The next morning, Lizzie woke up deliciously sore, with William's body wrapped around her. The curtains were closed so she could not tell what time it was. Not that she cared; she might as well spend all her life in her husband's arms.
Her husband. She marveled at the thought. She could finally call William her husband. Lizzie remembered all that had occurred the day before and she let out a soft laugh.
"Good morning, wife," William said with a sleepy voice, and nuzzled her hair.
"Good morning, husband," she replied.
"What were you laughing about?"
"Nothing in particular. Just thinking of yesterday."
"Yesterday was a fine day".
"Just fine?," Lizzie reproached and turned to face him.
"I rectify. It was splendid, marvelous," he answered, "And not just the day. The night too."
When he said those last words, he wiggled his hips and she felt his arousal pressed against her.
"What about an encore,?", William murmured on her ear.
"William, don't we have to be somewhere, at some point?," she said, thinking of their honeymoon.
"Not yet, my wife. We still have plenty of time," he responded and proceeded to love her once more.
They spent the rest of the morning enjoying the hot tub and the other amenities of their cabin. Eventually, they showered, got dressed and went to a local bistro for lunch.
"How's your first day of married life so far?," William asked.
"So far, so good. I have a loving husband, whom I adore and whom has showed me his love every time he can. Except for one small thing," Lizzie replied and took a sip of her drink.
"What's that?," he questioned, perplexed.
"He hasn't told where we are going on our honeymoon."
"Oh, I see," he answered, "Maybe he just wants his wife to enjoy his surprise."
"Maybe, but I can… also… be… very… persuasive," she punctuated as her leg started to stroke his calf under the table.
"I know what you're doing, and it's not going to work," he groaned, and she pouted.
"Be patient, my love. Good things come to those who wait."
Lizzie sighed before answering, "I know, you got me."
"Yeah, I got you. So, it's true," he replied with a smirk and Lizzie recognized she was not going to win.
After their meal, they walked back to the cabin. William had not stopped caressing Lizzie's wedding band. Now, he was hers, and she was his. And maybe it was time to put her out of her misery.
"Are you ready to go?," he casually asked her when he opened the cabin's door.
"Yes!," Lizzie shouted and ran upstairs to the master bedroom. William laughed and sprinted behind her.
Lizzie packed in no time while William called their driver. By the time the car arrived, they were ready to go. Once they were inside the car, he asked, "Lizzie, do you trust me?"
"Always."
"Then let me do this," he said and pulled her scarf from her neck. Lizzie raised an eyebrow and immediately understood his purpose.
"Really?"
"Really. Please."
Lizzie sighed and nodded, and William wrapped the scarf around her eyes. Blindfolded, she felt him shift in the seat and pulling her to him. Being on his lap definitely made the ride short.
"Come love," William said when the car stopped and helped her out of the car without removing the scarf.
"Okay, so this is one of my surprises for our honeymoon," he explained as he untied the knot.
Lizzie blinked a couple of times, adjusting her eyes to the light and then, they focused on the plane in front of them.
"What do you think?," he asked.
"It's…. big and… white."
"It's ours."
"What do you mean "ours"?"
"I bought it."
"You bought a plane?!"
"Yes, I did."
Lizzie's jaw fell open.
"You don't like it…"
"Ah…"
"Lizzie..."
"Ah…"
"Please, say something."
"Can we afford it?"
"Yes," William laughed.
"Why did you buy a plane now?," she asked.
"After the embellishment problem, when I was in Boston, my only thought was to come back home, to you. I am patient man, but it almost killed me when I had to wait for the first flight available to San Francisco."
"I thought about this a lot and I believe it is a good investment. Now, we can travel anytime we want, without worries. Because I want to travel a lot with you," William continued.
"Our family can use it too. Your parents can come and visit. Our sisters too. And, of course, we can also use it for work related trips."
She loved that he had said "our family" to refer to her parents and sisters.
"Oh, William, that's very thoughtful and nice of you. Thank you."
"So, do you approve?"
