Chapter 28

As Elizabeth selected three pairs of evening gloves, Lady Matlock was about to suggest she choose more, when Darcy selected three more pairs, doubles of each and doubles of the pairs she had selected. When Elizabeth protested the doubles, he had firmly said it was practical in case she really liked one of the pairs and something happened to it she would have one of the exact same ones to replace it. When he started to consider getting them in triplicate in case anything happened to the spare pairs. She quickly agreed to the doubles and moved him away from the evening gloves selection. Whenever Darcy felt Elizabeth was not selecting enough, he simply added to what she had chosen. Often choosing more expensive selections.

When Lady Bramhurst led Georgiana to view something else in a shop that specialized in nightwear at Lady Matlock suggestion, leaving Lady Matlock and Elizabeth alone with Darcy, he wondered why. When his aunt began to speak to the clerk about the night wear Elizabeth would require, Elizabeth blushed bright red. Darcy attempted to block out the words like silk and sheer that were used, but when his body began to react to imagining Elizabeth in conjunction with them, since he was already standing behind his wife, her skirts brushing his boots he simply subtly shifted closer and allowed her to feel his growing errection. Since she had doubted her ability to cause him desire he wanted her to be aware just how desirable he found her. Elizabeth had glanced back at him eyes wide, but said nothing, just blushed deeper. Darcy was relatively certian he would die from lust seeing his wife in any of the creations discussed, but subtly nudged her with his errection to indicate when something such as a color or design particularly appealed to him, wanting her to be confident that he desired her and only her. He was grateful Elizabeth was to embarrassed by the topic and aware of his manhood resting aroused against her back to protest when his aunt insisted on seven nightgowns appropriate for a married lady without him having to attempt to speak a word and three more demure ones that would not shock Georgiana, who was looking forward to late night chats occasionally with her new sister. Once the selections were made, Darcy discreetly moved into a quiet corner to hide the evidence of his desire while he brought himself back under control, while Elizabeth made her selections for the simpler white night gowns.

As they finished shopping for the day, Darcy approached the counter with a length of grayish blue ribbon. When Georgiana had looked at him questioningly, he had said, "It reminds me of the inside of the church where Elizabeth agreed to marry me."

Georgiana had grinned. She had never expected her brother to have such a romantic side. She determined that she would make certain to find fabric for a dress for Elizabeth that would compliment the color of ribbon he had picked out and had the clerk add more of it to their purchases. She though it also might make a nice book mark for him, perhaps embroidered with his and Elizabeth's initials above a small church and the year. His birthday was coming up and she thought it was present he would value.

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Once Georgiana had departed with Lady Matlock, Darcy informed his butler that his marriage announcement would appear in the paper tomorrow so he expected callers would appear on the doorstep of Darcy House the day after, since tomorrow they would be to busy gossiping about the announcement itself and today's events. He reiterated his directive that Lady Catherine or Miss de Bough were not to be admitted into any of his homes and not allowed entry if they were roused from Kent by the announcement in the next few days, even as other callers where allowed to enter to call on the new Mrs. Darcy in their presence. He had sent a note to Lady Catherine informing her he was cutting the connection and no longer would recognize her. He did not mention his marriage to Elizabeth to Lady Catherine, nor did he mention the incident in Kent, leaving her with no explanation. Darcy had felt that she deserved no such consideration from him after how she treated Elizabeth. He also informed his butler that none of them were ever at home to Miss Bingley, but that Mr. Bingley was as welcome as ever. Darcy was confident that Bingley would not bring his sister to Darcy House since at Camwood Darcy had encouraged him to cut ties with Miss Bingley before her behavior ruined him.

Seeing her husband's features tighten as he mentioned his aunt and Miss Bingley, Elizabeth slipped her hand into his and gave it a squeeze. Darcy glanced at her and she requested refreshments in the family parlor for them. Grasping her hand in his he lead her there. Once there he drew her into his embrace and as he held her he breathed in deeply the scent from her hair. Feeling her leaning in trustingly into his embrace reassured him that she was safe. That his aunt, nor Miss Bingcouldcould harm her.

Her head against her husband's chest Elizabeth considered the conversation she wanted to have with her husband. When tea arrived she stepped blushing out of his embrace and served them both. Then settling onto the long sofa next to him, she said, "Fitzwilliam, I would like to ask you about something else Miss Bingley mentioned. It was a single comment, but I have been turning it around and around in my mind. I know you will not lie to me. She claimed one reason while attacking me that you could not be married to me was because you had kept her own brother from seeing Jane in town this winter since you recognized how despicable a connection it would be. Did you aid Miss Bingley in separating my sister and Mr. Bingley?"

Darcy stared at Elizabeth, taking in the way her knuckles had turned white gripping her tea she held. Gravely he admitted, "I did. I persuaded him she did not love him and that therefore he should not marry her. It was wrong of me. I now realized I underestimated the deepth of his attachment to her. I thought I acted in the service of a friend, but then at Camwood, I began to question if I really had acted in a way that would bring my friend the most happiness in life. I knew your sister had called on Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst but worried that if Bingley knew he would call on her and be endanger of acting impulsively, so I did not tell him she was in town."

