Hi readers! So, here we are again! Today, we'll be exploring one of Elizabeth's fantasies of Mr. Darcy through her point of view. I know I don't always post very regularly. That is because I only write when I get inspired to write and also because I write and edit everything on my own. I don't have a beta (which I believe is an editor, is this correct?) or anyone else helping me. So, though you may not get updates very regularly, when I do post a new chapter, it is one that has had much thought and effort put into it from me. I'm still having a blast writing these and I hope you are enjoying reading them! I believe you all are, since in this past week alone since I posted this story, the first chapter on its own already has had close to 1,500 views. Again, P&P readers are amazing! Thanks for all the support and I love receiving your comments…They always inspire me to write more!

Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry

Elizabeth's POV:

I have a slight problem. Actually, it isn't so much a problem as it is a slight obsession (or a big one, if one considers it comes in the form of my formidable husband). Every time I see my husband interact with someone in the household or anyone outside the household, for that matter, who comes to him to help them deal with their problems, I watch, as unobtrusively as I can, as my husband takes command of every situation thrown his way with the sense, fairness, authority, and control that is afforded to him as the Master of Pemberley.

I watch him in fascination. Of course, I now know William on a softer, more intimate level, as well. But, my fascination comes in seeing the change in his persona, as he becomes 'Mr. Darcy' - the sensible, no-nonsense, master who has everything and everyone under his competent control. This was the Mr. Darcy I got to know when I first met him in Hertfordshire. And, this is the Mr. Darcy that had piqued my ire so easily back then and had kept me from seeing the William I now know and love so dearly.

Don't misunderstand me. I love William in all facets of his personality, but whenever the no-nonsense 'Mr. Darcy' is present due to people approaching him in his capacity as the Master of Pemberley, I feel the irrational yet insatiable need knock him off balance… just a little.

Why I feel compelled to unsettle him and make him lose his control, I am not quite certain. Perhaps it is because we come from different worlds, and even though I know he is a gentleman and I am a gentleman's daughter, perhaps I want to even the field a touch. Or maybe it is because I still remember his rash words to Mr. Bingly about me not being tempting enough. Yes, I know William gave a perfect explanation for his rash words on the day he proposed and I have fully forgiven him, but the idea of me at one time even possibly not being tempting enough to the man who is now my husband and whom I love so very much, makes me want to prove him wrong. I suppose I am stubborn in this way.

I shake my head, trying to clear my convoluted thoughts. I know that my husband finds me quite tempting, especially after our spectacular wedding night and his ardent re-enactment of his library fantasy. Despite all this, I just can't shake this need to make him slip from his reserved Mr. Darcy persona to the William only I know; the passionate William who needs me badly, because if I am being honest with myself, I need him badly too.

At the moment, I am enjoying a beautiful, sunny morning. Sitting under a willow tree beside the pond, the abundant leaves cascading down the tree create quite a bit of privacy and shade. There are only a couple of little gaps in the leaves, however. From the greater gap, I get a lovely view of the pond in front of me and from the smaller gap, I can barely see a corner of the stables. No one by the house can see me, though, and I take much pleasure from my newly discovered reading nook as I relax against the truck of the tree. I selected something to read this morning from the library and have been enjoying the pleasure that comes from reading a good book. I look up to see ducks swim by in the pond for a moment and then I hear a voice I know quite intimately coming from the direction of the stables.

I lean over and turn to look from the small gap in the leaves and I can see that my 'Mr. Darcy' is currently at work in his domain. I believe that if he looked in the direction of the tree, he would be able to see me too, though whoever he is speaking to would not. He seems to be instructing someone regarding the condition of the horses in general, before going into detail regarding the care of one specific horse that might be ill. He must be speaking to the groom, I surmise.

I can hear Mr. Darcy clearly from my hiding place and as he gives every instruction with a firm, self-assured commanding voice, and for some reason I am getting warmer by the minute by his precise demeanor. This is the Mr. Darcy I knew from Hertfordshire: intelligent, intimidating, reserved, controlled, self-assured and unflappable.

On the spur of the moment, I decide to give into my fantasy of doing my best to dissolve 'Mr. Darcy's' composure while luring my William to me.

