Disclosure: The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Warning, scenes of Lizzie and Charles' love life.

A/N. Sadly Meredith is not going away soon. Now you know, Wickham is a bad apple. Mr. Bennet wants to kill him. I cannot blame him; let's hope he doesn't get hurt. Hmm, we have three baddies here. Some worse than the others, but they have different purposes. Wickham is by far the worse, I think. I wouldn't say I like making Darcy so sad, but he would be the idiot he was in Kent otherwise.

THE ENEMY WITHIN AND ASSORTED VILLAINS

Love and the Bingley

Lizzie knew what to do. She wished their clothes half gone; the next moment she wore chemise and nothing else, all he had was his long shirt.

"How?" Charles asked.

"I am not sure." Lizzie answered lifting her hands, " No idea."

He picked her up and sat her on top of him, "My love, we don't have much time. Here," he pulled her chemise up and opened his shirt, "Please, take the rest of our clothes off; it will be faster."

When she did as asked, his hand went to her breast. He bent and caught a nipple with his lips. She moved her body trembled with need, "Don't stop," she asked.

"Love sit on it, I will help. I want to look at your cunny; at me going inside it." Charles coaxed her.

"My cunny?" Her forehead wrinkled.

"Uhu, this," He touched her nether lips, "it not a nice word, but I like the other, less." He licked his lips pulling her over his standing cock, he couldn't wait, "Sit darling slowly."

"Hmm," she moved, "Too big."

He grinned, "Not yesterday."

"I will help, " they moved together. He moved back, so he could see their joined sexes joined. He observed she hardly had hair. He could see her glistening; and his cock covered with her release. He wanted to please her, remembered to touch her nub as William taught him. She cried softly and moved with him; he moved faster, wanting to finish, worried someone would come to see them.

"Touch me, my love, I love you my fairy; I love you." Charles kissed her.

The one listening growled, Bingley knew she wasn't human; damn, he must Have just learned. The door was locked, so he couldn't see but could hear them. He was going to kill Charles and take her. Charles didn't deserve her. Nobody did, she was his; their children would rule this world. Children? He needed to stop Charles, maybe there was time. Luckily a light filled the room, the figured scurried into the shadows, once again he escaped; her father was told.

In the room Charles held her breasts when he felt her channel pressing on him; he half sat and bit her shoulder to drown a scream. He groaned as his seed flooded her.

Lizzie's still half out, told him the words he wanted to hear, "I love you, love you." Lizzie told Charles.

"I love you too my princess, my love."' Charles answered.

Their love formed a cage around them, a layer of protection. They could hear voices.

"Others will think we are taking a nap, but we need to get up." He caressed her while still moving inside. "I love you, but I wanted you to love me as well." Charles grinned caressing her face, tenderly.

"I do love you," Lizzie said.

He moved her aside with regret, "Don't move, wait. He left to the dressing room and brought a wet cloth. Lizzie wished it warm and with chamomile; the scent filled the room.

Charles grinned, "My love, you have so many talents."

Once they were clean, he said, "You might want to use this," he passed her a clean cloth. She blushed, securing it on her stay.

Darcy's Request and Charles's Suspicion

Then she wished them dressed and the windows opened. A gentle breeze perfumed with fragrant blossoms freshened the room. They went to sit in their receiving room, on time, when Darcy came in.

"Sorry to intrude," Darcy could sense their closeness, Charles couldn't take his eyes away from her. The air carried a light trace of Charles' seed mixed with the floral scent. His sense of smell was extraordinary, like most of his senses. Glancing at her rosy cheeks and her lips looking kissed, jealousy and envy tore his insides. Thinking about how Meredith had seduced him made him sick; he could have been in Charles's place.

Charles saw him looking, no, William wasn't going to drive him apart from his wife. "You were saying," Charles narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry, again, I can come back," Darcy looked upset; Charles could see it.

William seemed embarrassed; maybe, he figured out what just happened, Charles thought. When he came, Darcy was leaving but established a great friendship. They had shared their mistress, two of them. It had been Darcy's idea; that was when both found out they liked watching. Though Charles knew it could not happen now; it wasn't like before, because that was just pleasure. Though he wouldn't mind it; in all honesty the idea was enticing.

Her father came to look at his daughter as he often did, nearly daily. He was unseen as usual wished he could say something. He could see Charles's thoughts; what he wanted was common amongst his people. But William Darcy needed to prove he was worthy. The knowledge was in Elizabeth if she was ever inclined. Besides, Darcy's wife wanted to hurt everyone. That woman was damaged, twisted, and dangerous. He wished his daughter would leave this place; he fear for her safety. She could bring whoever she wished, but they would need to stay.