"At Camwood you started to suggest he not come to London when I mentioned my sister would welcome a call from him, but then you changed your mind and told him to call on her, why?" Elizabeth asked frowning in confusion.

"You," Darcy said taking her tea from her and setting it down so he could grasp both her hands in his own. "You wanted him to call on your sister and I respected your opinion on the matter, even if it differed from my own. Then on our walk after Bingley departed, you surprised me by mentioning she cared for him. Even before learning that though I had begun to reconsider my poistion. I was already actively kidnapping you and taking you to Scotland to marry me without your knowledge or consent, even though I knew you did not love me. I had refused to let Bingley talk me out of my current course of action. Though his words did cause me to consider that without a chaperone you would have no choice but to marry me, which suited my wishes perfectly since I had determined I loved you enough for the both of us."

"But you brought Mrs. Wiffle along," Elizabeth said archly.

"Yes. I did. I didn't want to take your choices away and hoped that if I could show myself in a better light and make changes to my behavior you would at least consider my offer in Scotland."

"So you do not engage all travelers on a discourse about the hills of the Costwolds or their travels?" Elizabeth teased him.

"You said you enjoyed meeting new people and studying their characters. I wanted to see you smiling at me like you had when Bingley announced his intention to go to London and call on Jane. I wanted to be one the one to bring you joy, to make your eyes sparkle. I enjoyed your amusement in the conversation about the Cotswolds, which made it easier to seek out other travlers to talk to, knowing my reward would be in your countance."

"I suppose I should not blame Mr. Bingley for being persuade from returning to Hertfordshire and my sister since I am aware how persuasive you can be. You persuaded me to go with you to Scotland to meet a gentleman and potentially marry him, when I had been so sure before I would never marry unless the deepest of love was involved, if at all. I did not think particularly well of you yet then, though my opinion of you had improved, and you managed to convince me to consider the idea at least. Mr. Bingley who already valued you and had affection for you as his close friend would have stood no chance with his easy going character. Though I do hope he is not so easily persuaded in all things, even if you mean well with your guidance. I can only wonder what you thought when he showed up with Jane in Scotland. "

"I briefly thought that he had decided to follow my lead and kidnap his own Bennet sister to take to Scotland for a quick marriage," Darcy said wryly. "Not that I felt any regret for my actions, just that I may have lead my friend to believe he should act in the same manner given his natural impulsiveness."

Elizabeth laughed at this and said, "Perhaps in the future you should take care to make sure your advice to Bingley is only that, advice, not a set of instructions on how he should act. Jane would die from mortification if he ever stood behind her like you did in the store while your aunt discussed my nightgowns with the shopgirl."

"I did not want you to doubt that I found you desirable, " Darcy said.

"But I had done nothing to make you desire me, like Miss Bingley implied was necessary. "

"You do not have to do anything for me to desire you. I have desired you since early on in our aquintance," Darcy told her.

Elizabeth continued to look at him doubtfully. Darcy considered what he could say to explain it to her that would not be shocking as he sifted through some of his early fantasies of her. He had not remembered his words to Bingley at the assembly until Bingley reminded him at Camwood, because after meeting Elizabeth he had dreamed of her that night. He had dreamed about looking into her fine eyes as he sank into her body, about watching her own orgasim in them as he rode her. This dream had been followed by him imaginging what it would take to render her witless and inchoherent. He had dreamed about her witty conversation, having taken to listening to her speak to others. He had wondered if she would falter in her witty responses as he touched her intimately, or would she only become incoherent as he slowly pushed himself into her until he was fully seated inside her? And what would she do when he withdrew slowly until just the tip of him remained in her before driving into her again?

After Sir William Lucus offered her to him as a dance partner at Lucus Lodge and she had refused, he had dreamed that night of performing a different dance alone together. One that featured caresses designed to tiltilate rather then the brief hand clasps of the country dances. It was a dance that ended with her legs wrapped around his waist as he stood holding her braced against a wall, burried to the hilt inside her as he brought her to release.

When she had come to Netherfield to nurse her sister it had brought on fevered dreams of her nursing him. In one of them she had cooled his fevered brow with wet cloths. She had been as aroused by touching him as he had been by her touch on him and in his dream she had shed her dress to ride St. George on him. He had dreamed of her above him as he lay there while she raised and lowered herself onto his errection until she found her release. He had then in his dream, flipped them, his erraction still deep inside her, where he proceeded to ride her hard and fast for their mutual pleasure.

The next night he finally dreamed of using his mouth on her in a way he never had wanted to on any other woman. He had overheard her reading to her sister and seeing no one around lingered outside the doorway to listen to her voice. When he went to sleep that night in his dream they were reading sensual poetry together in his favorite chair in the library at Pemberley and in his dream after he had set aside the book of poetry he had persuaded her to sit leaning back in the chair while he explored her with his tongue and lips.

While his various dreams definitely spoke of his desire for Elizabeth, a desire that was unique to her since he dreamed of her pleasure as well not just his own feelings and sensations, none of it was something he felt comfortable voicing to his innocent wife. Instead he decided to reassure her that he desired her currently, even without her knowing how to use her body to stimulate him.