"I need some time to adjust to the idea, but, yes, I approve," she concluded. She reached out for him and kissed on the lips.
"Good, I'm glad," he answered. He knew that buying a plane was not a simple purchase, and he hoped that Lizzie would not be upset about the surprise.
Before their wedding, they had had a discussion about money. Lizzie was not poor but she was not as rich as William. She had just recently paid off her student loans and was very cautious about money. He had at the end convinced her to have access to his checking account. If he was going to share his life with her, he also wanted to share what he had.
William thanked their driver again, who had already unloaded the car, and led Lizzie inside the plane. He introduced her to the crew, the pilot and copilot, David Padilla and Rachel Lawrence, and their airhostess, Carrie.
As she stepped into the plane, Lizzie admired the interior. It had five rows of big, comfortable seats and a couch with a table in front of it. At the end, there was a wall that divided the space, but the door was closed and she could not see what was in there.
"Come on, sweetheart," he said, "I can show you the rest of the plane later. The sooner we settle, the sooner we can leave."
Lizzie obeyed and sat where he pointed. William exchanged a couple of words with the captain and then sat next to her, fastening his seat belt.
"Now, the next part of the surprise," he announced as the plane started moving, "Our first stop."
"First stop?!", Lizzie exclaimed.
"Yes. Look," he said and passed his cellphone to Lizzie.
She saw the screen and gasped.
"We are going to Pemberley?!"
William had shown Lizzie pictures of his family's house in England. Several times, he had wished he could take her to that place, but never found the time. But now, their honeymoon was the perfect opportunity.
"I love it!," Lizzie said and leaned over to kiss her husband. William smiled and reciprocated the gesture.
Lizzie was more excited that she could tell. It was the first time she was leaving her country, and the continent. More than that, she was thrilled that she was finally going to visit a place that had an important piece in William's history.
"And since we are making the trip, we are also going to London," William added.
"London!"
"Yes, I knew how much you wanted to go. You love England, apparently."
"No more than I love you," Lizzie replied, "Thank you, William."
"You're welcome, Elizabeth."
William took her hand in his for takeoff. They were talking about their wedding when Carrie told them that they could unfasten their seat belts if they wanted to.
"Do you want a tour?," William asked and Lizzie nodded.
He walked past the rows of seats and the couch and opened the back door. He let Lizzie enter first and smiled in triumph when she gasped.
"I can't believe there is a bed!," she cried out.
"There is also a shower," William added casually, adding to his wife's surprise.
"Wow, William, this is… too convenient."
"Well, if we travel across oceans, it's useful to have these commodities."
"I see," Lizzie murmured, sitting on the bed, which was actually comfortable.
"And do you mind if we start using them now?," she asked playfully and rested her back on the mattress.
"Lizzie," William groaned.
"We do have a long flight ahead of us," she said, "we should find a way to pass the time."
"Aren't you afraid this time that you might be heard?," he asked and sat on the bed.
"No. We are newlyweds and we are supposed to be doing this all the time."
William just laughed at her comment, and reached for her. His lips immediately captured hers, and that led to a full make out session that lasted until the plane shook.
"What was that?," Lizzie asked, breaking apart from William.
"Turbulence?," he said uncertain.
"Mr. Darcy, we're getting into a very cloudy area, and Captain Padilla would like you and your wife seated in the main cabin," Carrie's voice sounded inside the room through the speakers.
"We should go," Lizzie said, sitting upright on the bed.
"Of course," William replied, running his fingers on his hair to make it presentable.
Lizzie looked at him and chuckled.
"Let me go ahead of you," she said.
"Why?"
"Trust me. Otherwise, it'll become too obvious what we were doing," she answered. She arranged her sweater over her shoulders, hoped that her hair was not too messy and opened the door.
William looked down at him and realized what Lizzie was referring to. Obviously, he did not want the crew to witness the effect his wife had on him, and so, he walked close to her.
He sat next to Lizzie and folded his hands on his lap. Lizzie smiled to Carrie, who was waiting for them to reappear and have the safety belts around them.
