Elizabeth, though quite accomplished before her marriage, gratefully took up her new sister Georgiana's offer to not only improve her skills on the pianoforte, but also to teach her to draw. Lizzy had admired Georgiana's crayons in the gallery at Pemberley and had marveled at the beauty of nature collected in so small an object as a painting.
"This little yellow flower, dear Lizzy, can be enhanced by adding a little shadow to it. You see? Do you see how the sun casts it light on just the right part of it?" Lizzy acknowledged gratefully and took up some black colour, but Georgiana held her hand. "Perhaps you could use purple instead, so it brings out the yellow more clearly… and the colour can very well function as it's shadow", Georgiana added at seeing a slight look of doubt and wonder on her sister's face.
Advise like this was given regularly and in a few months Lizzy had become quite the artist. She found however that she preferred to draw with coal, because the material was quite willing to do her bidding and follow her energetic strokes across the paper, whereas paint was a more complicated business. Frequently she indulged herself in walking the Pemberly grounds and woods in search of a fair prospect to duplicate, sometimes in company of her sister and sometimes alone.
One of these times when she had ventured out alone, she had traced the path to the part of the stream where Darcy had met her and her relatives on their first visit to Pemberley, the summer before. She again admired the glen and found herself very fortunate to be the mistress of all this natural beauty. Finally, a few yards away from the stream she saw a set of trees, surrounded by a couple of bushes and Elizabeth marveled at how beautiful the sun shone it's light upon their leaves. Moreover she rejoiced the beautiful prospect granted from between the trees where there was still visible a part of the stream and the valley stretching out into the horizon. All in all, Elizabeth found it a perfect place to station herself with the paper and coal she had brought along. The secludedness of the spot increased her pleasure at being there, because it would enable her to work undisturbed, or so she thought…
So engaged in making her latest work the finest piece of art yet, she was startled when she felt her husbands' breath close to her ear and the weight of his chin on her shoulder.
"There's my beautiful artist! You're becoming quite accomplished at drawing indeed, this picture is beautiful!"
Lizzy looked up at him with a smile and expressed her gratitude for his compliments with a playful, lingering kiss on his cheek, near his earlobe. Darcy grinned at her and indulged himself by stealing a few kisses from her lips.
Elizabeth had intended to insert a bit more livelyness into her husbands manners and from the following we may assume that she had succeeded in her object:
"My darling, your picture is absolutely showing our beautiful surroundings, but I must confess that I find it a bit incomplete…!"
Elizabeth laughed at her husbands remark and handed him her piece of coal so he could complete the picture himself if he dare. At seeing him hesitating to her response she inquired: "Why sir, I thought you had something substantial to add to my art? Am I now to be deprived of your talent?"
"Oh no dear, I would not deprive you of any of my talents as you're well aware of, but I must own that I'm not a great proficient at drawing! I was merely trying to téll you what exactly is missing in your picture…" And Darcy seeted himself comfortably next to his wife to get ready to tell her just that: "I miss the sight of a little dear fellow trying to climb into that tree in the center to cast his view over the beautiful valley which we can partly see from where we sit."
"The sight of a little fellow, Fitzwilliam…? Who exactly do you have in mind for portraying that part of the picture?" She asked teasingly, but at the same time wondering if her husband was dreaming of having a few of these little dear fellows of his own anytime soon, or perhaps a little dear girl with dark curly hair and lively spirits, just like herself…
"Actualy that sight has already been portrayed, but you were a few years too late to witness it…", said Darcy. However detecting a little confusion in her eyes he decided to tell her that he himself used to be inclined to climb many trees on the Pemberley grounds when he was but a little boy. This tree he used to be particularly fond of, because it had granted him one of the best views that his fathers' lands had had to offer.
Lizzy laughed heartily at this picture of her dear husband and asked in jest whether he would indulge her and climb in again so she could complete her piece.
Darcy declined, telling her he had given up climbing trees as his father had forbidden him to do so when he was twelve. Darcy had fallen out of the trees a little too often and his last injury was quite severe, so it was no wonder his father did not want him to take further risk.
