A/N:Wow I mean it has been well over a year since I updated this fic but I guess I sort of lost motivation for it since TLBD finished and I thought well I think I've ended this on an okay place anyway. Even so I had the first part of this, like the first paragraph, written since the last chapter came out but never had any inspiration to finish it. But then today I was like wow what if this happened and then wrote it. So enjoy, I don't know if there is much demand since the series is long over but I hope you enjoy this. Also unsure if this fic deserves a higher rating now? But there's nothing too explicit mentioned. You'll just have to read and let me know. Enjoy.
Lizzie sat by her desk, the mouse poised on the replay button of her latest video. The incident that had occurred not long after was still fresh on her mind. And, if she was being perfectly honest, the thing that she wanted to keep replaying.
But Elizabeth Bennet was far from perfectly honest, so instead she settled for rewatching her video for the millionth time.
The door suddenly started to open, Lizzie scrambled to exit the webpage before anyone could catch her wallowing. Not that she would admit she wallowed.
"Hey Lizzie." Gigi said, her voice bright and cheery.
"Oh, hey Gigi." Lizzie replied, not managing to quell her blush or quite capture the breezy tone she was looking for.
"What ya doing?" She said, leaning over Lizzie's chair to look at the computer screen.
"Nothing." Lizzie said, too quickly, hastily turning the monitor off.
"Okkaayyy." Gigi said, not sounding convinced at all but deciding to drop it. For now.
"Anything up specifically or were you just here to shove your brother into me?" Lizzie joked, spinning round on her chair so she was facing the brunette.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Gigi protested, her eyes sparkling knowingly. "Anyway, we had plans to have lunch?"
"Right. Right. Sure." Lizzie murmured distractedly, standing up and gathering her bags around her. "Sorry Gigi, I've just been a bit..."
She struggled to find an appropriate ending to the sentence.
"I know right." She replied perkily. "But you can make it up to me at lunch, how do you feel about that Polish cafe? I am craving me some dumplings."
Lizzie laughed, "Sure, but I still don't understand why we don't just eat here. I mean, I'd get it if the food was rubbish but Pemberley employs five star chefs."
"Because that Lizzie Bennet, would be boring." She grinned mischievously, linking her arm through Lizzie's to pull her out of the office. "And I am anything but boring."
"You can say that again."
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It wasn't long before Lizzie and Gigi were positioned opposite each other in a cosy booth in the cafe just around the corner, conversing over bowls of hot soup.
"So..." Gigi began, spearing a dumpling with her fork. "I heard you got stuck in a lift with my brother."
Like an automatic reaction Lizzie dropped her spoon, it clattered into soup bowl as her cheeks flared a tell-tale red.
"I was wondering when you'd bring that up."
"So…" Gigi prompted, "What happened?"
Lizzie narrowed her eyes, analysing the younger girl to see if she knew. Clearly she knew part of the truth but she wondered how much her brother had divulged. She came to the conclusion that Gigi couldn't possible know, she was acting far too reserved to have just found out that Darcy and Lizzie had... had...
"Nothing happened." Lizzie settled on.
"Right." Gigi replied, her eyes searching across Lizzie for any clues. "That's what he said."
"Exactly." The middle Bennet said, picking up her spoon again.
"But my brother is full of shit." Gigi said, leaning closer. "And so are you."
"Gigi..." Lizzie sighed, her voice weary and long suffering.
"Lizzie..."
"He gave me a lift home?" She offered, shrugging.
"And that's all?" Gigi said wryly, suspicion written across her face.
"That's all." Lizzie nodded, trying to keep her tone light and casual but firm.
"Dammit Lizzie Bennet why do you have to make everything so hard?" The younger girl groaned frustratedly.
"Excuse me I'm not making anything hard you're the one who keeps throwing me, literally and figuratively, at your brother."
Gigi gave an admittedly quite adorable pout but it didn't stop Lizzie from glaring across the table.
"Oh pooh you ruin all the fun." Gigi laughed. "Couldn't you have just lied to me? Told me you and William had some hot torrid love affair in the elevator? Or a kiss at least give me something to gloat about."
