We could be Bert and Ernie!"

"I have insider information that those costumes would be at the top of the list for Fitz and Brandon this year, actually," William says with a half smile.

"Then it would have been a Muppet party if you said yes to Big Bird!" Lizzie laughs. "Let's stay away from that then."

"Good idea," William says. She grabs his hand and pulls him to another row. She skims through the movie tags on the rack within her row and then stops. She pulls out a ruffled, one shoulder white dress.

"What movie is that from?" William asks just as she points to the tag on the rack.

"Saturday Night Fever," Lizzie grins before pulling out the white suit it goes with. "With John Travolta?"

"Ah yes. The disco dancing movie," William says, inspecting the suit. "I came home late from work one evening to find Gigi watching it. It seemed quite hokey."

"It's so very cheesy," Lizzie laughs. "You could totally pull this off. We've got the height difference down. Do you think you've got the moves?"

She starts lowly singing Do the Hustle and moving her shoulders, teasing him along. William peers over the costumes to see if he can spot anybody and then puts the suit back on the rack. He leans forward and holds out his hand.

"I hear this music's really good for dancing," William whispers and Lizzie giggles as she takes his hand. They try out a few dance moves and then he spins her around before pulling her in close, both of them laughing.

"We have to try these on now," Lizzie says, looking through the few versions of the white dress and finding her size. William mirrors her actions and they continue their search. As soon as they turn, they nearly run into a girl who looks to be in her early twenties.

"Hi, I'm Natalie. Sorry I couldn't get to you sooner!" Natalie says sweetly. "It looks like you two found something to try on already?"

"Oh, uh, yes," William says, holding up the outfits.

"I can take those to the dressing room for you," Natalie replies and William hands them to her. "Now, I'm mainly here to help you find anything or to get you into a particularly complicated costume."

"I'm not sure if we were planning to go for complicated," Lizzie shrugs.

"Oh, trust me," Natalie says. "If I wasn't here, you'd need something. Now that I'm here, you probably won't."

"Well, actually," William starts. "Lizzie was mentioning something about superhero costumes."

"What decade? Do you want more updated or do you want to go early television? We have Catwoman and Batman from Adam West's days," Natalie says.

"I'm pretty sure he couldn't pull off that Adam West suit," Lizzie laughs. "But maybe you have some suggestions? Any super heroes or fun couples where the girl has red hair?"

"I totally know what you need. Give me about ten minutes and I'll put some outfits in your dressing room," Natalie says. "Feel free to keep looking around though!"

"Oh wait!" Lizzie says quickly before Natalie gets away from them. Lizzie goes over and whispers something in Natalie's ear, William unable to hear what they're saying but is curious about her hand gestures.

"You think you can find that?" Lizzie asks, pulling back.

"It's not a problem at all," Natalie says. She smiles at William before turning around and disappearing into a row.

"So, what were you asking her for?" William asks.

"You'll see," Lizzie says innocently.

"Uh huh," William replies, narrowing his eyes. "Where to?"

"Come on. We need to get to the decades I know. The nineties and aught years," Lizzie says, grabbing his hand.

"Aught," William teases.

"The two thousands are so boring to say," Lizzie smiles at him.

It takes them a few minutes but they're soon looking through a number of costumes that Lizzie recognizes. A few times, she pulls out really baggy shorts or a tye-dyed shirt and holds it up to William with a grin. He just glares at her until she breaks and puts it back.

"Hey Lizzie? Is this a costume someone would actually wear out of the bedroom?" William asks, holding up a silver corseted outfit.

"Moulin Rouge!" Lizzie exclaims, looking at the details of the costume. "I loved this movie when I was younger. Everything was so extravagant. Plus, Ewan McGregor singing? Be still my heart."

"Now I have Colin Firth and Ewan McGregor to compete with?" William asks playfully.

"They've got nothin' on you, Will," Lizzie smiles at him. "Besides, you have a great singing voice."

"I'll sing just for you, love," William murmurs. He bends closer to her and gives her a chaste kiss, briefly closing his eyes when she brushes her hand across his cheek.

"So, what do you think?" Lizzie asks, holding it up. "Too risqué?"