"It should pass shortly, but the captain is being cautious," Carrie said, as the plane shook again.
William nodded and looked at Lizzie. She turned to him and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Later?," he sighed.
"You bet," she answered.
They spent the next half an hour in the turbulence area, but nothing major happened.
"What do you want to do now?," Lizzie asked once the pilot announced they could get up.
"We could watch a movie, or you know…," William said and moved his head towards the end of the plane.
"Wow, you are truly insatiable, my husband."
"Only when it comes to you, my wife," he answered, and was ready to take her to the room again when Carrie offered them a drink and some appetizers. She also asked them about their preference for dinner.
Lizzie was still struck that she could have those commodities, but decided that since it was her honeymoon, she should enjoy them. Carrie took their orders and left them.
"I just remembered something," Lizzie suddenly said, "Lydia emailed some pictures from the wedding. Do you want to see them?"
"Of course," William answered.
Lizzie unlocked her tablet and checked her email for the pictures, using the plane's Internet connection.
"I'm surprised she even managed to send me something, considering what state she was in yesterday," Lizzie noted.
"I saw. She and Gigi were having a really good at the party. But it was a good thing that Sidney and Mary were there to… help them."
"I know… Look! Oh my God, you looked so handsome!," she said and shared her screen with him. William was standing underneath the flowered arc, smiling, but definitely not looking at the camera or the guests.
They scrolled through the rest of the photos, laughing at the memories and the moments preserved. She did not know how her little sister had found the time to take some many pictures, but it was grateful. Lydia's pictures were lively and casual in comparison to the formal that the photograph had taken of the bridal party and else.
There was a picture of Fran Bennet with her eyes shut and handkerchief covering her mouth, and Thomas' amorous arms around her. Lizzie smiled when she saw the love that existed between her parents after all their years of marriage and she knew that she was going to have that with William.
There was another photo of the moment right before the officiant had declared them married. Somehow, the picture captured their immense happiness; she could see it on their faces.
"You know, when I saw the tears in your eyes, I was very touched," Lizzie noted, looking at the last picture where her hand was on her husband's cheek.
"I didn't think I was going to cry, but seeing you in that beautiful wedding dress, ready to marry me…," William explained, "That was the culmination of all my dreams and hopes."
"Love," Lizzie sighed and put her head on his shoulder.
"That's just the way I feel about you, Elizabeth."
"And I feel the same way about you. Remember my vows?"
"I could never forget them. You said you were lucky because I was able to love you again and asked you to marry me," he said, "But the truth is that I was the lucky one because you said yes."
All of the sudden, Lizzie got up and said, "That's it. I can't take the things you say."
"What?!," William asked, disoriented by the sudden turn of the conversation.
"Come on," she ordered, taking his hand and making him stand up and follow her.
When he guessed her intentions, he turned quickly to see if Carrie had looked at them. However, she seemed very focused on the book she was reading.
Soon, they reached the bedroom, and Lizzie locked the door behind it.
"Now who's the insatiable one?," he joked.
"Only when it comes to you, my love," she replied and pushed him to the bed to finish what they had started.
Three hours later, Lizzie was sleeping with her head on William's chest, and her left hand over his stomach.
William could not sleep, despite being exhausted after the multiple rounds of lovemaking. How could he, when the love of his life, his wife, was in his arms, and her engagement and wedding rings kept distracting him?
What he had said before was accurate. Elizabeth Bennet, dressed in white, walking the aisle to him was all he had ever longed for. He was not aware that he could love that much until he had found her again in his life.
He sighed, content, and brushed a lock of hair from her face. He knew that Lizzie liked to watch him sleep, and she knew that he did that as well. If he thought back to the times when he had been with other women, the feelings and sensation were completely different. When he once used to have nightmares, now, being with Lizzie gave him peace and tremendous joy.
He was lost in his thoughts when there was a shy knock on the door. Lizzie stirred but did not wake up. William untangled himself from her and got off the bed as quietly as possible.
He was putting on his clothes when there was another knock. He heard Lizzie groaning and he hurried up.
