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That night, after the rest of the party had retired for the evening, Lizzy was standing in their bedchamber wearing nothing but a shirt she had filched from her husband. She had decided to get him back for the previous evening, and was feeling both excited and nervous about her plan.

When William walked in the room and saw her wearing his shirt, hair falling loose about her shoulders, and biting her lip, his gaze darkened and he locked the door behind him. He pulled her into his arms and bent his head to kiss her, but she reached up and placed a finger on his lips. Smiling, she gently pushed him down into the armed chair she'd pulled towards the middle of this room for this exact purpose. She pulled off his clothes one at a time—pausing for a moment when his arousal made his pants harder to remove than she had anticipated—and threw them in a pile on the floor, all except the cravat, which she set to one side.

Once he was divested to her satisfaction, she picked his cravat back up off the floor, then reached between her breasts and removed another. One at a time, she bound his wrists to the arms of the chair. Sitting in his lap with her thighs on either side of his hips, she trailed her hand gently over the side of his face. He turned his head to kiss her palm, but she pulled back too quickly for him and slid her fingers into his hair. She pulled his hair back, quickly, causing him to moan with pleasure.

"Kiss me, Lizzy," he whispered.

She brushed her lips lightly over his and replied, "I'll be the one giving orders tonight, William."

She began grinding her hips against him, running her hands across his shoulders, chest, and stomach and her teeth, tongue, and lips across his neck and shoulders. It was only moments before she had him begging under her, moving his hips in sync with hers and straining at his bonds.

"Lizzy, please, I need release."

"You'll have yours after I have mine."

She raised her hips just enough to take him inside her, then whispered, "Don't you dare finish without permission." They both kept moving, deeper and deeper inside her, and for the first time, Darcy was able to watch his wife finish without the haze of his own pleasure fogging his vision—but only just barely.

When she finished, she collapsed against his shoulder to catch her breath. A few moments later, she heard his still strained whisper.

"Lizzy, Lizzy, please let me finish. Please Lizzy, whatever you want, just let me finish."

"Whatever I want?" she responded, remembering as she recovered from her pleasure that he was still hard underneath her.

"Anything, for the love of God, anything."

"I'll be sure to hold you to that. Finish whenever you like, my love." With that, she raised herself from his lap and sank to her knees at his feet.

"What're you…oh, God," he moaned as she slid her tongue from his base to his tip. She twirled her tongue around him once, then took him entirely into her mouth. When she began sucking gently, she felt his hips buck even harder than they had before. He called "Elizabeth!" as he finished in her mouth, and she prayed the walls were thick enough that their guests would not suspect anything was amiss.

When she spat into the chamber pot and untied him, he pulled her back into his lap and kissed her as hard and long as he could. Then he carried her to the bed, insisting that she was with child and shouldn't have to do anything.

Lizzy spent the next few days attempting to go about her normal life, hosting her guests and managing her responsibilities at Pemberley. Darcy, on the other hand, spent the next few days trailing after his wife, refusing to let her lift anything heavier than a teacup and insisting she rest one arm on him when she went down the stairs. He even tried to sleep in another room, worried that two people in the bed might not be good for the baby. When he told Lizzy this, she informed him that it would be worse for the baby if she couldn't sleep, and she always slept best using him as a pillow.

Darcy surrendered willingly and readily.

Meanwhile, Jane and Bingley went back to their home, now that everyone knew Lizzy's secret. Mr. and Mrs. Collins, however, had come for a somewhat longer visit.

By the third night in a row that the parson had insisted that their evening's entertainment should consist of such pursuits as the reading and discussing of sermons (which might have originally been very good, but had been thoroughly disappointing in Mr. Collins's monotonous drone), Darcy was quite done with the man, and decided he would be better served searching the woods for the livestock thieves. Lizzy of course, attempted to go, but he forbade it. Under normal circumstances, Darcy's forbiddance would have all the same power over Lizzy as her cousin's oratory skills, but she was reminded of the doctor's orders, and had to agree to remain and entertain her guests.