Chapter Thirteen; Take Me to the Other Side

Days passed and much too both parties dismay they didn't get to see each other for more than a few minutes here and there. Elizabeth sequestered herself in a studio working on nutcracker stuff. Darcy was equally alone, but had nothing to do. He spent a lot of his time expressing himself in his PDA.

From the PDA of F. Darcy

Didn't get more than a glimpse of Elizabeth today. Same as every other day, but each time I see here I fall in love. What a fool I am – I can do nothing. I burn to be with her, but do nothing to balm. I am a fool. What I'd give for another evening with her.

From: GeorgieDmusicgoddess.

To: fitzwilldarcy.

Subject: Tickets

Hey big brother! I'm good, hope you are the same. Everyone here say's hello to everyone there, (i.e. you and Luciana). The Julliard music department is having a performance in two weeks. I am playing some pieces and so are my friends (you should hear Erik and Christine! Ohmigod they are amazing!) Tickets are already sold out, but I got you box five – for you and a guest. Thought you should know. Talk to you more at lunch.

LOVE!

G

Darcy couldn't have planned it better. He could invite Lizzie to go with him and take her to dinner and then to box five. It would be great. Oh he could almost see her in formal wear, and the mere thought made him drool. He did a little happy dance and checked the time. 5:30, they got off at six, he could meet her then.

And he did. Darcy 'accidentally' bumped into her on her way out and offered her a ride, she accepted.

"Ohmigod! You've got a Ferrari Spider!" she almost screamed upon seeing his car. "Sorry." He smiled and said nothing as he opened her door and handed her in. As he entered from his side he suppressed a chuckle as she gawked at his Spider openly. He was used to money and expensive things, it never fazed him before. There was a moment of silence in which he noticed her stroking her seat and not closing her slack jaw.

"Everything you dreamed up?" he asked.

"And more, I'm sorry it's just I'm used to…"

"La vie Boheme." He finished for her, reaching to his radio and turned on his CD player, Puccini's La Boheme filled the car. Elizabeth's face brightened as she smiled and leaned back. Her eyes closed a tranquil expression covered her face. Now was the time.

"Julliard's music department is performing in two weeks or so…" he began.

"I know! I couldn't get tickets, now that I know people I'd bleed to go!" She cried this was getting better and better.

"My sister managed to get box 5 for me – two tickets. Do you want to fill my extra seat?" he asked, smooth as anything.

"I would love to go Fitzwilliam." Elizabeth said looking at him with a smile that melted his heart. He loved her even more than ever, yes it was possible. Elizabeth was ecstatic; one, she was getting to see a Julliard recital, two, she was going to the show with Darcy.

"Well, I'll get you more details; Georgiana didn't give me a lot." Will said, Elizabeth nodded and returned to her resting position. The rest of the drive was spent listing to Puccini. Eventually Darcy stopped the car in front of her building.

"Well, this is me. Thank you for the ride and thank you for the invitation." She said gathering her things.

"It was my pleasure." Darcy informed her as she left with a 'see you tomorrow.' He watched her enter her building with a wave.

From: fitzwilldarcy

To: GeorgieDmusicgoddess.

Subject: Matchmaker, Matchmaker, playing with matches a girl can get burned

Thanks again for your two tickets. You were quiet sly, weren't you? Luciana and I will be there with bells on. But we need some details.

Love you,

Fitz

From: GeorgieDmusicgoddess

To: Fitzwilldarcy

Subject: Re: Matchmaker, matchmaker, playing with matches a girl can get burned

You make it sound like I had an evil plan, and it's a bad thing. Glad to see your fell into my trap. LOL. Um, November 19th at eight. Formal. Its some anniversary so other famous people and photographers will be there, you've been warned. It's about two hours long. I think. Can't wait to see you.

LOVE!

G

Again for the next few days Darcy didn't see Elizabeth to speak. It took him till day four to remedy this. He did so over a ride, like last time. Unlike last time, however, she didn't scream at the sight of his transportation. She just allowed herself to be handed in and settled like she was used to the bourgeois life style and not the bohemia. He got in and started the car before speaking.