"Yes?," he asked as he opened the door.
"Oh, excuse me, Mr. Darcy," Carrie replied a little blushed, "I just wanted to know if you would want your dinner now. Everything has been ready for… some time now and…"
She stopped and moved aside so that William could see the table. There were candles, a small vase with flowers, wine glasses and the rest of the tableware on it.
"Thank you very much, Carrie," he responded, "we will be out soon."
"Perfect, I'll reheat your dinner then," she said and walked towards the front of the plane.
"William?," Lizzie asked, her voice still heavy with sleep.
"Hi, love."
"What happened?"
"It was Carrie, she's been waiting for us to serve dinner," William answered and sat on the bed next to her.
"Oh… okay. I'll get up in a second. Do we have time for a shower? I feel all sweaty," she said and stretched, triggering something inside William.
"Only if it is a quick one. She has everything ready for us. I'll wait for you outside," William responded and went to the door.
"You're not joining me?," Lizzie said, sitting on the bed.
"No. If I do, we will never eat dinner. Besides, you got your rest, but I didn't sleep."
"Were you watching me?"
"Yes…"
"Oh, William," Lizzie sighed and rolled off the bed, pulling one sheet to her body. His eyes did not leave her as she walked the short distance to where he was standing.
"I'll be out in a second. I love you," she said and kissed him in the lips.
"I love you too," William said as he watched her drop the sheet and disappear behind the bathroom door. That woman was going to be the death of him, and he could not be happier.
Six hours later, the plane finally landed in London in the early morning. One hour later, after having thanked the crew and going through immigration and customs, Lizzie and William were on their way to Pemberley.
At the terminal, they met Colin Humbert, Pemberley's housekeeper. He greeted William very enthusiastically and was very thrilled to meet Lizzie.
"Sarah is waiting for you both at the house. She wanted to make sure everything was order for you," Colin said as he showed the couple to the car.
Lizzie knew of them when William had explained that they took care of the property and managed the guests. Since William and Georgiana were busy to go to England, they had decided to rent the main house. It had been their parental grandparents' house and they definitely did not want to sell it, as it was part of their history.
"How far is Pemberley from London?," Lizzie asked once she was inside the car.
"One hour and a half, without traffic, Mrs. Darcy. East Sussex is fairly close to the capital," Colin answered from the front seat, fastening his seat belt.
"Collin, actually…," William started but stopped when Lizzie put her hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay, William," Lizzie said, "I like the way it sounds."
Her husband smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek.
As Collin started driving and they left the airport, Lizzie was fascinated by everything and William was glad. She kept pointing at things and gasping. When they entered the highway, William decided to share a part of the itinerary with Lizzie.
"Love, we will stay in Pemberley for a week, and then we'll go to London for another week. Does that sound good for you?"
"Yes! I'm so excited to finally go to Pemberley, but most of all, that you are going to share that part of your history with me."
"I am too," he replied and squeezed her hand.
"Hey! You told me to clean four weeks off my work schedule. What about the other two?," Lizzie exclaimed.
"Ah, that's another surprise," he answered.
"You're full of surprises. I don't know if I can take any more," Lizzie said.
"You better, because I planned this with a lot of care, and with your happiness as main goal."
"Aww, thank you."
She was dying to kiss him but did not want to do it in front of Collin.
They passed the rest of the journey chatting with Collin, until he finally announced that they had arrived to their destination.
"Welcome to Pemberley," William said to Lizzie.
A woman, around the same age as Collin, waved from the gate and opened it for the car.
Lizzie stared at the red brick house and the extensive garden, and the lake. She could not wait to explore it all.
"Good morning Mr. Darcy," Sarah said when William and Lizzie got off the car.
"Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Darcy. My name is Sarah."
"The pleasure is mine," Lizzie replied, not bothering to correct her.
"Would you like something to eat? Or perhaps a tour of the house?," Sarah asked.
"Sarah, they must be tired, they just arrived this morning," Collin interjected, "Maybe they want to rest for a while."
