The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux
A/n Warning: Not quite M scenes, not very graphic. You might choose to skip the chapter. or go down the page From what I see on TV, this is toned down.
Love
"Lizzie, oh Lizzie," Darcy said, lowering her dress. He was hoping he would be able to restrain after wanting her for weeks.
Elizabeth stepped over the pooled dress, turning around, her arms went up, "Kiss me." She whispered; she missed kissing, feeling loved.
His head bent to reach her face, his lips barely touched hers, when she opened her lips, his tongue touched them and sought hers. He moaned as the kiss deepened, she moved closer against him. His hips were pushing into hers.
She didn't have a full corset, but a loose stay under the breasts. Darcy unlaced her while he kissed her. She wrapped her calf around his, seeking more contact. "Oh, Lizzie," he whispered.
He lowered her chemise, while the other hand rolled the hem up. He caressed her thighs until his hand was on her bare bottom.
"You are too tall."
"I guess," he lowered his voice, his body shuttering. He picked Elizabeth up and sat on the bed with her on his lap, he quit kissing her to look at her bare breasts.
His fingers moved around until he caught a nipple between them, squeezing softly. He felt shudders running along Elizabeth's
body.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, so pretty," he wanted to say more but felt uncertain. Richard was Richard, he trusted Darcy, and told him some intimate details. Richard started when he became afraid of Bartlett, maybe to entice him, but this was he and Elizabeth, and he wanted her to be his wife. Desire ran thru him; Darcy was very aware that she was nearly naked sitting on him. He moved under her, making both moan.
One by one, he took her hoses off while caressing her legs. Her hand moved across his face, her touch uncertain.
"Do you think this is too soon?" Her voice was a mere whisper.
"Do you want me to stop?" He didn't want to, but would. He pressed his hips against her.
She moved restlessly over him. "No," she said, caressing his face. She felt warm and alive, loved, and protected.
His hand went up her leg, caressing her smooth skin, moving to her upper thigh. He pulled up her chin to kiss her, a wild, hungry kiss, while his finger reached higher; when he felt her wet heat, he cried. He moved his hand to take her chemise off.
"May I undress?" He asked, with his mistresses or his assignations, he never asked, he took.
He stood up and lay her on the bed to undress while looking at her, naked on the bed.
"Darling, may I undress? I want our skins touching."
She nodded.
"I want you to be my wife, I want you so, may I? Do you wish so?"
She nodded.
Seeing her naked on the bed, made him crazed with need.
He wanted his clothes off in a hurry. Gods, he thought, he ached. All he wanted was to be inside her.
He looked at her swollen belly, and her breasts, now heavy. He wanted a nipple in his mouth; he wanted lips to slide over every inch of her body, to taste, and to learn her.
It was taking to long undressing, how he wished that he was already undressed. Just like that, all he had on were his linen underpants. Later he would realize what happened, his powers, magical, or whatever they were, were manifesting.
He lowered unto the bed. Looking at her, licking his lips.
She didn't close her eyes, and instead, she stretched her hand to touch his stomach, then lowered to touch him; his hips pressed on.
"Shh, no darling too much. "He moved her hand and kissed it.
In seconds he was lying next to her, his mouth on her breast, moving against her. When his finger slid inside her, he felt her channel contracting around it. This never happened with his mistresses, and just like that, he understood plenty. Richard had said as much, realizing how his paramours had faked everything.
His hand moved slowly learning the contours of her body. Going slowly over her body, he marveled at the softness, wanting never to stop.
He raised her leg above his. He had asked his uncle how to be with your wife when she was increasing.
"Will this be okay? I don't want to hurt you or the baby."
"Aha, but wait."
He was trying to place himself outside her channel, "Wait?"
"You are, err, big, too big."
He chuckled, "It will be fine," he hand lowered to touch her.
He was right outside, his hands running feverishly over her body.
Gods, he was nearly inside her. "My Lizzie, let me and move with me. Let me," when he touched her sex, he felt her quaking again.
"Oh love," he moved faster, feeling Lizzie writhing with pleasure,
"My name Lizzie, say my name. Say it."
He licked her. "Now, say it." His fingers caressed her lips.
"William, William," she moved with him.
When he was finished, he felt another wave, "My love," he sat on his calves and wrapped her legs over his.