"Talked to my sister the other day, got some more information." He said, she sat up and dug through her purse, eventually she resurfaced with a pen.

"Shoot." She said poising the tip to write on her right hand. He did a double take at her form of stationary but began to speak only vaguely registering what she was doing aside from something eleventh grade.

"The nineteenth at eight, formal. I was thinking of perhaps going to eat something before we go – I mean if that's okay with you. We don't have to if you'd rather not…" Smooth Darcy, real smooth. Just kill the mood, the buzz, the joy! His thoughts were stopped by Elizabeth's laughter, she could read his mind.

"Dinner sounds very nice, thank you, when should I be ready on the nineteenth?" She asked changing the subject.

"Um, how does six sound?" he asked, she said that it was fine and they slipped into silence until Darcy turned on the radio, this time Puccini did not fill the car but Aerosmith. "Loving you has got to be, like the devil and the deep blue sea. My conscience got to be my guide. Ah, honey, take me to the other side." Elizabeth laughed slightly to herself and began to dance; he gave her a look via the mirror.

"I love Aerosmith!" she exclaimed as she danced in her seat and sang along. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. It was possible, he could love her more than, before was nothing compared to this.

"What?" she asked looking at him.

"Nothing." He replied laughing at her Steven Tyler scream.

"Oh come on! Pull the cob outta your ass and rock. Steven would want you to." Elizabeth said jokingly.

"I resemble that remark." Darcy said they both laughed.

"Oh come on, let's hear your scream." She said.

"No."

"Yes."

No." This went on until he stopped in front of her building.

"Well, good – bye jerk face." Elizabeth said starting to leave.

"Lizzie." He said stopping her.

"Yes?" she questioned.

"YYYHHHAAA! He screamed Elizabeth howled with hysteric laughter as she headed home.

Performances ended and the company began rehearsals for its next project, the Nutcracker. That didn't mean that Darcy and Elizabeth saw more of each other. In fact it wasn't till the nineteenth its self did they speak.

"We're still on for tonight, right?" Darcy asked.

"If you are, I am." Elizabeth replied.

"See you at six then." Darcy said thrilled yet again at the opportunity to be with her.

Elizabeth and the rest of the dancers got off at three that day because of set work and light changes needed in the auditorium. And Elizabeth almost ran home. After quick clean of her house she showered and began to get ready.

At exactly six he came, she wasn't quite ready. But she let him in. God, he looked… she couldn't find words to finish that statement. Fitzwilliam Darcy was wearing a tux. The gods were smiling on her.

"Come in, come in." she said amazed her voice worked, he did. "I'm almost ready, so just make yourself at home." She said before hurrying back to the bathroom, now more for support than anything else.

Darcy too needed support, she was breath taking and apparently her look wasn't complete. When she was done she was going to test every once of self control he had to keep form taking her to where ever her bed was and… Bad Fitzwilliam, she's just a friend who's going to see your sister not spend the evening with you. Darcy scolded himself and looked around the room trying to distract himself. The last time he was here he never got a good look at her place. There were books and CDs stacked everywhere there was a surface. She didn't have a TV or much wall space. The color was covered by posters and photographs. She didn't even have any lamps. Darcy sat down on the couch and looked at the coffee table. Laptop, Cosmo, First Impressions, Primero Impresiones, Premières Impressions, Illustrated Classics First Impressions, there were about seven copies of the same book. Absentmindedly he grabbed a copy (an English one) and let it fall open to somewhere in the middle, he skimmed,

"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."

Chick flick he thought and flipped the page.

"You are mistaken, Mr. Darcy, if you supposed that the mode of your declaration affected me in any other way than as it spared me the concern which I might have felt in refusing you, had you behaved in a more gentleman – like manner."

Then again, maybe not. He read on.

"You could not have made me the offer of your hand in any possible way that would have tempted me to accept it."