"No, Collin, we are fine. We had a nice flight and we slept in the plane. I'd love to see the house," Lizzie noted.
"Then, follow me," Sarah said smiling.
"Well, I'll be in the kitchen to take care of lunch. Please, let me know if you need anything," Collin said.
Lizzie thanked them both, took William's hand and they entered Pemberley together.
Sarah was an excellent guide. She told Lizzie how the house used to be an iron mill from the early 17th century. Later on, the buildings had been transformed into the main house and the gardener's house.
Sarah showed them the drawing room, the sitting room, the dining hall, the family room, and the study. There were also three guest rooms and four bathrooms. She saved the best for last, the master bedroom. It was not as big as their bedroom in their house in San Francisco, but it was cozy and had a terrace with a beautiful view of the lake.
"And the only room you have not seen is the kitchen, but I guess you must be hungry so we can go there now," Sarah suggested.
Lizzie wished she could stay in that room longer and appreciate the view, but her stomach was in need. They had had an early breakfast in the plane and had not eaten anything since then.
The kitchen was modern but still had traces of its past. With Collin, there was a young woman who introduced herself as Gabrielle, his younger daughter, who was still in secondary school.
Collin had set everything in the main dining room for lunch, but Lizzie insisted that he and his family accompanied her and William, as she wanted to know more about them.
After a nice lunch, Lizzie and William went outside and walked around the property.
"I've only been here for a couple of hours and already love it. Why did your grandparents ever leave?"
"Well, my grandfather had a dream and had the opportunity to make it true in the U.S. They travelled back often, and after my parents took charge of Pemberley, they retired here. When they died, my father inherited it. And then... well... it became Georgiana's and mine."
"Oh, I'm sorry, love, I did not mean to make you sad."
"I'm okay, Lizzie. I'm glad you are here, at last."
They walked around more and explored the rest of Pemberley, including the lake. William got Lizzie in the small boat and he rowed to the middle of it. The weather was not very cold so they stayed there for a long time, just relaxing.
At the end of that day, the time difference got to them and after dinner, they went straight to their room.
"What do you think of your first day of our honeymoon?," William asked from the bed.
"It was great. I don't know how many times I said I loved this place," Lizzie replied from the bathroom, "but I can't believe how sleepy I feel now."
"It's just the time difference; tomorrow will be better."
Lizzie exited the bathroom and William smiled at the sight.
"Oh, sweetheart, I love that on you."
Lizzie laughed and looked at the Harvard t-shirt she was wearing. After their first night together, that shirt became one of her favorite to sleep in. And now she felt so tired that she had only thought of wearing something comfortable.
"Do you prefer this to lingerie?," she asked.
"I've told you, I like more what's underneath."
"Then I shouldn't have brought all that sexy lingerie I got in my bachelorette party."
William gaped and Lizzie laughed once more.
"I was just teasing! Don't worry, you will see it," she said and got into the bed.
"Looking forward to it," William replied and placed an arm around her waist.
"I love you, Lizzie."
"I love you too."
They spent the next couple of days exploring the countryside of Sussex. William caught Lizzie off guard once more when he drove Collin's car. They visited the famous white cliffs, Brighton and some of the sandy beaches of the area.
Lizzie did not expect to see those landscapes in England and was amazed. William had not had the opportunity to visit those areas before, and he was enjoying them as well.
One afternoon, when they were walking around the Seven Sisters Country Park, it started to rain.
"We should probably head back to the car," William said.
"No, wait! I have to tell you something," she exclaimed and stopped him.
"What?!"
"William, the past year and ten months have meant a lot to me. You have become such an important part of my life, my best friend, my lover, and my husband…"
He recognized the words from that magical night when they had finally declared their feelings for each other, and smiled.
"William, I am desperately and hopeless in love with you," she said, looking directly into his eyes.
As he had done that night, he did not answer but kissed her. With one hand, he cradled her head, and with the other drew her closer to him. Their kiss just increased in intensity; the rain did not matter to them.