He stood and walked over to the door to lock it to ensure their privacy. His arousal brought on from remembering his fantasies was obvious through his breeches. He quickly returned to Elizabeth's side and seating himself he gently pulled her into his lap, with her straddling him, her skirts hiked up around his waist.

"I want you, Elizabeth," he said firmly as he thrust his arousal upward to come into contact with her. "You can feel how hard I am, when you have not even laid a finger on me, nor I you. Your body is not aroused right now but I am going to make you feel arousal by touching you." Darcy had one hand splayed across her back as he rocked upward into her and he used the other to unfasten the buttons of her bodice. Once her breasts were free he caressed the tops of them with his fingers as he began to move his other hand downward, caressing her and making his way with it under her dress wanting to feel her skin. it was not long before Elizabeth gave out a whimper of desire, and Darcy said, "The way you feel right now, the arousal heating your blood, is the way I feel without a single touch from you. And it only happens with you. A single look and I am undone. I want you my Elizabeth. I want to hear your whimpers of desire and I want to hear your cries of escasty as you orgasim from my touch."

Elizabeth gave another whimper and squirmed on his lap searching for greater contact with him. Darcy manuvered his hands so that one once again rested on her back to support her, and with the other reached under her dress to flick and stroke at her womanhood, driving her desire higher. Elizabeth was moaning and whimpering as she writhed in his lap with desire. He kept up his ministrations, sliding his fingers inside of her and telling her he wanted her to scream. He rubbed her with his thumb and kissing her neck he whispered in her ear how wet she was and how good she felt on his fingers. He flexed his fingers inside her and told her she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen as she gave a high pitched cry and he withdrew his his fingers until just the tips where shallowly in her and asked, "Do you understand how aroused you are my love? Do you feel how hard I am underneath you? Do you remember how hard I was before I even touched you? This is what you to do me. You make me feel desperate for you by being you. Do you understand what I cannot explain? Can you feel it?"

At Elizabeth's shaky nod, Darcy slid his fingers back into her and switched his caresses from ones designed to stimulate her arousal to ones intending to bring about her orgasim. As Elizabeth cried out his name he locked his mouth on hers to block her cries from the ears of any nearby servants. With her body limp from her orgasim Elizabeth slumped against Darcy. He held her close and kissed her hair as his own body throbbed with desire.

Elizabeth consciousness of the fact that she could still feel him hard and throbbing beneath her began to squirm over him. She said, "You have not experienced pleasure yet. I can feel you still."

"Does it feel good, Elizabeth? " Darcy asked his voice thick with desire. The way she panted and moved on him felt like heaven.

She nodded but he wanted to hear her say she enjoyed the feel of him hard against her so he said, "Does it feel good, my love? Tell me how it feels."

"It feels good," she panted and he thrust up against her. "It feels like, like heat and friction," she said with a moan.

"Do you want more? Do you want to me to use my body to bring you to release?" Darcy asked huskily.

Elizabeth gave another whimper of desire and said, "Yes. It feels so good. So good."

Darcy kissing her mouth, carefully switched their position guiding them so that he was now between her legs as her form reclined on the sofa. He thrust against her, her skirts up past her waist and said, "Does this feel good Elizabeth? Can you feel how much I want you? Do you want the pleasure I can give you?'

"Fitzwilliam," Elizabeth gasped in pleasure. "It feels so good. I, I, it feels, oh my god, please Fitzwilliam, please," Elizabeth moaned as he rubbed himself against her.

"Please what my Lizzy? What do you think will make you explode in pleasure?" Darcy asked as he rubbed and thrust agaisnt her, driving her arousal higher.

"Oh my god," Elizabeth moaned. "You. I need you. Please. Fitzwilliam it feels so good."

With her admission that she needed him to feel her release, Darcy thrust against her until he released covering her body with his while bringing about her own release. He had planned on bringing her to orgasim alone again not wanting to spend in another pair of breeches, but when she said she needed him, he was lost. "I love you so much, Elizabeth" he grunted as he felt himself release.

"I love you too," Elizabeth whispered softly in his ear where it was next to her as he braced his weight above her.

Darcy turned his head quickly to look at her, raising his head enough to search her eyes.

Elizabeth seeing the desperation to believe what she had said in them, said firmly,"I love you, Fitzwilliam Darcy. I am in love with you."

"Elizabeth," Darcy mummered before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss to convey the joy that her love gave him and how very much he loved her. He was not sure it was possible for Elizabeth to feel the depth of love for him he felt for her, but even if she only loved him a fraction as much he knew he would treasure both her and her love. Finally breaking off the kiss and gathering her close to him as he changed their positions, he whispered, "All that I have and all that I am is yours, my love."

Elizabeth her head pillowed on him, warm and saited snuggled into his arms and unused to experiencing sexual release gave him a sleepy mummur of acknowledgement before drifting off to sleep. Darcy could do naught but hold her and remember her words and her eyes as she told him she loved him.