Wow, he thought, sounds like Elizabeth. He flipped another few pages, "Elizabeth awoke…" It IS an Elizabeth that is just too weird. And wasn't the guy's name Darcy? Creepy! Creepy! Creepy! He thought. It was just too strange, too much of a coincidence. He closed the book and stared at the cover until he heard Elizabeth's heels click into the room. He looked up at her and caught his breath, she was perfect. Elizabeth's dress was amazing, looking exactly like Princess Grace's outfit from Rear Window, down to the shoes and shawl. Her hair was half pined up with pearl clips on each side and she had let it remain naturally curly. He was almost speechless.

"You look," swallow, "beautiful." He finally managed.

"Thank you, you don't look half bad yourself." Elizabeth replied. Half bad, Lizzie, the man is a god! She thought. He stood, book in hand and said,

"Shall we go?" She nodded, and then noticed he was still holding her novel, he noticed as well and awkwardly put it down. Covering the situation he asked,

"Obsess much?"

"Oh, First Impressions. It's my favorite book, so ever year my father buys me another copy of it. It's our little thing. Have you read it?" She asked grabbing her purse and adjusting her shawl.

"Can't say that I have." He relied and they exited her apartment together. He led her to his awaiting car feeling very proud to hand her into it.

"So where are we going?" She asked as they headed to the upper west side.

"Picholine." Darcy replied, Elizabeth gasped.

"Picholine? But that place is so expensive and upscale and…" She said she was just astonished at getting to go there.

"Would you prefer to go somewhere else?" He asked, he could tell she didn't. "You deserve no less; you are after all Luciana Keene. Besides, I thought you could teach me some French." Darcy said Elizabeth blushed but said nothing. She was genuinely uncomfortable. She was not used to anything near this prospect.

"Only if you teach me some Gaelic." She said, and then kicked herself. "I shouldn't have asked your giving me so much by taking me to such an expensive place."

"What are you talking about? It is my pleasure to take you where ever you want to go, and I will do my best to teach you what I know of Gaelic." He said he was confused at how shy and strange she was acting over this place. Wasn't she used to all this?

"You're way too good to me Darcy. Taking me to the other side and teaching me a new language." She said.

"The other side?" he asked.

"There is a great difference between those who go and see a show and those who perform in them. Eating at Picholine would be about the same price as my rent." She said.

"But you're Luciana Keene, people flip when they see you." He said, "You've been in People." Darcy remembered his sister clipping the articles out and pinning them to her walls.

"That doesn't mean and thing and the articles are small." She said still uncomfortable, he made to say something more about how she was just as famous and as worth as anyone to eat at any restaurant when she cut him off.

"Forget I said a thing, I shouldn't have mentioned it." She said apolitically, the rest of the ride was silent. Darcy turned on the stereo and 'The Song That Goes Like This' from Spamalot. Elizabeth settled in her seat and smiled, humming along. They reached the restraint in a now comfortable quiet instead of an awkward one. Darcy got out and went around the car to help her and give the keys to the valet who looked at them both before taking the car. Darcy shook his head as if to tell her that she was not to think the guy was passing judgment. He offered her his arm and they entered the restraint. It was a beautiful place with low slung chandeliers and walls covered in musty pink linen, the place looked fifty years older than what it was. Darcy led them to the maitre'D, a tall well dressed man behind a podium.

"Bonjour Simon." Darcy said to the man who greeted Darcy warmly with

"Comment allez-vous?" Darcy smiled and replied that he was 'Très bien'. Then he noticed Simon's intent look on Elizabeth and said,

"Simon, this is…"

"Miss Keene, it is an honor to meet you." Simon said cutting Darcy off, Elizabeth blushed shyly. "I must say that I am a fan." Simon continued to say with a little bow. Darcy cleared his throat, extremely territorial now. Simon took the hint.

"Right this way." He said leading them to their seat in a semi – private corner of the room, he left the menus, again expressed his delight in meeting her and left the two alone.

"What were you saying about being nobody?" Darcy asked playfully, Elizabeth gave him an embarrassed look over her menu. Soon a waiter came to take their drink orders and Darcy ordered a bottle of wine for the both of them.