"What would the male counterpart to this costume be?" William asks.

"Christian is a poor poet in love," Lizzie says dramatically. "He would wear slightly baggy dress shirts and suspenders."

"So you would be all dressed up…or down as it were," William says, gesturing to the outfit. "And I would wear something similar to my current outfits."

"Less fitted but yes," Lizzie says and she spots the look in his eye. "You totally want me to try this on. Not even as a contender…you just want to see this on me."

"I definitely do," William nods.

"I'll make you a deal," Lizzie says. "If I try this on for you then I get to pick anything out of this store and you have to try it on."

"Will you be putting me in a dress or something?" William asks warily.

"I wasn't going to go that direction, but now that you mention it, you'd make a great Disney Princess," she muses.

William cocks an eyebrow.

"I'm kidding!" Lizzie laughs.

"Hmmm," William contemplates for a moment. "I accept."

"I knew you would," Lizzie says, bouncing once. "You never can turn down me wearing lingerie. Even if it is from nineteen hundred."

"Nineteen-aught," William corrects and Lizzie laughs.

"Come on. I'm pretty sure Natalie is finished picking out some costumes for us," Lizzie says. They head towards the changing room and see Natalie walking out just as they get there.

"Perfect timing! Ooh. I love Moulin Rouge. I don't know why I didn't think of that one," Natalie says. "I hung up various costumes ranging from super heroes to classic. I know red hair was the key but I took some liberties."

"Thank you for your help!" Lizzie says.

"We would probably be here all day without you," William adds.

"The day is still young," Lizzie jokes.

"It's really no trouble. I love helping people who actually want to try things on," Natalie says. "Most of the time, it's costume designers who pick and choose and are out of here in the blink of an eye."

"You can't get rid of us that easily," Lizzie says. "He deprived me of this last year. I'm going to enjoy it."

Natalie smiles. "If you need any help enjoying yourselves, I'll be out on the floor."

"Thank you, Natalie," William says. Natalie is out the door in a flash, leaving them alone in the dressing room.

"So, what do we have?" Lizzie asks, checking out the options in front of them.

"I think I get about seventy-five percent of these costume references," William says before pausing at one costume. "And what is this?"

"It's my pick," Lizzie says, glancing at him.

"You had her find this before we made the deal!" William replies.

"I did. I was going to attempt to persuade you before but it all just fell into place for me," Lizzie says with a cheesy smile. "Now you can't back out."

"You little trickster," William shakes his head.

"You love me," Lizzie says smugly.

"I suppose," William says, hanging the costume back up with the others. "Who is 'Rory'?"

"It's from Doctor Who," Lizzie says, now looking through her own costumes. "Do you remember that weird story Lydia forwarded us once as a joke? It's from that show."

"Rory is a Roman warrior?" William asks.

"Rory and Amy were companions to the Doctor for a few seasons," Lizzie starts to explain. "I don't know the specifics but Amy was locked in some sort of box and he was guarding it for two thousand years or something. I don't know the logistics behind it. Amy has red hair though. I see why she chose it."

"So they're a couple," William says.

"Yea. He was a bit bumbling but he got the girl in the end. Sound familiar?" Lizzie smiles. "Want to try them on? You get a fancy cape and everything."

"Sure," William says, grabbing the curtain to his cubicle. "Don't peak."

"You too, mister," Lizzie replies. Her costume is relatively easy to get on and she's done before William. Just as she's getting her second boot on, there's a knock at their door.

"I'm trying to figure out the logistics of these pants and…skirt thing," William says. "Not dressed yet."

"I'll get it," Lizzie chuckles. She opens the door to find Natalie.

"You look fantastic as Amy Pond! How is he doing?" Natalie asks.

"He has more components but I'm sure he'll look good," Lizzie smiles.

"I forgot to tell you. The Moulin Rouge costume looks tricky but it's not. The zipper is actually on the side," Natalie says.

"Thank you for that," Lizzie replies. "I like what you've picked out by the way."

"I hoped you would," Natalie says.

"Lizzie," she hears from behind her.