So, I move and turn my body so that I am fully visible to Mr. Darcy, facing him from the small gap in the tree's leafy canopy. I am not entirely sure if he'll even see me from this distance or what might actually make the very composed 'Mr. Darcy' lose his levelheadedness, but remembering how William asked me during his real life fantasy if I enjoyed being on display for his pleasure, I recall just how much I actually did like that and I decide then and there to do just that. I am getting excited at the prospect of exposing myself to Mr. Darcy from my little hiding place, where only he might be able to see me. What a wanton woman I am turning out to be now that I am Mrs. Darcy, I think to myself in wonder at my daring.

So, I begin by sitting with my bottom and feet flat on the ground with my knees bent. My legs are fully covered by my dress. I stare at Mr. Darcy, willing him to look my way. He has not yet looked in my direction. But, then, I move my right hand that was behind me and bring it forward to the ground beside my right foot and the hem of my dress.

'Mr. Darcy' must have noticed the movement of my uncovered arm and hand as I moved it in front of me, because I saw his gaze shift in my direction for a split second in recognition, though he directed his gaze quickly back onto the groom with whom he was still speaking and who was thankfully out of view. I became a little nervous, hoping no one but William would see me, but I truly did want to see the ever formal Mr. Darcy lose his composure. And, I remind myself, I did warn him that I might have to play out one of my fantasies too.

So, taking a calming breath, I slowly start to slide the hem of my dress up, as my feet are first bared and then my ankles are uncovered to his view.

Mr. Darcy must have noticed even though I did not see him turn his head because I heard him stutter a moment in whatever he was telling his groom, though he then continued instructing him on his duties.

Therefore, I knew I had to continue as well, because Mr. Darcy was still as calm and collected as ever.

I gently pulled my hem further up until it reached the top of my knees, at which point I gathered my courage again and slowly started to open my legs.

As I was still looking directly at 'Mr. Darcy', I noticed his glance in my direction before he turned as quickly as possible back to whom he was speaking. I heard him stutter once again and cough a few times.

I was thrilled at his reaction and I was getting physically quite excited! My little show was getting to him and to me as well. I could not stop myself as I tugged my hem further, causing it to fall towards my stomach, leaving me fully exposed to the elements. I felt wicked and absolutely decadent. I was facing my husband, with my knees apart and my wet core fully exposed to him while he was doing his best to keep conversing about the horses.

I could hear him struggling too. Every once in a while, I'd hear him stutter over a word or two. He also seemed to be hurrying the conversation now.

'Well, Mr. Darcy,' I thought, 'Let's see how you'll react to this!"

I took the same hand that had pulled my hem and slowly slid it from my ankle, up my smooth legs and thighs towards my core, leaving a small trail of goosebumps on my skin as if it was my husband's hand that had touched me.

After he discretely took another quick look in my direction, my Mr. Darcy was now pulling on his cravat at his throat as if he was much too warm, even though the day was quite pleasant and there was a soft, cool breeze in the air.

The groom must have asked Mr. Darcy something a couple of times, because I could hear his distracted responses. More than once he even had to ask the groom to repeat what he had just said.

Then, my fingers reached the most intimate part of me. And, while I was still staring at my husband, I softly whispered "William" as I touched myself just as had touched me in the library. I was lost in the memory of his fantasy come true while I stared at him. I was fully visible in my wantonness as I witnessed my normally composed Mr. Darcy become uncharacteristically flustered and quite distracted until he had finally had enough.

He dismissed the groom in a polite, though distracted and hurried manner. And, he waited, I assume, until the man had left the area to do his bidding. Then, he turned his body in my direction and simply stared heatedly at me from a distance as I continued to pleasure myself, even as I stared right back at him.

Slowly, menacingly even, my high and mighty Mr. Darcy was approaching me. Not once did he take his eyes off me. The closer he got, the clearer I could see that my Mr. Darcy was indeed quite affected by my little show. Not only had his face taken on quite a lustful look, but I could also clearly see his body quite matched his looks. Mr. Darcy's breeches had become quite tight in his excited state and I did not need my imagination to see how I had clearly affected him.

The moment he entered my little hideout, as the willow leaves fell closed behind him, we were in a little intimate bubble, created by mother-nature herself.

I'm not sure where I got the confidence to do any of this, nor how I was managing to continue while Mr. Darcy continued to stare with a scorching look that should have melted me.

He said nothing, but he sank to his knees before me and his hands followed the same path mine had taken earlier. Wrapping his big, strong hands around my ankles, he gently pulled my legs even further apart before he then opened his hands and slid his palms up my legs and over my sensitive thighs. I couldn't help the sighs that escaped my mouth while he touched me and when he touched my core, I gasped.

