I fully intended to grab the bill. Sure this restaurant was incredibly expensive and it would require me to eat nothing but ramen for months but I didn't want him to just pay for everything. Particularly if this was going to develop into a real relationship. And I really wanted this to be a real relationship. However William-Sneaky-Darcy had a tab set up here so I didn't even have the chance to wrestle the check from him. Of course he did. He thought of everything. The food had been delicious. I fully intended to not eat a lot of food, this dress was as unforgiving as the hills out here in San Francisco, but it looked (and smelled) too good to not just go for it. I was glad I had. That food had been orgasmic. The theater was only a couple blocks away so we had walked over. Darcy had shyly taken my hand as we walked and a shock had run straight up my arm when our fingers touched. I was glad it was dark or my blush would be incredibly apparent.
Darcy was making my heart flutter and I couldn't imagine being anywhere but here on this date with him. He really did have a private box and we were all alone, not 20 feet from the stage, looking over everyone else directly onto the stage. We made easy small talk as we waited for the show to start. There was no fake texting in a corner to avoid socializing tonight (and not just because I left my phone at home). Darcy hadn't let go of my hand and chills ran rampant through my hand and into my forearm as his thumb stroke my palm.
The lights went down and the show began. It was brilliant. I assumed. I was a bit distracted by Darcy. He was sitting so close to me and he smelled so good! Or fingers entwined and our legs were pressed against each other. Sometime in the middle of Act Two, Darcy and I were looking into each other's eyes (effectively ignoring the play) and my heart beat in my throat as Darcy leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were soft and sweet. Tingles shot through my entire body and something in the pit of my stomach roared in approval. This was possibly the best first kiss of all time. First kisses are never good. They are always awkward and odd attempts at figuring out what this new person likes in a kiss but this was pure bliss. His lips were firm but soft and one hand was still entwined in my own as his other hand held the back of my neck, pulling me forward. My heart pounded loudly and I was sure he could hear it. The kiss continued as I gripped one suspender and pulled him close. I wanted more. I wanted more of him. I had never been the kind of girl who just gave it away on the first date! I made George Wickham wait for weeks before I got any further than kissing and even then I didn't go all the way with him! (And looking back at what he did to Gigi I can't help but say how glad I am about that!) But Darcy, I was falling for him. And the chemistry between us was unarguably the kind of thing you read about in Regency novels. Luckily, I wasn't a nineteenth century girl. I was allowed to kiss him and take him home and lie to Gigi and Fitz about it tomorrow. And that was exactly what I wanted to do.
Darcy moved to kiss my neck, taking full advantage of our private box and the dark that enveloped us.
"When does this show end?" I murmured in his ear.
"There are two more acts." he admitted
"Are you kidding me?" I whisper-groaned. I could not wait that long.
"Lizzie Bennet you should know that I have never said this before nor did I ever plan on saying this," He paused and smiled at me, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Do you want to get out of here?" It was all I could do to keep from laughing out loud as I hurriedly grabbed my tiny purse and nodded emphatically.
"Oh God yes." I murmured as Darcy took my hand and led me rather quickly out the door. We giggled liked school children as we rushed down the steps of the theatre and made our way to the street. Darcy hailed a cab and I couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed by how I was hanging all over Darcy. We had enough wine at dinner that we were pleasantly tipsy but we weren't drunk. And yet here we were acting like two drunks hanging on each other and kissing in the street as we waited for a cab to come around. As we hopped in Darcy gave his address without a second thought and turned back to look at me. His right hand reached forward and cupped my face. I leaned into his touch ever so slightly as his thumb caressed my cheek.
"Lizzie." His voice whispered my name as he leaned in for yet another kiss. It was soft at first, quiet but firm. The kiss continued on sweetly for a few bliss filled minutes before I pressed forward and deepened it. His tongue ran along my lip and I let him in eagerly. We explore each other's mouths, too busy, too happy to care that the foreign cab driver was certainly watching out of the corner of his eye and forming certain judgments about us. If he knew who Darcy was, and a lot of people here in San Francisco knew who Darcy was, I was most likely being portrayed as the slutty gold digger but suddenly Darcy's tongue was pressed against mine and I couldn't be bothered to spare anyone else a second thought. The cab pulled up to the Darcy micro-mansion and Darcy threw what I can only assume was a generously tipped fare over the seat as he pulled me from the cab and we kissed our way to the front door. This was it. I was pressed against Darcy and my heart was pounding in my chest, flutters and sparks shooting through my body. I was hot and cold all at the same time. I was happy. I was blissfully and completely happy. And I hadn't felt like this in a long time.
A/N: *whistles* woot woot! Yay Dizzy! So excited about this-hope you all enjoy it! Please Review!