"Just a sec!" Lizzie says, waving to Natalie and closing the door. "Okay, now show me."

William opens his curtain and smiles sheepishly at her. She thinks he looks good in the costume except for the fact that his pants are three inches too short. Lizzie covers her mouth to hide her laughter.

"The perk of having these costumes custom made is that I can avoid problems like this," William says, pointing at his ankles. "The boots do not fit either."

"You still look very masculine," Lizzie says. "Like you're about to go to war."

"You look cute. The skirt is shorter than you normally wear," William notes.

"Yea. I feel like I'd probably be pulling down on it all night," Lizzie shrugs. "I don't have any attachment to this. Shall we try again? We have a good pile to go through."

"I think I'd like to see the Moulin Rouge costume on you," William smirks.

"So soon?" Lizzie asks, perking up a little.

"Why not?" William says, smoldering slightly.

"Whatever you'd like," Lizzie says, giving him a playful look. She saunters back into her stall and William keeps his eyes on her. He makes quick work of changing, noting how much easier it is to take this Roman costume off than it was to put on. He pulls his jeans on and steps out of his stall as he puts his shirt on, noticing that Lizzie is still in the stall.

"Will you need any help?" William asks. Lizzie sticks her head out of the curtain and gives him a wicked look.

"Sure," Lizzie says and he takes a step towards her stall. "Why don't you get Natalie?"

"You little tease," William says, chuckling. "Do you really want me to get her?"

"I've got it," Lizzie says. "I do have a little experience putting things like this on."

"Of course you do," William smiles before she disappears behind the curtain.

"I love how detailed this is! It looks just like Nicole Kidman's in the movie," Lizzie says after a few moments. "Gigi never made you watch this?"

"I can't say that she has," William says, picking some lint off the couch. "I have a feeling we may be watching it in the near future though."

"You bet we are," Lizzie replies, sticking her head out from the curtain again. "Nicole Kidman is totally ridiculous in the beginning but I love it."

"I look forward to it," William says, half smiling at her.

"Okay," Lizzie says after a moment, still behind the curtain. "Nicole Kidman makes this big entrance in this costume. She's lowered down by a swing and then it's just this crazy musical number. I definitely can't make that entrance but…are you ready?"

"Of course," William says, amused by how excited Lizzie appears to be.

Lizzie pushes the curtain aside and dramatically gets into a pose for William. The silver and black sequined costume nearly fits her perfectly and the tails reach just past the back of her knees. She's wearing black gloves that cover all the way past her elbows. She sees his smile grow and she uses her sexiest walk to go over to him.

"Do you like it?" Lizzie asks, lowly. She puts her hands on her hips and shakes them a little, the sequin strings from the front of her costume making a jingling noise.

"You look very nice," William says, nodding his head in appreciation

"Did you know during the old days of the Moulin Rouge," Lizzie starts, taking a seat on his knee and crossing her legs. "The dancers sometimes didn't wear any underwear?"

"Oh really?" William asks, looking down to notice a sliver of her green underwear. He smirks and traces a finger across it.

"Obviously, I'm wearing some right now," Lizzie says, putting her arms around his neck. She holds back a smirk as she rakes her fingers across the back of his neck, the power returning to her. "But, when they would dance the Can-Can, the paying customers would get quite a show."

"I could imagine," William says roughly. His eyes are just barely beginning to darken and all Lizzie wants to do is kiss him until he's gasping for air. She's staring at his lips and it's so incredibly tempting, especially with his hand on her thigh.

"I really should get out of this," Lizzie murmurs, sliding off his knee. "We have so many more to try on."

"We certainly do," William agrees, watching her every movement. Lizzie doesn't care anymore. She's going for it.

"Maybe I could use some help after all," Lizzie suggests, holding out her hand. It's as if a light bulb has actually turned on above his head and he's up within seconds. His hands go straight for her hips and he's guiding her backwards into her room. She just barely has time to close her curtain when his lips are on hers. Lizzie throws her arms around him and the ground disappears from under her. He's lifted her up and her feet are dangling but Lizzie couldn't care less. She just really wants to keep enjoying the things his tongue is doing to her. She has riled him up and she is loving every second of it. There's a moan between them and his hold tightens just slightly. It isn't until her lungs feel like they're about to burst that they pull apart, gasping for air as he puts her down.