This caused Mr. Darcy to suddenly lunge and capture my open mouth with his and kiss me relentlessly. He was kissing me so passionately, that I was having difficulty breathing. He broke the kiss roughly, and rasped "You are a very dangerous woman, Elizabeth. Are you trying to kill me"?

I calmed my breathing enough to reply, "Not at all, Mr. Darcy. I was simply doing what seemed to please you so much last time," I answered cryptically.

"And, what, pray-tell is that?" he asked huskily.

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "to expose myself to my husband's gaze, of course."

Mr. Darcy made a very ungentlemanly sound at my admission that made my stomach clench internally in desire. Actually, his growling groan sounded exactly what I imagined a rake might sound like in the midst of a conquest. Mr. Darcy certainly didn't sound very calm and collected anymore!

In a rough, whispered tone, he said, "I think you are mistaken, my dear Mrs. Darcy. I seem to recall I asked you if doing so gave you pleasure to which you answered yes. And while I do take absolute delight in seeing you this way, I am gratified even more knowing that it gives you pleasure to please me in this way."

My breath caught in my throat at the sensuality of our conversation. I could do nothing else but be honest as I looked into his eyes and confessed in a breathy tone I did not recognize, "I would do anything to please you, Will."

I saw the lust in his eyes shine even brighter with love at my admission and it seemed he could no longer restrain himself. He quickly unbuttoned his breeches and took himself in hand while aligning himself at my apex. Then, he stared at me with a look of reverence, saying almost in desperation, "God, I love you, Elizabeth," before entering me as far as he could go.

I am in heaven again! I am in his arms and he is in mine. Will is back home, where he belongs, with me…in me. Good Lord, he is so well-built! He always manages to make me feel so complete when he is fully seated inside me. I am already mindless in my pleasure! I had been leading myself to the brink from the moment I decided to give in to my little fantasy of making Mr. Darcy's controlled demeanor crack a little and of luring my Will to me.

And, Will is being very vigorous in showing just how happy he is to be back with me…in me. He has no qualms in voicing his pleasure either, which only makes me voice mine as well.

I cannot help but match Will in every movement. We are bringing each other closer to the sun, which is sure to scorch us both, but we both welcome its heat.

In the next moment, I suddenly burn deliciously in the arms of my husband and I convulse heavily, crying loudly in my completion, squeezing him even closer to my body. He can feel my absolute pleasure and groans his loudly as well as he grinds heavily into me, almost impaling me into the grassy ground beneath me before he explodes in his passion as well.

Will collapses on top of me and I am so overwhelmed by what has just transpired, that I simply concentrate on the leaves of the tree above me as the soft wind rustles through them and makes them slowly dance on their branches.

Could you die of happiness? I have to wonder, because I am so full of happiness right now that my heart might burst.

Somehow, my hand has found its way into my husband's thick hair and I love threading my fingers through it. He seems to love it too, as he sighs in pleasure.

"Thank you husband," I say.

"For what, my dear wife?" he lifts his head to ask.

"For making my fantasy a reality," I reply.

"And, what exactly was your fantasy my dear, because it seemed much more a fantasy of mine," he said with a smile.

I smiled wickedly for a moment as my eyes lit up at his words.

"It was to see my ever so calm and collected Mr. Darcy lose his control, of course."

Will's eyes opened in surprise.

"Well, Mrs. Darcy, your goal was most certainly accomplished! Did you know that when I first glimpsed you in here, I was happy as I figured I would join you once I finished conducting my business with the groom? But, when I caught further glimpses of what you were doing in here, I thought at first it was only my imagination, until I realized it was not. I could not finish my conversation fast enough to send the groom on his way, especially before my newly arisen physical condition could be detected," he growled playfully.

My eyes rose with a look of surprise, but then I couldn't stop myself from giggling like I used to as a child.

"As I said, madam, you are a very dangerous woman," he said affectionately. This only made me giggle even more.

"But, you are so much more than I ever thought I would be blessed to have. Thank you, my love," he said sweetly.

I think I have melted into the ground now and words have deserted me. So, instead I answer him with many, many kisses. Besides, it is still quite early and we have an entire day ahead of us to look forward to, and perhaps more fantasies to explore.