When they finally broke apart, he said in her ear: "Elizabeth Bennet, I am yours forever."
Lizzie grinned at him and kissed him again. It was not until they heard thunder approaching that they separated and ran, hand in hand, back to the car. They were both laughing, enjoying that carefree moment.
"Can I ask what inspired that?," William asked when they were safely inside the car.
"Nothing... Just the fact that I get to spend the rest of my life with the man I adore," Lizzie answered, "besides, you can't have too many kisses under the rain."
Before she had a chance to add something else, William covered her lips once more.
"Let's go home," she murmured when he finally stopped. William did not need to hear more and drove back to Pemberley.
It was still raining there and both exited the car running to get to the house. William did not give Lizzie a chance to do anything and as soon as they were inside the house, she was in his arms.
"William!", she screamed.
"I've been waiting to do this again since our wedding night," he said.
"Will…," she sighed and caressed his cheek. He carried her directly into the bathroom, and in an instant, their clothes were gone and they managed to get under the shower.
The Humbert family did not see them until dinnertime.
"Wake up, my love,"
Lizzie groaned and buried her face on the pillow.
"Is it time?," she mumbled.
"Yes, Lizzie, it is," he said as he moved her hair from her face, "Happy birthday."
She moved slightly but that was enough for William to kiss her on the lips.
"Mmm… Happy birthday to me indeed," she said.
"Don't you want to open your present?," he asked.
"William, we agreed on no birthday presents this year…"
"And you broke that agreement when you gave me the tie that I wore to our wedding."
"Only because I knew it would look so good on you."
"Well, now it's my turn to give you something,"
"But I don't need anything. You are all I want," she said, grabbing his arm and making him fall into the bed.
"Lizzie, we're going to be late," he replied, as they were leaving Pemberley for London that day.
"Shh… It's my birthday and I want you now," she stated. Obviously, William did not have any objections, as he could not deny anything to his wife.
When they finally made it out of their room, Sarah and Collin were waiting for them in the kitchen. They had prepared a special goodbye breakfast for both of them.
Sarah was sad to see the Darcy's leave, particularly because she had become used to their presence and she could see how happy Mrs. Darcy made her employer.
"I'll take you to London when you are ready," Collin said as soon as he finished eating.
"Thank you, Collin," William replied, "we'll get our bags and we can be on our way."
It did not take long for them to be ready, and said goodbye to Sarah and Gabrielle, with the promise of returning soon.
"So, where is my other gift?," Lizzie asked on the way to London.
"Other gift?"
"Yeah, I got one already, and you talked about another one."
"Well, now, you are going to wait until we get to London."
"Really?"
"No, not really," William replied, and got a package out of his bag, "Happy birthday, again."
"Thank you," she answered. She carefully unwrapped the gift and smiled when she saw what it was inside.
"William, it's so pretty!," she added. He had given her a navy blue dress with printed flowers and a beaded belt.
"Thank you, love."
"Now you have something to wear tonight."
"Tonight? What are we doing tonight?"
"We are going out for dinner, to celebrate your 29th birthday."
"Best one ever!"
William smiled, satisfied with his efforts.
"By the way, you hadn't told where we are staying in London," Lizzie said.
"In a hotel near Hyde Park," William started and told her what he had planned for them.
They said goodbye to Collin again when they arrived to their hotel, and Lizzie did not have time to look around the room they were staying in because William led her outside so they could start their tour of the city.
They came back to the hotel in the evening, where they quickly changed for dinner. Lizzie put on her new dress, and admired her husband in his sharp suit.
William had made reservations at one restaurant that had a great view of the Big Ben, the Parliament, and the river, and Lizzie was enchanted.
They talked, they ate and they even danced, as there was a band in the restaurant. They remembered their first night together and their dances at their wedding. A couple of hours later, Lizzie told her husband that she was ready to leave.
"I hope you enjoyed your birthday," William said when they were in the warmth of their room.
"Yes, William, a lot! Thanks for dinner; it was fantastic, and the view…," she replied.