"Whoops," William says simply.

"I like whoops," Lizzie giggles breathlessly, resting her hands on his chest.

"We really should…" William trails off, staring at her swollen lips.

"We should," Lizzie agrees, knowing how that would end. "You know what I think?"

"Hmm?" William hums, Lizzie watching his eyes continually dart between her eyes and her lips.

"You should try on your costume next," Lizzie says and the spell is broken.

"Really?" William sighs. "You actually want me to put that on."

"Yes, please," Lizzie says. "A deal is a deal."

"You beat me this time, Miss Bennet," William groans, stepping out of her stall and into his own.

"I beat you all the time, Mr. Darcy," Lizzie says matter of factly, pulling back the curtain to change. She practically rips off her costume and changes back into her jeans and shirt before sprinting back to the couch. "Ready when you are."

"Give me a minute, here," William says.

"It can't be that bad," Lizzie giggles.

"I'm making sure that my boxers don't show," William says, poking his head out. "I'm trying to give you the most for your money."

"Well, then," Lizzie says, sitting up and crossing her legs. "Even better."

"I think I need a minute or two to adjust this," William says.

"Quit wasting time and show me already, William Darcy," Lizzie demands and she hears a groan from him.

William slides the curtain open and Lizzie's jaw drops slightly. He's wearing a leather loin cloth with a rough leather belt holding it up. It's uneven all around, lowest in the middle and revealing most of his legs.

"God bless your love of biking," Lizzie coos, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

"The things I do for you," William says, sighing.

"I very much appreciate it," Lizzie says cheekily.

"I feel very ogled right now," William says, staring at her.

"Rightly so," Lizzie hums, licking her lips. "That costume accentuates all the great things about your body."

"Who would even wear this in public? I wouldn't even step out of our bedroom in this," William says, looking down at it.

"But you'd wear it in the bedroom, huh?" Lizzie says playfully and William quirks an eyebrow.

"Lizzie Bennet, do you have a Tarzan fantasy?" William asks with a tiny smirk.

"If I didn't before, I do now," Lizzie nods, taking a deep breath.

"Intriguing," William says. "May I change out of this now?"

"Just a moment. I need to commit this to memory," Lizzie says before adding, "Unless…you let me take a picture."

"Absolutely not," William laughs. "Besides, you forget nothing. You can rely on that mind of yours."

"I surely will," Lizzie says, waggling her eyebrows.

"I'm changing now. We have too many costumes to try on," William says before turning around.

"Daaamn. The view from the back is just as good. My fiancé is so hot," Lizzie says. William peers over his shoulder and she smiles at him before blowing him a kiss.

Lizzie and William spend the next thirty minutes trying on numerous costumes. They create two different piles for their costumes; ones they're considering and ones they'll never try again. Natalie checks on them twice more and even helps Lizzie into one of her costumes. Lizzie lets out a loud cackle when William steps out holding a Spiderman costume still on the hanger.

"No," William says simply, hanging it with the never again pile.

"You would have looked really cute," Lizzie says with a grin and he narrows his eyes at her for a moment.

"No," William repeats and returns to his stall.

Lizzie is happy about stumbling upon the Saturday Night Fever costumes. William throws open his curtain a few minutes later and pulls out a few more disco moves for her.

"That actually looks really good on you!" Lizzie says, twirling in her own dress for him.

"The pants are a bit snug," William notes.

"They're not that bad," Lizzie says, biting on her bottom lip as she traces his vest. "I think you're pretty sexy actually."

"Oh?" William smirks, looking down at her. "I think we'll have to add this to the contender pile."

"Absolutely," Lizzie agrees, giving him a flirtatious look. "What have we narrowed it down to?"

"Well, these," William says, gesturing between them. "Jack and Rose, Captain America and Peggy Carter, and then Jean Grey and Wolverine because as you say, being Cyclops would cover up my eyes."

"Excuse me. I just really like your eyes," Lizzie says softly.