"What are you going to have?" She asked.

"I usually have the Millbrook Venison Saddle, it's very good. But so is the Scottish Game Birds." He replied. Elizabeth laughed,

"Mister politically correct." He chuckled at that, but pointed out that he was just stating a fact. Smiling Elizabeth returned to her menu and found something she didn't feel guilty about ordering.

The wine came and the food orders were placed.

"So about those French lessons." Darcy said smiling.

"You spoke very well with Simon." She said.

"I'm sure it's the same tutor session you get with Juan. But I think I'd enjoy your lessons more than his. It'd be a bit less awkward." Elizabeth laughed and said,

"Okay, let's start with the basics, how much French do you know?"

"I can say hello, good – bye, I'm fine, and then I know some stuff I picked up from Phantom of the Opera and Agatha Christie." Darcy said.

"I love Hecules Priot!" She said excitedly, and then covered her giddy moment with, "Getting back on topic. Why don't we go with numbers then? Repeat after me. Zero."

"Zero." He said

"Un."

"Un."

"Deux."

"Deux"

"Trois." As she taught him she watched his mouth form each word. His mouth was very attractive, with nice teeth and endearing dimples. She said each number zero through ten and then made him repeat them first counting up then down. His voice was deep and sexy as he spoke the basic French numbers she loved it.

"Now what?" he asked, she was still in a dream like state and thought for a moment. She really wanted him to say her name in French, with that same sexy – ness it was a dangerous game but she was a willing player.

"Another basic thing is a name, is it not? My French name was always, Lucille."

"Lucille." He repeated. Melt! She was in love. "Now what would my name be?" he asked, "Can they get Fitzwilliam in French?" he joked.

"Um, I think that the closest you would be is Guillaum, it means William." She said, he smiled.

"Lucille and Guillaum." Elizabeth nodded also pleased with how that sounded. She taught him how to say other things, like Rock on 'Balancer sur' and Bitch (the only reason to take a foreign language – to learn how to swear in it.) 'Chienne'.

"Now what for Gaelic?" she asked him.

"Well, my name in Gaelic is also William, or rather Uilleam. Your name, Luciana doesn't translate that I'm aware of, however, your middle name Elizabeth does." He said winking on middle name, she just glared playfully back at him. "Elizabeth in Gaelic is Ealasaid."

"So Ealasid and Uilleam. I think I like that better than Lucille and Guillaum." She said it was his turn to marvel at her lips speaking his language. He moved on to numbers making her count going up and then back down, she did so perfectly and her lips were enough to drive him insane, thankfully the food arrived and they could divert their feelings to food.

The dinner went well, Elizabeth's original apprehension towards the place slowly drifted away as they talked about everything and nothing. And the good feeling continued even as Darcy paid the bill and summoned the car. Simon gave her another bow and Elizabeth smiled and discreetly signed a slip of paper she found in her purse and left it for him. Darcy and Elizabeth left for the show with smiles. The night was magical for them both. And it only got better as Darcy parked in his sister's parking spot. He offered her his arm and she took it as they walked towards the auditorium.

"Wait!" Elizabeth suddenly exclaimed, "I've got to run to the florist's." Darcy nodded, realizing he didn't have flowers for his sister either. They both hurried to the nearest one and picked up two bouquets. They then proceeded to the concert hall. As they approached Elizabeth saw a long red carpet and she knew that her evening had been too good to be true.

"Darcy, do I have anything in my teeth?" she asked him stopping.

"No, why?" He asked, she pointed at the paparazzi flashes. "Oh." He said. "Do you go through this often?" they began walking again.

"I try to avoid it, but it's been getting harder and harder, especially with the Meg deal public." She raised her head high, and on the outside she looked cool, calm, and confidant, completely immune to the rigmarole of fame. Only Darcy knew that she was not happy but the way she cut circulation off in his arm with her hand.

"Shall we?" He asked leading the way to the carpet. Elizabeth followed with no other choice.