"No go ahead, we were just talking." Charles invited Darcy to sit.

"Thanks, sorry for the mess Meredith made. She stepped over too many boundaries. So I am somewhat reluctant to ask. Georgiana is withering away in Pemberley, so I was hoping she could join me. I owe to her." Darcy told them.

Lizzie jumped at the chance to help a girl just a little younger than Lydia.

"Please let me explain; I am worried, George Wickham has come around twice. Something happened before, so I fear him; he is after Georgiana." William Darcy explained, looking concerned.

He couldn't finish, "Say no more, send for her right away. Make sure she is watched." Lizzie interjected.

"Thank you my lady, how is your friend, married to the Vicar." William asked; Charles could see something on the way Darcy looked at her.

"She is fine, I didn't know you were aware of our friendship. He is no longer a Vicar. He is in London, in the export-import business. My uncle is helping him." Elizabeth explained.

Darcy blushed bright red, Charles was suspicious, "I saw you there, last year when you visited. I was helping my aunt."

"Ah, I remember seeing you and the Colonel, no wonder you looked familiar." Lizzie tapped her lips. Darcy's eyes fixed, for a second, on her luscious lips.

Charles was curious, "You never mentioned it."

"Well, I only realized at the wedding that I had seen Mrs. Bingley, after seeing Mrs. Collins' sister was at the wedding. She is lovely. She reminded me that I had seen her last year, and you were there." Darcy tried to explain.

Darcy felt caught, darn, What to do? Pretend? Now, I am turning into a liar. He thought.

Lizzie grinned, making his heart ache, "Mariah is that, lovely; my friend is increasing and couldn't come."

Charles made her laugh. "Your friend lets that oily man touch her and them some. I am sure since she is increasing; my stomach feels sick, oh no." He pretended to shudder, gagging, he closed his eyes tightly.

"You are naughty, tsk, tsk." She said between laughs.

Darcy chuckled as well, "Always so observant. I am sending an express."

As soon as he left Lizzie closed her eyes to wish Georgia safe passage and not fall in Wickham's clutches.

Charles was thoughtful, "I think William lied, about remembering you. Darling excuse me, why don't you rest a little, I want to see William."

He stood kissed her and left; he told the footmen not to let anyone in.

A picture was forming, William wanted to keep him away because he had wanted Lizzie to make her his mistress. He would ask him to leave.

The enemy within.

As soon as Charles left the room, Lord B. was alerted. He opened a wall panel and went in. His family had owned Netherfield, so he knew the location of priest holes and secret passages. He was in Elizabeth's room, but she couldn't see him. He just stood looking at her appraising her. She was perfect, what he sought for so long. He wished he could get closer to breathe her scent. Maybe he could, but he heard someone coming; Mary knocked. Lizzie asked, "Enter."

Damn, always an interruption.

"Dad wants to move to Cambridge. He always wanted to be there. He doesn't care our Mom is gone. He seems relieved. He says the house reminds him of Lydia; he told Kitty that we should be ready before a fortnight. Mary was crying, "He wants either you or Jane to take Lydia. It is wrong, Kitty and I wish to raise. If I had a husband I would take her with me; I don't want to go. He said the house is not entailed, if we wish we can stay. In that case he will hire someone to keeps us company; but Mr. and Mrs. Hill go with him. It is not what they want, ask him not to take them."

Elizabeth was upset, "You and Kitty come with us. Non-sense. I will ask him, I'll tell him I want the Hills. Besides they might stay on their own. In confidence, they have a small fortune. Have them come to see me. As for the baby," she told her about the Hurst. "Let's think, she would have a mother and a father, but I want her too."

No, bad news were not over, Mary pulled letter out her reticule. "Read,"

It was from Wickham, he wanted more money, or he would come for Lydia.

Mary added, "Father wants him dead. He said if Wickham comes, he will shoot him for what he did. He says he knows where to find him. Maybe is best if she is adopted while father is still the guardian. Besides, I don't want Father to go to Newgate. I think he means it; he was oiling his pistols and hunting rifle when I left." Mary couldn't stop crying.

Elizabeth wanted Wickham dead; she did but didn't wish it. She knew her father knew how to use his weapons; she believed Mary, "Let's talk to Jane." Her father wanted to kill Wickham, she knew it.

They decided to consult a solicitor; Jane said Peter's cousin was one. Peter was reluctant to adopt Lydia, because he didn't want Wickham in his life. Jane was angry and crying, but Lizzie understood him. Maybe it was best to let the Hurst take her. She had the feeling Lydia would be safe with them. She would ask her father. She wished she could see more; she meant what people hid.