"You are excused," William murmurs, leaning down to kiss her. She grabs the huge lapels of his jacket and she is already leaning towards this costume just for this perk. He wraps his arms around her waist and holds her close, keeping her steady as she stands on her toes. They pull back after a few moments and he takes a deep breath.

"You could definitely let your hair grow out for this costume too," Lizzie murmurs.

"Two costumes that you tell me to grow out my hair," William chuckles. "Do you just want me to grow out my hair?"

"I love your hair the way it is. Wolverine just has big hair and so does John Travolta's character," Lizzie shrugs. "Also, Jack is blonde so you're totally getting the short end of the stick this year."

"I'm willing to sacrifice," William chuckles and Lizzie reaches up to ruffle it up.

After they change back into their regular clothes, they lay out the contenders.

"I seriously don't know what to choose. I like all of them for different reasons," Lizzie says, pulling a face. "What do you think?"

"I have to admit that I'm having trouble as well," William replies. "I thought you looked fantastic in all of them."

"We need another opinion," Lizzie says. "I'm getting Natalie."

"Good idea," William says.

Lizzie leaves the dressing room and returns a few minutes later with Natalie and Rebecca.

"I don't mean to intrude," Rebecca says. "I was talking with Natalie when Lizzie told me your predicament. I had some time and couldn't resist."

"Not at all," William says. "We're in a dead heat with these four costumes."

"We'll just have to have a costume fashion show!" Natalie suggests.

Lizzie and William spend fifteen minutes changing in and out of the remaining outfits for Natalie and Rebecca. Their Jack and Rose costumes are eliminated first when William puts on the blonde wig for his character. He and Lizzie both break out into laughter when they look in the mirror and that's the end of that.

In the end, they decide to be Captain America and Peggy Carter. Lizzie loves the detail of her uniform and William just looks too good in red, white and blue. Natalie measures them both and their costumes are ordered with a promise to be ready in a couple weeks.

"Thank you so much for all of this, Rebecca," William says as they get to the front door.

"It was a pleasure, William," Rebecca replies, shaking his hand. "And Lizzie, we're more than happy to help you out any time."

"Absolutely," Lizzie says. "Now that I know about this place."

"We're a well-kept secret," Rebecca smiles. "I'm sorry you weren't able to meet Andrew. Maybe he'll be here when your costumes are ready."

"Maybe!" Lizzie says.

"We really should get going," William says, opening the entrance door. "I'm sure you have plenty to do today."

"Thank you again," Lizzie adds. "Have a great day!"

William slips his hand in Lizzie's while they walk to the car.

"I still can't believe just how many costumes they have," Lizzie says, glancing at him.

"I don't even think we looked through a quarter of them," William says, unlocking the door and opening it for Lizzie.

"I think we're going to have to go here from now on," Lizzie says as she slips into her seat. William nods and closes her door before going around the car and getting into the driver's side.

"It's better than just choosing an ill fitted costume from Party Plus or Target," William replies.

"Such a spoiled way to pick our costumes," Lizzie says and then adds. "Where to next?"

"How about lunch at that little bistro we like?" William suggests.

"Ooh. Can we go to that bookstore that's down the block afterwards?" Lizzie asks. "I wanted to see if they have my book in."

"Sure," William says. "Fitz told me about a book and I want to check it out."

"Sounds perfect," Lizzie replies. "Onward, Mr. Darcy."

"As you wish, Miss Bennet," William says, flashing a smile as he starts the car.

"I'm really happy with what we chose," Lizzie says as she's walking through their front door.

"The books or the costumes?" William teases, closing the door behind them.

"Well, both," Lizzie says, looking at him over her shoulder as she toes off her flats. "I'm excited to go through my New York guide book."

"Despite not needing it since you'll be with two people who live there and another who has been a few times," William says, following her into the kitchen.

"Hey. I may go visit Jane on my own one day," Lizzie says, putting her bag of purchases on the kitchen island and pulling out the book. "I like exploring and finding hidden gems. This book will be good for as long as they live there."

"Alright, alright," William says, putting his own bag down. "You're a very forward thinker."

"Thank you," Lizzie replies.