"MISS KEENE! MISS KEENE! LUCIANA – OVER HERE!" There was a dull roar of voices and camera flashes as Elizabeth stepped onto the carpet, bouquet in one hand Darcy's elbow supporting her other. She walked and stopped, posing with Darcy in different positions, using him for the support she needed. After a while and a few individual shots people began to realize that Luciana was attending the event with number five on the forbs list, the photographers soon began to request them together again. It took them fifteen minutes but eventually Darcy and Elizabeth made their way to box five, eyes still a little bleary from the flashes. Darcy smiled and pulled out the chair for her. Devil take the consequences, but he loved being photographed with her. Elizabeth blushed, she too loved the thought of being in a photograph together with Darcy, but she had no idea what he felt. Sure they were having a good time and seeing his sister, but she might be doing this with Gaye. But Gaye was definite; Darcy was a huge question mark. Elizabeth cleared her head and flipped through the program. She found Georgiana's blurb and began to read.

"Georgiana Darcy; freshman, pianist. Miss Darcy has been playing the piano since age three, when her older brother would hold her and let her pound on the keys. Since then she has refined herself with lessons and a deep love of music"

"That's a very sweet blurb." Elizabeth commented, pointing to Georgiana's name. "I didn't know you played." Darcy quickly turned to the page and read the bio.

"I play a little, my parents made me from ages eight to ten, they then realized G had the musical talent, I didn't." Darcy said, smiling at the memory of playing piano with his sister. They talked about playing instruments until the lights began to dim.

"I'm so excited." Elizabeth said settling in her seat.

The show was marvelous; Elizabeth recognized some of Georgiana's friends from the costume party. Rich Martin, Aka Henry Jekyll played a beautiful violin solo and William Joel Aka Henry Higgins sang with a pretty blonde, Flora Bialystock, Don Giovanni's Lá ci darem la mano. (There we will entwine our hands) Elizabeth cheered for both performances. During intermission Darcy got them both Champaign to accompany the second act. After a few sets that were wonderful Christine and Erik took the stage. As the first strains of 'Point of No Return' began to play Elizabeth was transfixed. They were truly perfect; the performance brought the crowd to their feet.

Then finally it was Georgiana's turn, Elizabeth grabbed Darcy's hand and the pair waited with bated breath. She was even more perfect than the phantom duet; she too brought everyone to their feet with a cheer. Darcy was all choked up with pride for his sister. Elizabeth couldn't but join him, Georgiana was a prodigy.

"GEORGIE!" Elizabeth exclaimed as she hurried to embrace Darcy's little sister after the performance. Darcy followed behind her laughing as his sister looked a bit like a deer in the headlights as Elizabeth hugged, kissed, and praised her. Eventually Elizabeth let go and Darcy took her place, swinging his younger sister around. Once Georgiana was on her feet and Darcy and Elizabeth were composed did she receive her flowers. Darcy handed her his bouquet first, a dozen red long stem roses, and Georgiana beamed and smelled the buds. Elizabeth then gave her flower.

"A sunflower? In November?" Darcy asked.

"This is New York." Was all Elizabeth said to him. "A sunflower means adoration, pride, sunshine. I think that's everything I feel right now. You were amazing." Georgiana blushed and accepted the flower shyly. Darcy's heart soared to new heights. He about purposed to her then and there. Thankfully he was diverted by Georgiana's friends.

"You were great G!" they all informed her as they kissed and hugged and received compliments in return. "We're all going out to celebrate, you in?"

"Sounds lovely, but I think the only party I want involves me sleeping until noon. You guys go have a good time." After Elizabeth applauded them all, making all of their days Darcy and Georgiana turned to her.

"Why don't we go back home and have our own little celebration? Will you join us?" Darcy asked. Elizabeth couldn't resist.