"Lizzie, do you like this? You are so pretty, I want to kiss you here," he touched her sex.
His hair was wild al, over the place; little was left from the proper Mr. Darcy, he wanted her again.
"Yes, feels good, you feel good," His hands touched her everywhere. Elizabeth thought he was a beautiful man, hers.
"Gods, touch me," he sat her on him. His mouth closed on hers, not a kiss, he was too far gone. He moved his mouth to her neck, and his mouth filled with ambrosia.
Elizabeth cried at feeling blinding pleasure. His lips sucked gently, then licked her neck. When he felt his climax, he cried her name, his hands on her bottom.
"Now, now love, with me."
Her hair was unpinned, her curls flying wild, he saw her real face, alien, yet so beautiful.
Afterward, she laid over him he moved, "Just lay like this," never before; he could keep on going, but he thought that it was too much for her, "Lizzie, I love you."
"William, I still love Richard. I like you," he put the finger on her lips.
"Shh, I didn't expect an answer; it is enough to be with you." He kissed her softly, running his hands over her body.
They heard the hawk shrieking against the window.
He suddenly felt eyes on them.
He moved Lizzie to the side and covered her body with a deck. He looked murderous.
"Leave, are you crazy?" He nearly yelled when he saw Miss Bingley at the door looking at them. He grabbed his trousers.
Jek was coming back from the walk. He grabbed Caroline's arm. He had seen Darcy and knew what happened. The intrusion was unbelievable, her father would demand retribution.
"Crazy female, spying? You are unwell." Jak tightened his jaw.
"I was confused, I didn't see much, just opened the door. I thought something was wrong." but Caroline's face was flushed, who knew what she had seen.
Jak erased her memory with a tap on her forehead. He wanted to wring her neck.
William stayed, just staring, shaking his head. If Caroline were a man, he would have knocked him out. The dogs were out, snarling and barking at her. Hurst heard and came to check. He saw Darcy and knew. "This is intolerable. She interferes in my marriage, and now this, what a disgrace." He was outraged, not the placid Hurst.
Darcy went back into the room, he was furious.
Elizabeth sat on the bed, she looked pale and troubled, "What happened?"
"Miss Bingley, as you must have heard, she was by the door. She had opened it." Darcy sat on the bed, caressing her face.
Elizabeth was upset, "Did she see us?"
"We are married; we were doing nothing wrong. "Whatever Miss Bingley saw, is all forgotten Jak took care of her."
"How much did she see?"
"Shh, it doesn't matter. Please forget it. Lizzie, was I too rough? Forgive me if it was too much. I should have waited."
"No, I wanted the same, you made me feel alive again. Richard told me to love you if anything ever happened to you. To like our marriage bed. He said many women didn't like it; it surprised me."
Darcy knew he was lucky. "Did I hurt you or the baby?"
"No, no, all is fine. Hold me, hold me. I want to see my sisters and leave. I don't like your friend's sisters; I am afraid of them, only because I am pregnant."
"I won't let them hurt you. I am talking to Charles, I'll say something."
"Don't tell him much. Now excuse me, I need to get up." She wanted to clean up.
"No, wait." Somehow he knew what she wanted. Darcy stood up, took a cloth and wet it. He was upset that the water was cold, wishing otherwise, next second, the water was warm, "Ah?" He exclaimed, he had figured it out. The clothes and the cold water, just wish for them, small things.
He said, "My love, let me clean you."
She blushed, "I'll get up to do it; you don't have to."
"No, silly, I want to do it. You lie and rest," he opened her legs gently, "such pretty coloring, no hair?" She had not asked for the lights out. But what was the sense, they could see in the dark.
"No, but you also have little," she nearly added, and it is very big. She remembered Richard's bawdy jokes when she wondered how something so big could fit. I am average, I have seen big, in my near family. But ladies like them so, I heard they do. He had winked when he said ladies, he liked to tease her. Richard was talking about William, she was sure. It wasn't bad, and she wanted more, she liked it. Perhaps tomorrow, but maybe they should wait till they were home.
He chuckled, "True, but you are beautiful all over. So much for a fat nymph. I cannot see any fat, just perfect." He had managed to get aroused, best to quit.
"Did you have many ladies?" A stab of jealousy hit her. "Was Miss Bingley one?"