"Oh no, my dear", pouted Elizabeth, "where was it that you were hurt". And she stroked his hair gently while smiling mischievously at him. Darcy liked this little game she was about to play and intended to join her:
"Well, I had bruises all over my body, but the severest where here", he indicated his chest and soon revelled at her soft touch, "and here", he said, rubbing his back. She began a soft massage awaiting the rest of his instructions. Darcy, starting to become aroused by her proximity and passionate stroking of his back and chest, felt he should take it to the next level. Now he motioned in the direction of a more particular part of his body where he was even more inclined to feel her gentle strokes. He grinned softly and was happy that she continues her part in the game.
"Oh Fitz, that must have hurt a great deal", said Lizzy while softly placing her hand on the intended spot. "How did you recover?"
"Nothing so easy, Liz", he replied huskily, "It still demands attention most often and for long periods of time. Either by gently running a hand over it or kissing it softly, like this." And he demonstrated that conduct on her lips and neck and soon proceeded to the edge of her gown and after a while traced back to her lips. She still had her mind on his formerly injured bodymember and found that he still needed some attention there, because that part of his body all too eagerly responded to her ministrations.
As a result of his suggestions of drawing a boy in the trees and of them now being engaged in more sensual games, an idea all of the sudden rose in Elizabeths' mind. A very naughty one indeed! For a moment she hesitated her carresses to ponder over it and Darcy looked at her expectantly.
Lizzy looked at her husbands face, wondering if he would approve of her scheme. As passionate a husband as hers she was inclined to believe he would and thus decided upon action:
She cast him a furtive smile and traced her finger from the bulg in his breeches to the buttons that could be the means of releasing him. After another glance at her husband face, whose eyes now shone with longing she started to undress him. It appeared that he was very coöpporative, but as he fingered her buttons she gently removed his hands and cast him another furtive grin.
His clothes flewn about and soon he lay in the grass starknaked. Darcy wondered at the ideas of his wife. Where would she start? Why did she want to remain fully clothed? Lizzy however gave him little time to ponder those questions, for she started to arouse him even more by running her hands over his body and kissing him now and then, working her way down to his length. He revelled at the particular attention she gave him there and was all the more dissapointed when that flow of attention just as sudden stopped.
"Now, lay still my darling, you're such a beautiful picture now" she said to him with a very sensual smile adorning her lips. And before she actually took up her paper again he started to realise what she was about to do.
"Liz, you sly thing! Do you mean me to lay here starknaked so you can make another masterpiece!" Darcy exclaimed in feigned shock. But his dear wife could not be deceived for she noticed that he had become still more aroused by her actions and with this strong confirmation of his approval set to work.
The picture they made there, on the grounds of Pemberley was truly enchanting and sensual. Darcy's body was everything a woman could desire. He was tall and in perfect health. His shoulders broad and his frame quite slender. His buttocks were tight and Elizabeth often felt aroused by the sight of those. And the so-called formerly injured part of him that had been the cause of all this feverish drawing was something that could definitely not be overlooked even if it hadn't been in it's present state. Indeed, our Lizzy was a very lucky woman and her admiration for her husband ánd his body made her want to honour him by making a duplication so that the sight of him could never leave this world even after they were long gone. Allthough for the near future the picture would obviously only be intended for bedroom-pursuit.
What only looking at each other could accomplish for the arousal of both was unbelievable. Darcy sincerely felt that he would burst if she would not finish his likeness very soon and Elizabeth was impatient aswell to touch her beautiful man as he lay there in the rays of light casted upon him by the sun. There eyes often met and the desire and admiration almost sprang from their gaze. However impatient both were, Elizabeth wanted to do her husbands form justice and made sure that all proportions were as realistic as her talent would allow. She wanted to capture the look in his eyes and the tautness of his body.
"Lizzy, my love, how are you progressing? Are you sure it's a faithful portret?" asked Darcy with a crooked smile.
"Well dear, I do think it will become a very handsome picture of you, but if it is not to your liking we could always ask for another artist to accomplish this delicate task! What say you of Miss Bingley? I bet that she has much more experience in the art of drawing than I have! Elizabeth's tease shocked him.
"Good god Lizzy, do not ever threaten me with that woman. I'm sure the mental picture you just created will never leave my mind. Be sure you compensate this horrid thing by making a very good portret of me, dear. Or there's going to be something in store for you once you finish!" said Darcy laughingly.