"Anyway, I like our choices too," William says, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and handing it to Lizzie. "I did think we would have looked nice in the Saturday Night Fever costumes too."

"Knowing Fitz, he would have probably thrown on some disco music just to get us to dance," Lizzie replies, rolling her eyes.

"I have no qualms about dancing with you," William says and Lizzie gives him an amused look. "Yes, I said qualms. Add it to your list of words that tickle your funny bone."

"No, I'm just thinking," Lizzie says.

"A dangerous pastime of yours," William quips.

"You're just on fire today," Lizzie deadpans.

"Please tell me what you were thinking," William says, smiling encouragingly at her.

"Just about the other costumes we tried on," Lizzie shrugs, taking a sip of water.

"Possibly one in particular? One that you've committed to memory?" William asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"All I'm saying is that Tarzan doesn't quite have the vocabulary you do," Lizzie says.

"He's very succinct," William jokes.

"And very fit," Lizzie adds, putting her water down on the counter.

"It's all those vines he swings from," William chuckles.

"Or the bikes he rides," Lizzie mutters to herself as she turns towards the living room. Despite her attempt to keep it to herself, William hears it and cocks his head just slightly. An idea comes to him and before he loses the courage, he acts on it. He pulls his shirt off and throws it in her direction to get her attention. She turns around with a confused look and he reaches her in two steps. William grabs her by her legs and throws her over his shoulder, much to Lizzie's surprise.

"William!" Lizzie exclaims. "What are you doing?!"

"Tarzan takes what he wants!" William grunts jokingly.

"Oh my god," Lizzie laughs. "Where are you taking me?"

"The bedroom, of course," William says with a growl.

"Will, put me down!" Lizzie says through her laughter.

"Never!" William exclaims as he tightens his hold around her legs.

Once he gets to the bedroom, he gently tosses her onto the bed and Lizzie watches him with amusement. William towers over her before Lizzie brings one hand up to his neck and pulls him in for a kiss. She struggles to scoot back before William crawls onto the bed and scoops her up with one arm. He brings her to the head of the bed and lets go of her but kisses her again.

"So aggressive today," Lizzie grins as he sits up a little.

"You've released the beast within," William says and it makes Lizzie giggle. He moves down and places big kisses down her neck and over her shirt until he reaches the exposed part of her stomach. He pushes up her shirt, little by little, and kisses her skin before she lets out a long sigh.

"Off with your shirt," William says, pushing her shirt past her chest. Lizzie lifts her arms and sits up a little to help him out, William tossing it aside. He brushes his fingers against her exposed skin and pulls at the straps of her bra. He continues his feather light touch as his hands graze across her breasts and she bites her lip. He bends down and kisses her through the fabric, jolts shooting straight to the pit of Lizzie's stomach. William continues teasing her and lightly biting at her nipples, Lizzie letting out a whimper.

"Hey Tarzan. The bra can come off any time now," Lizzie gasps in frustration.

"How do you remove this contraption?" William asks with a grin and Lizzie throws her head back in laughter. She plays along and reaches behind her to unclip her bra before flinging it away.

"Tarzan has exceptionally good vocabulary," Lizzie teases. "Better than I thought."

"Quick learner," William says, lightly kissing the valley of her breasts.

"Who taught you?" Lizzie gasps out as his teeth graze across her nipple.

"Beautiful woman. Hair like fire," William hums against her skin. He brings one hand to the button of her jeans and pops it open, undoing the zipper with ease.

"You seem to have no trouble with jeans," Lizzie says seductively.

"Easier concept," William says huskily. He dips a hand beneath the material of her underwear and she bucks her hips against him. Lizzie pulls him up by his neck and kisses him passionately, sucking on his bottom lip. William is keeping her on edge with his antics, using the barest touch against her. She wants so much more but he obviously has other plans. He pulls away from her and moves down, tugging off her jeans but leaving her underwear. She lifts herself up and rests on her elbows, watching him as he eases himself off the bed and starts to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Lizzie asks, slightly breathy.

"Patience, pale one," William smirks at her and she laughs despite herself.