"I never liked Miss Bingley. What do you mean, with having ladies?" He raised his eyebrow. He noticed that she was unhappy, narrowing her eyes, so she was jealous; it made him hope.
"I know gentlemen, they have ladies like a wife." Elizabeth wouldn't back down.
"That is not necessary to discuss, there is only one in my heart. I suspect that Richard knew me well. Richard knew that I would love you. Know that Any past 'ladies' are not even a memory. There has not been anyone in years. I waited for you, now I understand. I'll confess, Richard and I used to read old texts, of exotic places where brothers shared a bride. We discussed it, we both knew there was someone out there we would both love. When he wrote to me about you, I wished to have his luck and find someone like you." He kissed her lips softly.
He stood to make sure there were no open doors and whistled for the dogs.
Thor, the puppy, went to lie by the door, Lizzie called him to the bed. But Thor put its head over its paws, its face towards the door. Darcy put a small pillow for its head and moved a throw over him. "Thank you, boy."
Warrior jumped to his favorite place, near Lizzie's belly. Thor 'told' Warrior, maybe in a human voice, never to stray away from his mistress. And Warrior gladly complied.
Wherever Lizzie's father was, his heart was no longer bleeding. His decision had been sound. My child, he repeated, smiling inwardly.
Lizzie turned to kiss Darcy good night, "Do you have a nose bleed?"
He grinned, "I like being married, as long as I get a goodnight kiss. Nose bleed?"
"Yes, you have dried blood by your lips."
"Not that I remember," but his mouth still tasted the ambrosia. A knowledge came to him. He had taken Lizzie's blood. Why? Were they vampires?
He heard a chuckle in his head, "No. But now you can watch Elizabeth better, you will feel her, and can find her. It is part of your nature when you love someone, it happens."
"Who are you, the hawk? Jak? The puppy?" Probably the hawk, he decided and heard another chuckle.
Lizzie laid her head on his chest, and her leg crossed over him. She used him as a long pillow.
He wrapped his arm around her, "I love you," he whispered. "I love you, my Lizzie."
"You are not as proud as I believed. You are very nice."
"You thought me proud? You didn't like me. Sleep now, tomorrow we will go to Longbourn."
Leaving Notice
The news of Lizzie's arrival came before dinner. Mr. Bennet announced it at dinner time.
"That girl, from one man to another, no decent mourning time, indeed knows who her mother was," Mrs. Bennet observed.
"Mrs. Bennet, hold your tongue. You hardly have a right to speak. This is a good time as any to let you know, I have been invited to reside at the Fitzwilliams. I will be going a few days after they go back."
Jane cried, "But father, what about us?"
"You two are also invited."
"You are married, did you forget?" Mrs. Bennet told him haughtily.
"I didn't, you did. The girls should know, I have solicited a divorce. My brother has taken the petition to the House of Lords. Mrs. Bennet, you know why; you don't want me to say it in front of our daughters, do you?" Mr. Bennet remembered.
Fanny Bennet was again entertaining at home, and he found her with a high ranking officer. He recognized the captain from long ago, at early dawn in her room.
He looked at both half-naked, "Madam, at my house, with your daughters at home? Sir, leave, I know how to use a gun; don't make me."
When the officer left, Thomas Bennet looked at his wife, "No entertainment from now on, when we are gone, you can do it. Your reputation will be destroyed; selfish woman, did you think of our daughters?"
That happened several weeks ago. Hence, Mrs. Bennet thought he would put it behind, as he had done before; she guessed he hadn't. "I will be destitute."
"No, you can stay here, brother Gardiner will send you funds, for you and Lydia and Kitty. I cannot bring them with me, they cannot comport themselves, your fault. My dinner is spoiled, excuse me." He should have ended this long ago. He stayed for the daughters, but he couldn't be cuckold once again. Enough was enough.
Jane and Mary were shocked. But knew her mother had been drinking around the officers. A disgrace, or maybe not, they would be gone to be with their sister.
Lydia laughed, "Go to the stuffy fools."
Mr. Bennet shook his head, "That is why you will stay here. I wish it there could be another way."
At Pemberley, the express arrived at near dawn. He read it, "Come immediately, need your help. Bring Fergus with you; and watch for Bartlett, he means bad. Come under pretenses..." He went to get Fergus and readied to leave.