Darcy's confession

Charles found Darcy at the Library, he looked desolate; his eyes were red, like he had been crying.

"I will ask you directly, I saw you blush, and that is not you. I think you have been crying, and I never saw you crying once. I don't remember you mentioning knowing my wife. Something Meredith said, she said you had pined for the country mouse since last year. It makes sense, did you want to keep me away because you wished her for your mistress?" Charles gritted his teeth; he wasn't the pleasant and smiling Charles, he was angry. He looked like a warrior; he was changing, no longer looking like a gentleman. He ran the hands thru his hair.

Darcy looked upset, "No, how can you say that?" He looked straight on at Charles.

"You knew her, that much I am certain." Charles insisted, closing and opening his hands. His cravat felt too tight. He walked to the table with the liquor and poured himself a brandy. It was one of the new gifts, he was battle ready. The gentleman's look was but a veneer.

William combed his hair with his hands, funny both had similar mannerisms. "Yes, I wasn't honest. Not for my mistress since I am not free; truth be told, I didn't want you to have her. I wanted her for myself since the moment I saw her; I wished her for my wife, like we had planned. My life is a mess, but that is no excuse, forgive my selfishness."

Charles' big heart triumphed, "I understand, but you made your choice. Right before you married Meredith, we had made plans. We would both try for her, we would be open, and you would marry the chosen ones. You said it had happened in your family. I asked you not to marry her, I heard rumors about her that you dismissed; now, your chances are gone. Remember she is my wife, and you are married. I cannot ask her, even if I wanted to do so." Perhaps he wanted the same, but he couldn't ask her since William was married.

"You are married so that chance passed, it is impossible because Meredith will never let you go. Besides, I know you, you would think of her as inferior, and I love her. I couldn't do that to her. She is precious, loving and warm; she is a princess, not a country mouse, but you won't be able to see it." Charles wanted to close that door.

Darcy was ashamed, "I believe you are wrong; laugh if you wish, she reminded me of a wood fairy. The ones in the old books in Pemberley's library. Lord B. was right, she is a gem; I knew that when I first saw her. That day I cried tears of bitter regret. I, who never cared much, have cried more than once over her. I have cried over losing the chance of the three of us being together. No, I am not the same. Maybe the best way is to show you."

Charles shrugged his shoulders, "Do as you wish. I'll believe it when I see it."

An offer easy to refuse

He left leaving Darcy distraught. He went to look for Lizzie, wishing the guests would leave.

Lord B approached Charles, "Please call me Ernest. I wanted to apologize for my earlier rude comments. I do wish I had seen your wife first; you are extremely lucky. I am envious and jealous. I do wonder if your tastes runs into the more adventurous."

"I am not sure what you mean. But call me Charles, you are friends with Peter married to Lizzie's sister. He says you known him since childhood." Charles didn't like this man. There was something unsettling about him. Tobias Hurst had said something. Maybe Albert or Reggie knew.

"Ah, I mean, she is your wife, but how do you feel about others in your relationship. I find myself fascinated with her. If she cannot be mine, I would like to be in her life. I know for a fact that you and Darcy shared a mistress, she told me." Lord B. was warning Charles that he knew.

Charles felt like he was boiling. "We shared a mistress not a wife. I don't wish to have anyone else on our bed. Please don't ask again."

Lord B. smiled nastily, "I offered, remember that I was willing. I must say that I cannot accept your refusal because I know she is for me. Your lady wife is at freedom to choose her way, and I don't think I can so easily give her up. Darcy is moping, I saw him leaving your room last night, he looked distraught. I don't mope, and I don't give up. Don't take offense, people are free to choose; please excuse me."

Charles stood feeling angry. He could ask him to leave, but he had done nothing but ask. And it was true, he shared mistresses with William. Damn, he hoped the man wouldn't talk to Lizzie. He better tell her, today.

Lizzie's People

A footman came, "Sir, a gentleman is asking for you. He says that your Lady wife's relative you recently met, sent him. He is waiting in your office."

Charles hurried up. The man stood up, he wasn't very tall, but was broad and looked strong; he was probably Slavic. When Charles closed the door, the man moved his hand over his face. He had Lizzie's true coloring, but the hair was in shades of green and orange, and the eyes a greenish yellow. The lips were also green; he looked like one of her people, he had the coloring of a fall day.

'I see." Charles said, feeling like he was living a fairy tale. He was probably grinning from ear to ear.

"My Lord, Your wife's father sent me." The visitor explained.

"Yes, I figured that, welcome." Charles waited to hear why he had come.