In the car Georgiana took the front upon Elizabeth's firm insistence. Sitting in the back Elizabeth was able to think about her evening and listen to the music the youngest member of the party picked. 'As long as your mine', Wicked. Another fabulous love song she would love to enjoy with Darcy. Hell she would enjoy any love song with Fitzwilliam Darcy, she loved him. But she had no idea if he loved her. He sure treated her right, but you never knew. His ambiguousness was frustrating. She wanted to know if she had a chance. It was ironic, the nineteenth of September she would've thought she was being mind controlled for loving Darcy.

The Spider pulled up in front of a home that made her jaw drop. It was bigger than the high school she had gone to.

"Welcome to Pemberly." Georgiana said smiling. Elizabeth was speechless. "Oh, it's not all house." G said that only made Elizabeth's jaw shut, her voice was still silent. Darcy let both of them out of the car and led the way to the front doors which he opened with a flourish. Georgiana walked through the lobby to an elevator took them to the ninth floor. They stepped out of the pod and into the living room of the Darcy loft with panoramic views of the city. Elizabeth was in aw. Darcy was now further amazed at the difference between him and her. This was like the back of his hand to him, to her it was like the Hope Diamond – really big and shinny. She hid her amazement well and Georgiana pitched in with making her feel more at home.

"Will, why don't you make a pot of something while I change?" G said heading for a hallway off to the left. William nodded and offered her a chair, Elizabeth didn't take it right away.

"You going to need help with something?" Elizabeth asked offering her assistance to Georgiana.

"Buttons!" G moaned smacking her open palm to her forehead, "I forgot how long it took Christine to work with my wardrobe. I think I will need some help." Elizabeth smiled at Darcy set down her shawl and bag and followed his sister to her room. Darcy stood immobile for a moment feeling domestic and in nirvana, if only this could be more real. He had to be dreaming.

Georgiana's room was a very pretty one painted an apple green with white and black accents and tons of photos; one could only look so perfect. Elizabeth smiled as the younger girl went straight to her stereo and turned it on.

"Thanks for reminding me about the dress, I had almost forgot. I don't know why I picked this thing." Georgiana said returning to Elizabeth so that she could begin undoing the buttons.

"Because you look like an angel in it." Elizabeth said, there were lots of buttons but they slid through the fabric with ease.

"I'm glad Will isn't doing this, he refuses to look at any form of my underwear, this would kill him." Georgiana joked as the buttons fell past her butt.

"Then this place needs another woman." Elizabeth said without thinking. G gave a little gasp but let the subject roll by and soon she was out of the dress and putting on her pajamas. Elizabeth returned to the living room giving the youth some privacy. Darcy stood in front of the fireplace, arm on the mantle mug in his hand waiting. His tie was off, so was his jacket and vest. The top three buttons were undone and he had ditched his shoes. Elizabeth felt her breath catch and her heart palpitate. Cool, calm, and collected. Your just friends in actually reality, not lovers in a Harlequin. Elizabeth thought to herself over and over again, but with him there being him she would go for the petite strong willed heroine with a one syllable name doomed to love the man violently until their wedding. After the one little fantasy Elizabeth made her mind stay on track from that point forward, it was a dangerous game and she was a terrible player. After Elizabeth finally let her breath our William noticed her. It was his turn to go romantic. She was wearing everything she had on when they entered the house, for the most part, but she was standing like she was at home, and he knew she had just done a very sisterly thing with his sister. It was like they were married, something sixties, but married. He could almost see Rear Window. Thankfully before he could do anything too stupid (other than stare at her in the dim light) Georgiana came in and everyone reverted back to being friends.

They sat in different portions of furniture in varied positions until Elizabeth realized Georgiana had fallen asleep on the floor in front of the fire. Darcy smiled at his sister curled like a cat on the hearth rug and gently got her to bed. When he returned to the dim room He found Elizabeth staring out of the window at the illuminated skyline mug in hand arms crossed. It was a cinematic moment, a perfect shot; he could see it in a classic drama piece. He couldn't help but watch. There was a magnitude and he felt himself drawn to her, and before he knew it he was standing behind her one hand resting on her shoulder as they both looked out the window.