"Gigi!" Lizzie admonished, cheeks flaming up as Gigi's words forced her to picture herself and Darcy in a number of compromising position. The thing was it wasn't exactly difficult for her to picture it because she now had more knowledge of the inside of Darcy's mouth than she ever thought was possible and had she actually untucked his shirt and touched his bare skin. The thing was, as she pictured those things, it was hard to deny that far from finding them disgusting she actually felt a small shiver of excitement. Don't forget the excruciating embarrassment too. "Nothing happened. Now can we change the subject to something slightly more interesting please?"
Gigi couldn't help but pout again but was happy enough to change the subject.
"Sooooo," She twirled her fork in the air. "You. Me. And a karaoke bar? Some alcohol some fun some really bad power ballads. How's it sound? Tonight at 9:30?"
"Sure." Lizzie said, deciding to let go because she knew it was inevitable Gigi would drag her anyway. It could be a good way to forget about what had happened so she couldn't see the harm in accepting. "I'll be there."
And that was that.
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"Hey Gigi?" Lizzie shouted from across the street, spotting the bubbly brunette pacing back and forth outside the bar.
"Lizzie!" Gigi all but squealed, enveloping her friend in a breath stealing hug. "Are you ready to get your tequila on?"
"God help me but yes." She half groaned half laughed, squeezing Gigi back.
It was around the fourth or fifth drink that Lizzie began to realise her inhibitions were completely shot when she found herself up there singing a terrible pop song all by herself. Sure maybe one or two drinks in Lizzie had gotten up to perform a lively 90s ballad with Gigi but it was only now she was performing this awful song solo with more enthusiasm than she had thought she possessed.
"Go Lizzie!" Gigi shouted, leaning over to the bartender to order two more shots.
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The room was definitely spinning for Lizzie at this point and probably Gigi too as the two girls tried to lean into each other and make it into the cab. The driver seemed remarkably unimpressed but when the youngest Darcy promised him extra money for his troubles he had no problem in shrugging and getting the car on the road.
"Shouldn-"Lizzie stopped to hiccup, her head in-between her legs. "Shouldn't have let you get me so drunk. Bad. Bad Gigi. Bad Lizzie."
"Shh." Gigi whispered laughingly, sounding a lot soberer than Lizzie which was suspicious considering how petite the younger girl was. "You're fine. It was just a bit of fun right."
"Mmm." Lizzie lifted her head up and against the leather seat were it lolled around before coming to rest on Gigi's neck. "Need to tell you thing Gigi."
"And what's that?" The sparkle in Gigi's eye could almost be heard in her voice.
"I want him." Lizzie moaned sounding genuinely devastated. "Its stupid stupid stupid but I want him."
"Who do you want lizzie?" Gigi said urgently, her voice rising with barely contained excitement.
"I want-"
"We're here." The cab driver cut off Lizzie's declaration, much to Gigi's annoyance, as they had come to a stop right outside the Darcy residence.
"Listen Lizzie, why don't you stop here tonight? We have plenty of spare rooms and I don't want to send you home in the state you're in okay?" Gigi said with genuine concern lacing her voice, although of course there was a little hint of mischief there too.
"Okay thank you Gigi." Lizzie murmured, stumbling as she got out the car. "You're such a good friend."
"I try Lizzie." She said, coming round the side of the car so that together they could both stagger up to the front door.
Lizzie had too much alcohol in her system to truly comprehend what was happening because if she had been any less drunk she would have insisted on going straight home for fear of her boss seeing her in this state but she was tired and the Darcy's had a fabulously home with probably the comfiest beds all much more readily accessible than her own apartment. So there she was stumbling across the threshold of their home at an ungodly hour of the night.
"Okay." Gigi said, letting go of Lizzie when she was sure she was okay. "The guest room is right through that door do you need me to show and help you?"
Lizzie shook her head.
"No I'm fine nighty night."
"Only if you're sure just 'cause I'm desperate for the toilet. All that alcohol went straight to my bladder I'll be right back."
But when Gigi remerged from the bathroom it was to find Lizzie nowhere to be seen. She shrugged it off and, in her semi-drunken state, simply assumed Lizzie had found the right room and gone straight to sleep.