"You're very welcome. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Now, could you help me with the zipper, please?," she asked, turning her back to him.
"Of course."
As he opened the zipper, he discovered the soft skin of her back that he knew all too well and then something that was new. When the dress laid at her feet, he exhaled and, placing his hands on her hips, he turned her around.
"I can't believe you kept this hidden from me," he said. Lizzie was wearing a dark blue lace corset that hugged her in all the right places.
"Well, not anymore," she responded.
"God, you're are so sexy."
"I feel sexy, because your love and your admiration and your respect," she grabbed him by his tie, and kissed him until he was breathless.
"Will…," she sighed.
"Yeah?"
"Make love to me."
They visited all the museums they could, they rode the London Eye, they walked across all the bridges, and ate the famous fish and chips.
One day, when they were walking around Piccadilly Circus, William suddenly stopped in front of one of the stores.
"Lizzie, you should go inside."
"What did you say?," she asked as she turned around and finally saw what William was talking about.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes. You never know when you are going to need a bathing suit," he responded, "Like that one, for example."
She looked at the piece of clothing he was pointing at and smiled.
"Does that mean that we are going somewhere hot, preferably with an ocean?"
"Maybe…"
"Okay, are you coming in with me?," she asked.
"No, surprise me."
"I won't take long."
"I'll wait here."
Lizzie entered the shop and quickly asked one of the attendants to see and try the bathing suit that William had pointed at. She knew why he had liked it. It looked like lace, and it was her favorite color.
Lizzie was ready to pay when she noticed another bathing suit. It was probably something that she would wear before but now she wanted to try something different.
It was a black bikini, with beading. It was a little smaller of what she would usually wear, but she liked it and it fitted her. If William wanted to be surprised, then she was definitely going to with that bikini.
"Wow, you're quick," William said when she joined him in the street.
"Well, I knew what you wanted."
"Great, I can't wait to see it on you."
"And you will. Now, let's go, we still have a lot of things to see."
"So, were London and Pemberley everything you expected?," William asked. Their week at London had reached its end and they were back in their plane for the next part of their honeymoon.
"Yes, and more," Lizzie answered, shifting in her seat so she could face him.
"And now, are you ready for our next stop?"
"Of course! Where are we going now?"
"See for yourself," William said and once again gave her his phone.
"Wow! Where is this place?"
"The Riviera Maya."
"William, I don't think I will ever stop saying 'Thank you'. You are truly spoiling me."
"I think that's part of my job description as your husband."
"Then, excellent job," Lizzie ended and kissed him quickly on the cheek.
"Is that all I get?," he teased.
"Nope… Just wait until we can get out of these seats, and then I'll show you how grateful I am."
Eight hours later, they landed in Cancun. As William had explained during the flight, they still had to drive two more hours to get to their final destination.
William had rented a house on the beach in the Riviera, south of Cancun. When he had found the property, he had immediately booked it. It was in an amazing location, and the house was beautiful and somewhat isolated, which provided the privacy he wanted.
Lizzie was very excited and could not wait to see the sea that seemed very different to the one she had seen in England. At the airport, they had received some brochures about the different attractions in the area, and she was already thinking about all the things they could do.
"We have to go to these ecological parks and scuba diving. And the archeological sites."
"Don't worry, Lizzie. We will, we have the time," William said. He had not shown her the pictures of the house but was very sure that once she saw it, she would not want to leave.
Finally, William stopped at an electric gate and entered a key on a pad and the gate opened. He drove until they reached the building. They got off the car and were greeted by a woman and a man.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Darcy, Welcome. My name is Celeste, and I will be your host. And this is Miguel, our chef," the woman said with a light Mexican accent.
William and Lizzie shook their hands and Lizzie responded their greetings in Spanish. She had learnt it during high school and college, yet did not have a chance of practicing afterwards.
Celeste offered to show them the house, and Lizzie asked if she could continue to speak Spanish. Surprisingly, Spanish was not one of William's strength so he let Lizzie take the lead. Besides, he knew more than her about the house.
When she finally saw the sea and its unbelievable color, Lizzie gasped.
