Several months later:
Darcy woke, but didn't open his eyes. He stretched to Lizzy's side of the bed, and found it empty. He didn't get a chance to open his eyes and look for her before he felt the thud of a goose-down pillow on his face.
Startled, Darcy turned toward the source of the disturbance only to find his wife standing in the early morning light, laughing, wearing nothing but his shirt.
Lizzy swung the pillow around again before he could defend himself, then backed away, giggling slightly.
In a moment, Darcy was out of bed, holding the other pillow as a shield, chasing his wife across the room. Finally, he faked a swing with his pillow her head, ducked under her defensive maneuovre and caught her around the waist.
Throwing her over her shoulder, he carried her back to their bed, while she ineffectually whacked her pillow on his back.
Sitting on the bed he pulled her down to his lap and across his knees.
"That was very naughty of you, Elizabeth." He swung his leg over his to keep hers in place, and placed his arm on her back so she was unable to sit up. " You've been a very bad girl."
"Have I, Mr. Darcy?" Lizzy bit her lip.
"Oh, yes. Very bad indeed. So naughty that I'm going to have to spank you. Now, how many times did you hit me with that pillow?" Darcy smiled a little, stroking his fine wife's round behind.
"Including when you carried me back to the bed, Mr. Darcy? Five, I think, sir."
"Five, let's see. I think three for each time you hit me with the pillow, Elizabeth." Darcy tightened his grip on his wife's small waist, ran his hand teasingly between her thighs and pulled it back.
Lizzy squirmed and bit her lip as Darcy started to spank her, she felt herself becoming aroused at his every touch.
"Hmmm... Elizabeth, naughty little Elizabeth. I think you'll learn your lesson better without this." Darcy reached for the edge of his shirt and lifted it up, exposing his wife's lovely and slightly pink ass to himself.
"And if I disagree, Mr. Darcy?"
"Irrelevant."
Darcy kept spanking his wife, occasionally stopping to feel how hot and wet his wife was becoming. When he reached fifteen, he reached down towards her knees and began dragging his nails along her inner thigh, loving the way she squirmed, the way her muscles tensed with need for him, the way he could feel her breath catch.
"Now, dearest Elizabeth, to punish you for waking me up." Darcy grinned as he felt Elizabeth's renewed squirming in his lap. "Five more, I think. Yes." As Darcy renewed his wife's punishment, he was finding himself aroused seeing his Lizzy's skin take on a warm, pink tone, feeling the heat from his hand, watching her flesh quiver at his touch. When his hand made its final contact with her soft skin, he kept her over his knee for a moment.
"Now, are you going to dare wake your husband up in so violent a manner again, Elizabeth?"
"No, Sir," Lizzy gasped into their mattress.
"Good girl," Darcy released her legs from his and removed his forearm from her back so she would be free to rise. He reached for her, expecting her to come into his arms, to allow him to hold her, to allow him to kiss her as softly as she deserved.
Instead she slipped from his lap onto her knees in front of him, biting her lip once more.
"Elizabeth…" he moaned.
"Please," she whispered.
Darcy was releasing himself from the restraint of his trousers, so eager was he for his wife's ministrations that he had already begun leaking. Lizzy leaned forward…
"Will! William! Fitzwilliam Darcy, you wake up this instant!" Darcy was pulled out of his dream most unwillingly, only to find its subject leaning over him, shaking him by the dying light of the fire. As was his habit, he reached up, grabbed her, and pulled her mouth to his.
For the first time in their lives together, she pulled away from him. Darcy knew it wasn't possible for his wife to miss the remaining arousal from his dream, and he couldn't help feeling insulted.
He then noticed that the bed was wet beneath him.
"Will. Will, you need to get the doctor. And my sister. The baby's coming. The baby's coming now."