Gentle reader,
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Love,
RobinDesBois
Darcy was beginning to think that the dreams would kill him. In a state of nocturnal bliss, he had taken his wife in every position he could conceive, and even a few he wouldn't have been able to think of consciously. He'd submitted to, dominated, served, and held his wife in every location his mind could create, from the lake in front of their estate where he had played as a boy to a seedier street of Paris, where they had engaged role-acting that had never occurred to him before.
He wouldn't say a word of it to his wife, not until she was ready. He had heard tales, horrifying tales, of men who had returned to their wives too quickly after childbirth. Stories of pain, infections, and blood. No, his beloved Lizzy would have to come to him. And if she took the rest of their lives to do it - well, then, so be it. He would sooner remain celibate the rest of his life than risk danger to her. Nothing would be worth that.
Though the strain of her increased breasts on her formerly somewhat loose gowns were certainly a temptation to him.
The day Gwenevere and Bennet Darcy turned two months old, Mr. Darcy had just resolved to return to the habit of his youth of swimming in lake to burn off his ardor, when his wife walked into his office.
"Mr. Darcy, I have come to remind you of a matter of most urgent business," Lizzy announced, hands firmly on her hips. Darcy chose to ignore how ridiculous it was that he had been reduced to envying the positioning of his wife's small hands.
"And what, my love, is this matter."
"I was promised a walk with my husband, the length of which is to be determined at my pleasure." Lizzy smiled her teasing half-smirk.
"Ah, a matter as urgent as this must take precedence over all others at once, Mrs. Darcy. Mrs. Turner has her charges well in hand, I assume?" Darcy walked around his desk and offered his arm to Lizzy.
"Quite as in hand as I believe twin infants can ever be, Mr. Darcy." Lizzy smiled and walked by his side as they left his office.
"Lizzy dear, you're quite certain you're well enough to travel this far afoot?" Darcy couldn't help inquiring, after they had been walking a complete hour.
"My dear Mr. Darcy, you worry without cause. I assure you, I am able to walk just as far as I ever have."
"I only worry, love, that you will find yourself suddenly unequal to the task of returning home." Lizzy swung herself around the trunk of a young tree to give her husband a teasing look.
"I have enough faith in you, darling, to think you unlikely to leave me out here alone, if I were overcome." Lizzy refused to divulge to her husband that she had no plans for them to return that evening.
Darcy reached out and grabbed his wife's waist, pulling her against the length of his body, and kissing her with as much as abandon as a man violently in love might be expected to do.
"My dearest Elizabeth, my darling Lizzy, my only love. I would carry you to the ends of the earth, if it meant I could bear witness to your lovely smile."