Author's note,
By popular request, the story shall continue. This chapter is short, but there's more to come. If Jane Austen sees this, I humbly request she doesn't sue me.
Love,
LaBelleABoisDormant
Lizzy and Darcy slept most of the rest of the day away.
They finished just before dinner, and it took quite a bit of tenacity from Lizzy to convince Darcy it was worth it to even get up for the evening meal, rather than laying naked in each others' arms.
Eventually, though, Lizzy and Darcy found themselves enjoying the evening meal, making pleasant conversation, and occasionally just smiling at one another.
Neither of them brought up the subject of Mr. Creedance.
The next morning, Mr. Darcy dispatched letters to his London business acquaintances, knowing his name would carry enough authority for his decision to go unquestioned. He was, after all, the one who had remedied the debts of Mr. Wickham. What Darcy hadn't accounted for was Mr. Creedance's obstinate tendencies. An acquaintance of his, Mr. Wickham, had once mentioned that there was a fine cottage on the property that was generally unoccupied. Mr. Wickham had never offered how he came to possess such information, and Mr. Creedance had known the man's reputation well enough not to ask.
As soon as the Pemberley staff left his line of site, Mr. Creedance performed an about face and began exploring the woods.