William disappears into the bathroom and she scurries under the covers, sitting against the headboard and covering herself up with the sheets. She brings her legs up and rests her head on her knees, watching the closed door. He's making her wait awhile and she doesn't know for what, though she can hear the clinking of something every so often. He makes everything more exciting for her. It brings a smile to her face and a kind of warmth spreads through her body. If somebody told her two years ago that it William Darcy would make her feel this happy, she would have told them they were crazy. Her life is completely different now and she couldn't imagine it without him now.

Lizzie lifts her head when the bathroom door swings open but he's not there. A moment later, William practically jumps into frame in a crouching position and Lizzie bursts into laughter. He has fashioned one of the bathroom towels to look like a loin cloth, uneven and showing off his thighs. His hair is a complete mess and is sticking up at all angles, which only makes Lizzie love the image more. William is grinning at her before he starts to approach her. He is hesitant in his walk, as if he's exploring his surroundings, and Lizzie brings her hands up to cover her face as she keeps laughing. The bed shift and she peeks through her fingers to see William getting closer to her. She brings her hands away from her face and her breath quickens just a little as their eyes meet, Lizzie seeing a wicked look on his face. He leans in towards her and she closes her eyes in anticipation. Then he moves past her cheek and starts sniffing her neck.

"Beautiful woman," William says, growling against her neck. "Smell amazing."

"Will, oh god!" Lizzie laughs, sliding down the headboard to escape. "You are so silly!"

"Want beautiful woman!" William grunts, leaning down and sniffing down her neck. He pulls back the sheet to expose her breasts and repeats the same thing.

"Nooooo!" Lizzie screams with laughter. "Stoooop!"

William does exactly that and kisses her collar bone before pulling back to look at her. He smiles widely at her, watching her as she calms down. She takes a deep breath and meets his eyes before bringing a hand up and placing it on his cheek.

"You are ridiculous," Lizzie murmurs. "I love you."

"I love you too," William says softly.

"May I have my William Darcy back?" Lizzie asks, glancing at his makeshift outfit.

"No more Tarzan fantasy, huh?" William asks with a smirk.

"I like the real you way more," Lizzie says before adding. "The towel needs to go."

"I have nothing on underneath," William replies in a teasing manner.

"Even better," Lizzie says, lightly tugging at the material. William helps her out and unknots one part of the towel before he finally removes it. Lizzie presses her lips together as he looks at her before dropping the towel to the floor. She flings back the sheets and he joins her under the covers, hovering above her.

"Happy now?" William asks huskily while one hand moves along the curves of her side.

"Absolutely," Lizzie breathes out as he leans down and places lingering kisses on her neck. "Your hair though."

"What about it?" William hums out as he moves down and kisses across her collar bone.

"It's a work of art," Lizzie whimpers. "So sexy all spiked and messy."

"I used your mousse," William chuckles, looking up at her. "Shall I do it more often?"

"Only on special occasions. Only for me," Lizzie sighs, bringing her hands to his torso as he continues his path of kisses across and down her body.

"Always only for you," William whispers. He runs a hand down her side and his fingers dig into her skin. Lizzie tugs at his ears and he moves back up, half smiling as they look each other in the eyes. She pulls him in and they share a deep kiss, her tongue running across his bottom lip before slipping inside. He moans softy as her tongue moves across the roof of his mouth and explores everywhere. The weight of his body and the way he's grinding against her is intoxicating. Lizzie whimpers against his mouth at the contact and William brings a hand between her legs, lightly rubbing his fingers across her underwear.

"These need to come off," William says roughly, pulling back. Lizzie's eyes are glazed over and she swallows audibly but nods in agreement. He sits on his knees and begins to pull on her underwear, Lizzie lifting her hips to assist him. William brings her legs up to rest against his chest and slides her underwear off, tossing them aside. He places soft kisses on her calves as Lizzie squirms below him, reaching for him and squeezing his forearms. She brings her legs down and spreads them to make room for him. William gazes at her as he positions himself against her hips, leaning down to kiss her slowly. They both moan as he pushes himself into her, taking his time as he goes deeper. She brings her legs up to his torso and presses them tightly against him as they pause a moment, William lifting his head to meet her gaze. They share a silly grin and he begins to thrust into her at a comfortable pace. Barely a moment goes by and they're back to kissing, Lizzie hands roaming across his back as they move against each other. After the day they've had, Lizzie still feels that playful energy between them. It all starts to bubble over and she giggles against his lips. It throws William off for just a second but he senses the energy between them and plays along.

