WARNING: Explicit content...just thought I'd let you all know in case you don't like reading that type of thing...

Nothing is mine...well at any rate nothing ORIGINAL is mine...the new stuff is...lol

Authors note:

Kepler And Carey: No I did not have that written yet, I just let the inspiration hit me, and it did BIG TIME! And yes, Darcy was already looking...but the rest you'll have to read...lol!

Chapter 3

"Excuse me, but did you just say you found them? Charles I beg you, who did you find?" Elizabeth asked with a strained voice, trying not to get overly excited. "Why Miss Bennet, you sister and Wickham, of course. When Darcy heard of the elopement, he immediately set to action, doing everything he could to find them. The trail had barley begin to cool when he sent a search party after them, and found traces of their elopement. It was really only a matter of time until we located them. Which we did. They're holed up in London in his apartments. It is as you feared Darcy. Marriage is the only choice for them now."

"Very good Charles. You know what I want done next. See to it and make sure when it is done, they are brought back here so the Bennet family can visit with the new couple" William said, keeping his face from Elizabeth, knowing she would have an endless amount of questions, and also knowing she could easily call the deal off, and he could not fight it. 'That's what you get for being noble' he thought.

"Of course Darcy, I'll see to it presently. Miss Bennet, a pleasure as always. I believe I will see you soon. Good Day" Charles said before making his exit, feeling the tension in the air. He knew something was going on between the two of them, and he didn't want to get caught in the middle.

"Mr. Darcy, why didn't you tell me that you were already searching for them when I came to you? Why did you let me believe all was lost? Are you trying to hurt me like I hurt you? My refusal was an honest admission, whereas you are just being cruel and heartless. For Gods Sake man, I thought I had to sell my body for the life of my sister, and you let me believe it! How could I ever think you had changed? Your still the same proud, vain, selfish man you were when I met you! How I hate you!" She yelled, her voice breaking on the last words as tears started pouring down her face, as she was unable to stop them any longer.

"Elizabeth, please please do not cry. I was going to tell you; just not yet. I didn't expect the couple to be found so soon. You must believe me, I was just trying to better your opinion of me, and I felt the only way I could was to keep you here with me. I was never going to actually make you submit to me bodily, ever. I swear it to you. Please stop crying, I can't bear it" he said as he stared at her, wanting to comfort her, but not knowing if she would allow it. He slowly walked up to her, taking her shoulders in his hands, her sobs racking through her shoulders, making him shake with the force of them.

He removed her hands, which were covering her face, and took her face in his hands, making her look at him. "Elizabeth, I love you. You must know I would never do anything intentionally to hurt you. I couldn't. It would hurt me more than you. Please stop crying, or I shall have to come up with a way to make you stop."

"I don't know anything anymore. I was just starting to trust you again, and then this. I'm not crying over my loss of trust though. I cry because I had thought you were at least a gentleman, but it seems I am wrong again, and I cannot bear to think of what else I have judged to be right or good, and am wrong" she said through her tears, trying in vain to stop them.

He watched her face as so many different emotions passed over it, and couldn't bear to see the pain reflected in her eyes. He carefully lowered his head and kissed the tears off of her cheeks, then kissed each of her fine eyes, and then finally, her soft mouth. She tasted slightly salty from her tears, and mixed with her own unique flavor, sent him over the edge. He pulled her to him, crushing her into his chest, kissing her with all the passion and longing and love in him, as if he would never kiss her again. She whimpered, and he stopped, pulling away thinking he hurt her, only to have her pull his head back down for another breathtaking kiss that shattered his world.

He had never felt anything like this before, like the earth was moving, like the room was spinning, and only the two of the existed. She was everything he had ever dreamed of, anything he could ever want. He ran his hand down the front of her bodice, finding the buttons and slowly unbuttoning the first one, and then the second and third, his fingers dipping inside to feel the fullness of her breast, the smooth skin, the rapid beating of her heart against his hand. He was dying, lost in her body, not knowing where he was, and he couldn't bring himself to care. The only thing that mattered was him and her and this kiss, this moment which he would remember for the rest of his life.

She was running her fingers through his hair, gripping tighter when his fingers found the tip of her breast and teased it into a peak, then leaving her mouth to kiss it, running his tongue around and around until she moaned and clutched his head to her, and he took her nipple into his mouth, suckling hard, making her knee's weak. He brought his head back up to her face, looking deep into her eyes, silently asking a question, and almost wept himself when he read the answer. He picked her up and carried her to the chaise, laying her gently down. He ran his hands along her cheeks, smoothing the hair away from her eyes. "I want you to know how much I truly love you. I want you with ever fiber of my being, but if you tell me no know, I will stop" he said, although he couldn't bear for her to day no.

"I've never felt like this before, and though I cannot say I love you, I do desire you. I can't understand it, but it is what it is, and I most definitely do NOT want you to stop" she replied, pulling his head back down and kissing him, making him moan his pleasure in having her take the lead. She did as he had taught her, running her tongue along his lips until he parted them, allowing her access to his mouth, lettin her set the pace. She tentatively touched her tongue to his, and when he moaned, she did it again, bolder this time until they were so lost in the kiss nothing else mattered to them. He resumed his exploration of her chest, his fingers trailing lower to her belly, playing with her navel, swirling his fingers around, lightly touching until she could hardly bear it. Finished with her navel, his hand went lower, playing with the curls resting above her core. She jerked her hips when his hand delved into her center, playing with the center of her pleasure. She broke the kiss to look at what he was doing, not quite believing that his hand was making her body feel this way, as if she was floating. His fingers circled faster and faster until she thought she would explode from it all. And then she did. She cried out as she reached the peak and went over crying his name over and over until she came back down to earth.

"What just happened?" she asked when she could finally speak again, her breathing not quite normal yet. "That was only one of the many ways a man can pleasure a woman, my dear. One of the simplest ways, too" he answered, his jaw tense, and his lips white with strain. "But what about you? Did you receive pleasure from that? You still look like you did when we were kissing" she said, still an innocent in this game. "Well, it is satisfying in a way to watch you receive pleasure, but in order for me to feel like you, I need something more" he replied, trying not to reveal too much and scare her away. But she was perpetually curious. "Like what? What can I do to give you the same feeling you gave me?"

As he was about to answer, a knock sounded at the door. Cursing, he threw his jacket on her and walked to the door, opening it only enough to see out of. It was Colonel Fitzwilliam with a dark look on his face, and when the door opened and he saw Darcy, his look grew darker than it was before. "Aunt Catherine is on her way. She heard that you were keeping 'That Girl' hostage and came to see if you had lost you senses. Which is what we are all wondering these days! What has gotten into you Darcy?" he yelled at his cousin, not used to Darcy behaving in this manner. "That's neither here nor there at the moment. Thank you for informing me, and if you wish, we will discuss this later. Right now, I have a few pressing items to take care of" he replied before shutting the door in the Colonel's face. He turned back to Elizabeth, to see her re-dressing herself and trying to fix her hair.

"I heard what your cousin said. Should I leave?" she asked searching the chaise for her hair pins which had come loose from her hair. "There's no time for that. We'll just have to..."

"FITZWILLIAM DARCY, WHERE ARE YOU? I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON HERE!" came a shrill voice from the hallway outside of the sitting room. "Too late" William said before the door shot open and in walked Lady Catherine DeBourgh.