"I feel your fingers - Cold on my shoulder - Your chilling touch, as it runs down my spine - Watching your eyes as they invade my soul - Forbidden pleasures I'm afraid to make mine. At the touch of your hand - At the sound of your voice - At the moment your eyes meet mine - I am out of my mind - I am out of control - Full of feelings I can't define!" The music was too much for them, to cinematic, their eyes met in the reflection.

"It's a sin with a name –"

"Like a hand in a flame –"

"And our senses proclaim… It's a dangerous game!" They couldn't drop their gaze; slowly Darcy brought his other hand to rest on her other shoulder and brought himself that much closer to her. She fidgeted with the mug in her hands. Her look was so intense, her perfume intoxication it's self, he couldn't help but let Hyde's words flow out of him. He began softly, it was just a whim, possession by something not his own.

"A darker dream - That has no ending - That's so unreal you believe that it's true! A dance of death - Out of a mystery tale - The frightened princess doesn't know what to do! Will the ghosts go away?" Elizabeth responded with the next line, her eyes boring into his via the glass.

"No."

"Will she will them to stay?" He asked, a bit bolder, somewhat less like Jekyll and more like Hyde.

"No." She responded again, with that same shy passion that seemed to fit her and Lucy, to some extent.

"Either way, there's no way to win!" He sang.

"All I know is' I'm lost - And I'm counting the cost - My emotions are in a spin! I don't know who to blame..." Elizabeth followed, singing with more affection and backing more into his arms so that his lips were above her ear and she could feel his breath play with her hair.

"It's a crime and a shame!"

"But it's true all the same."

"It's a dangerous game!" They finished together, somehow Elizabeth got brought around to be against his chest, she leaned on him, tight in his embrace as they continued, singing loudly, like they were cast upon the stage.

"No one speaks - Not one word - But what words are in our eyes."

"Silence speaks" She said breathy.

"Loud and clear" was his more solid reply, but her voice was stronger on the next line.

"All the words we (don't) want to hear!" They continued their duet, resonate and impassionate clinging to each other, the look in her eyes conveyed that she was trying to speak, and that this was her only way. Darcy's eyes were much the same.

"At the touch of your hand - At the sound of your voice - At the moment your eyes meet mine - I am losing my mind - I am losing control - Fighting feelings I can't define!"

"It's a sin with a name" Elizabeth sang.

"No remorse and no shame - Fire, fury and flame" Darcy continued, his voice was like that of Michael Crawford's or Anthony Warlow, except better because he was hers.

"Cos the devil's to blame!"

"And the angels proclaim it's a dangerous game!" They both finished and Darcy brought his lips to hers the fire that was in their singing was in that kiss that brought the heavens to them both. For too long had each party wanted this and they were determined to have some time in the lip lock. It was deep and passionate, much like their mutual emotions, however it didn't last long. From the next room the sound of Georgiana's creaking bedsprings as she rolled over reminded them that they were not alone. Reluctantly they gathered her stuff and Darcy took her home.

"I had a wonderful time tonight Fitzwilliam; I don't think I could've had a better one." Elizabeth said standing at her door.

"The feeling is likewise, A Thaisce." He said, she kissed him sweetly on the lips, it was short and closed mouthed but it would have to do. And the fact she was willing to kiss him period made his night.

"Ego amo te A Thaisce." He said reluctantly leaving. So soft that he barely heard it she replied,

"Je t'aime."

AN: Thanks again (and again, and again) to my reviewers. I hope everything is still good for you. I also hope you'll ignore any issues that this story has with that whole 'reality' thing. The day my parents let me go to New York the four riders of the Apocalypse will be upon us. I also have a B in Spanish so I hope that I didn't butcher the non English/ Spanish languages I used here.

A Thaisce: My Treasure, (99 sure)

Ego amo te A Thaisce: I love you, my treasure.

Je t'aime: I love you

Thanks for reading this far! Oh, PS the Erik/ Christine refrences are deliberate and I do ship them – thought ya'll should know (if it wasn't obvious already)