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While it was true that Lizzie had wandered into a room no one would have quite called it the right one. In fact she had somehow managed to stumble into William Darcy's bedroom.
"Gigi?" A very sleepy voice issued from the dark mass in the middle of the room.
Darcy flicked on his bedside lamp and had to do a very genuine double take.
"Lizzie?" He asked incredulously, his voice even deeper than normal from sleep.
"Whoops, guess this isn't the guest room." Lizzie said, standing just inside the room with the doors closed.
Momentarily forgetting that he had fallen asleep in just his boxers Darcy stood up, the covers shifting off him, to make his way over to the very confused and drunk Lizzie.
"Lizzie are you alright?" He reached out to touch her arm gently hoping that it would spur some reaction or explanation as to why she was in his room at three in the morning.
What it served to do was remind him exactly of his state of undress as Lizzie looked him up and down. Suddenly blushing furiously Darcy took a few abrupt steps backward.
"I apologise profusely do you want me to get Gigi? I'm so sorry." He looked around himself for something to cover up with.
"Darcy." Lizzie said, and when he looked up from his search it was to find her face closer than he expected.
He cleared his throat, looking down at the ground awkwardly to avoid her eyes.
"I really am sorry Liz-"
But before he had a chance to finish that thought Lizzie was on him kissing him like she had been drowning and he was oxygen. Darcy's brain had a tendency to shut down whenever Lizzie touched him and this time was no exception. He felt his arms coming round to encircle her as her hands ran through his hair and scratched their way down his bare back.
Before long Darcy had stumbled backwards still holding her tightly found the back of his knees hit the bed as he fell so that Lizzie became to be straddling him whilst they kissed. His hands roamed up and down the sides of her dress before coming to rest in the red hair he'd been dreaming about ever since he had touched it last. It was incredible all crazy fireworks and nothing like kissing any other girl he had ever known.
It was only when Lizzie's hands began to creep beneath the boxers did he become aware of how excited he was and his whole mind seemed to come to its senses.
"Lizzie no." He said, breaking off from her and pulling her hand away. The reality of what had occurred (what was still occurring seeing as Lizzie was still straddling him) seemed to hit him and he felt horrified that he had let it go on so long.
"You're drunk we can't." He said more gently, still acutely aware of the position they (and he) were still in.
"But William" Lizzie said, looking confused her hand resting just above the top of his boxers. "You liked me."
He very nearly gave in when he heard her use his first name but he just couldn't. It would've been wrong in hundreds of different ways and he wouldn't have been able to live with the guilt.
"I did." He said, his voice gruff and uncomfortable. "I do Lizzie, but not like this. I want to but I don't want it like this. You don't want it at all. You're just drunk and lonely in a new city and I'm here. We can't. You'd hate me for it."
"Darcy." She began.
"C'mon." He sighed, gently pushing her off him and standing up. "I'll show you to the guest bedroom."
He prayed to god that Gigi would be nowhere to be found because he knew his little sister would go crazy if she saw him leading Lizzie out his room in the middle of the night in just his underwear.
The guest bedroom was opposite Darcy's so it didn't take long for him to slip out the room, arm slipped around Lizzie's waist purely for support and to deposit her safely in the bed.
"Goodnight Lizzie Bennet." He said, as he tucked the covers tight around her feeling a large surge of affection for the redhead rise up within him at the sight of her snuggling down into the soft pillows.
He turned to leave the room but just before he did he heard a small voice behind him.
"Night night William Darcy."
And he didn't know what she would remember in the morning or what would happen when they talked. He knew that he would feel horribly guilty, did feel horribly guilty, for kissing her back for so long when she would regret it massively if she remembered. But at that moment, with those words in his ears, he felt oddly content with the world.
A/N:Yup so that happened. Hopefully if I get time/inspiration more will be to come because I'm dying to explore the awkward morning after. Will she remember it happened? Wait and see. Really hope you liked it and don't forget to review even if you didn't. I appreciate every review good or bad and you will have my eternal gratitude for them.