"Are you laughing at me?" William asks, breathing heavily as he keeps thrusting.

"Never," Lizzie whimpers as he hits a good spot. "Just really happy."

"Me too," William smiles, moving down to kiss her jaw.

William flips them over once and Lizzie uses the new position to her advantage. She slows down the pace and rocks her hips against him, eliciting a long groan from him. She loves the way his fingers are digging into her skin, keeping her steady as they move. She arches her back and presses her hands against his chest, increasing the friction between them. William keeps thrusting into her and pulls himself up, Lizzie wrapping her arms around his shoulders and moaning near his ear. He will never get tired of her body pressed against him, her skin brushing along his and making him feel like he's going to burst. William wraps his arms around her backside and drags his tongue along her neck. She lets her head fall back from all of it and her hair tickles his fingers. He holds her tight and flips them over once more, Lizzie letting out a breathy laugh. They quicken the pace and Lizzie wraps her legs around him, digging her heels into his lower back. Every thrust from him and every movement from her brings them that much closer to falling over the edge. Her breath is stilted but she begs for more, whispering it in his ear and making him groan. He pushes as deep and fast as he can and she is nearly tumbling into exquisite bliss. Lizzie squeezes her eyes shut and cries out his name, clenching hard around him as she orgasms. William is only moments behind her and buries his head in the crook of her neck when he comes, her name caught in his throat as ecstasy courses through his veins. She kisses his shoulder and smiles into his skin while they hold onto each other, fighting for breath. William kisses her neck and lifts his head, smiling brightly at her as he pushes away a damp strand of her hair.

"I doubt Tarzan would have the same moves as you," Lizzie quips, taking in a huge breath.

"All those years alone in the jungle alone. He wouldn't have lasted more than thirty seconds," William teases. She snickers and then he slowly moves out of her, lying on his side. She scoots in towards him and he wraps his arms around her, Lizzie hiding her face in his neck. He feels the vibrations of her voice against his skin but doesn't catch what she says.

"Repeat that, love," William whispers. Lizzie moves back slightly to meet his gaze and smiles.

"It's all about the endurance," Lizzie says again.

"Why do you think I continue biking?" William smirks. "Or swimming?"

"To make me drool over you when you're naked?" Lizzie asks mischievously.

"Absolutely the only reason," William deadpans and Lizzie laughs. "Why do you play tennis with Gigi? Or go your walks?"

"To work off my chocolate cake addiction," Lizzie says with her cheesy grin.

"It's all about the endurance," William chuckles. "I'd like to stay in shape as well."

"Sex is good exercise," Lizzie hums. "It's good for the heart, boosts your libido, and it strengthens your immune system."

"Did you do research on this?" William asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"I might have," Lizzie says, biting her bottom lip. "I had no motivation to go meet Gigi for tennis. It was counterproductive really. You were in L.A. that weekend. I just got more frustrated than anything else."

"Was this the time you hit the ball so hard that you broke your racket?" William asks.

"Yea," Lizzie says and he chuckles.

"I'm just saying that I would like to try and stay healthy for as long as I can," William says before quietly adding. "Especially with you in my life…and the possibilities of our future."

"Oh, Will," Lizzie whispers. She cups his face and leans in to kiss him softly on the lips. She rests her forehead against his and they share a sweet smile.

"Maybe we can do some research and see if we can rent bikes on the honeymoon," William says.

"I'm sure there's at least one place," Lizzie says. "I don't know if I can keep up with you though."

"It would be for fun, Lizzie," William chuckles. "I can adjust."

"You've got yourself a date then," Lizzie grins.

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Notes: Some of the costumes will be posted on the dizzieslearningcurve tumblr :) I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I liked writing it. What are you looking forward to now that I've revealed holiday plans? What will I actually be writing about? Who knooooows.