"William, it's so pretty!"
"Look at those colors, all those different shades."
"The pictures did not make it justice."
"No, they didn't." It was much better of what he had expected.
Celeste had to regain their attention to continue. She showed the kitchen and explained that Miguel could be there or that he could prepare the meals and let them ready for them, on case they did not need him.
All the different rooms were decorated with the same clean and nice taste. When they reached the master bedroom, Lizzie was again taken aback by the view.
"Le gusta la vista?," Celeste asked.
"Me encanta," Lizzie responded.
The king size bed faced a big balcony, which in turn faced the sea. Lizzie was sure that the sunrise would be spectacular.
When they came downstairs, Celeste gave them her card with her information in case they needed something or an emergency.
"Happy?," William asked Lizzie.
"Yes, this place is amazing," she responded, "Thank you again."
"You're welcome."
"So, maybe we should get change, eat and then explore the beach. What do you think?," she suggested.
"I think that's a great idea," William replied with a smile in his face.
After spending a whole day of swimming and relaxing by the sea, Lizzie and William were in the dining room, eating the last of the seafood dish that Miguel had cooked. When they were done, William suggested a walk on the beach.
The moon was bright in the sky, and the sea was calm. They were starting to feel jetlagged, but wanted to enjoy every moment of their honeymoon.
"Have I told you how much I loved your black bikini?," William said.
"Yes, too many times."
"Well, you did a good job surprising me."
"I am pleased."
William sat in one beach chair and pulled Lizzie on his lap. He started kissing her neck just the way his wife liked. Lizzie closed her eyes and breathed slowly as his hands went from her shoulders to her breasts and pulled down the strapless dress she was wearing.
"Are we alone?," she managed to ask.
"Yes, Miguel left already."
"Oh…," she sighed and turned her face to kiss him.
After a while, she was completely lying on top of him, both being half dressed.
"Come on love," he said finally, gripping her hips and making her stand.
"Where?"
"Into the sea. I want to make love to you there."
"Yes, please."
They helped each other out of the rest of their clothing and made their way to the water.
Following Lizzie's plans, they visited the Mayan ruins in the area and went scuba diving and snorkeling.
They had absolutely adored Tulum, the ruins by the sea. They took a lot of time walking around the ruins and listening to the tour guide, and then stayed most of the day at its beach, which was opened to the public.
They did not want to leave and were making the most of their stay, which meant spending most of their time at the house, and in each other arms.
There was one day when they broke their personal score. It all had started when Lizzie had woken up to see the sunrise. She was standing in the terrace, supporting herself on the railing.
"Love… come back to bed," William called still asleep.
"I'm watching the sunrise. You should come and see it."
She heard the sheets being pulled and then she felt him behind her.
"Remind me to thank Lydia for this," he said, playing with the fabric of her baby doll.
"I will, and Jane, and Gigi, and Charlotte. They'll have a blast."
"Why?"
"They said you were going to be happy with their gifts. They said so at my bachelorette party." By that time in their honeymoon, Lizzie had worn all the lingerie she had received and William had taken great pleasure in taking off of her.
William laughed and rested his chin on her shoulder, hugging her from behind. They stayed silent for a while, looking at the color changing sky.
"Wow, that was very pretty," Lizzie commented.
"I agree," William replied, "but I've seen more amazing things."
"Yeah? Like what?," she asked, realizing for the first time that he was still naked, his erection pressing at her lower back.
"You coming apart in my arms."
Lizzie trembled unconsciously by the intensity of his voice. That triggered William's actions, he quickly lifted her off the ground and took her to bed. If it had been up to him, he would have taken her in the balcony. Instead, he contended himself by making love to her in every room of the house, the pool, and the sea.
It was good thing that they had not asked Miguel to come that day.
At the end of the two weeks, they reluctantly left their little paradise, and Lizzie thanked William for the most marvelous honeymoon ever.
As sad as they were to leave, they were also excited to go back to San Francisco and start living their married life together, and making it a long, long honeymoon.
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