Short AN: I had no intention to add to it, but it looked unfinished without E's point of view.

I'm thinking Bingley and Caroline too and maybe Lydia.

5 times Elizabeth knew exactly what was going through Fitzwilliam's mind and one time he surprised her

One

Lately he is everywhere, it's like she cannot escape him. It's not even possible to ignore him because he sticks out like a sore thumb no matter where he is or what he does.

Why did he ever come to her mother's barbeque, Elizabeth cannot even begin to imagine. She likes Charles, he's a great guy, very friendly, very sweet - without being an idiot, but the man has absolutely no taste in friends; or sisters.

Take this moment, for example. One has to wonder what Darcy was expecting to find when he came for barbeque. Elizabeth feels both repulsed by his obvious distaste for eating in such an informal setting, without a proper knife and fork, and a little protective of him in the face of her mother's eye rolls and not so subtle hints about how some people need to be waited on hand and foot.

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Two

He is, without a doubt, the most aggravating man of her acquaintance. He is constantly following her around, listening in on her conversations, always with a frown, always judging her.

The least she could do would be to oblige him, right? Give him something, right?

She looks around a little, then she turns to look back and sure enough there he is, much closer than she would have expected.

"We were ogling the studs, Mom," she says and purposefully looks everywhere else but at him. It was just the thing to get her mother going. Mrs. Bennet was moments away from spouting her words of advice, but this time Elizabeth would not be embarrassed.

And dancing is indeed foreplay; if done right, that is.

A while later Elizabeth is happy to see Jane and Charles becoming hot and heavy right in the middle of the club. Who knew shy Jane had in her? Only goes to show that there is such a thing as soul mates - nobody but Charles ever got Jane to throw caution to the wind like that.

But where is Charlie's wingman extraordinaire? She half expected him to be glued to her side all evening.

Ah, there he is. And heading towards Jane and Charles?! Is the guy completely clueless? No, he's changed his mind.

And wouldn't you know it, he is glued to her back now. His hands on her hips feel… nice? She adds a little extra something to her movements and presses back slightly. It does feel good; but then she remembers whose hands and body we're talking about here and moves away.

She's never been a chicken though and she won't be one now: she turns back towards him once and dares him to come after her, but he only frowns so she walks away.

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Three

She wasn't quite sure what he was proposing; or why.

She didn't care that he loved her and neither did she believe it. Because - what kind of love is that when the very idea of your girlfriend's family visiting is enough to make you say things like "such an attraction goes against my character, certainly against my better judgment" ?

How about you let your better judgment keep you warm at night, huh, Mr. Darcy?

She loved her family, even her mother. And even if she didn't, nobody asked the fitzwilliam bastard to like them. Nobody cared what he thought, did they?

Except that obviously Bingman did care enough to take his friend's advice and leave Jane.

And she had to admit her mother could be pretty damn awful, she drove Elizabeth nuts more often than not. Like all the curses, for example. Liz had started to swear quite early on, because her mother thought it was "vulgar" - no daughter of hers will have potty mouth. Fourteen years old Elizabeth decided that if her mother was going to be thoughtless and embarrass her in front of friends and family, then she sure as hell could do the same. So she took up swearing. Really, reaaaally mature, right? The habit stuck, of course, like all bad habits do.

She was… not proud of herself, of how she dealt with Darcy. He could get a rise out of her as easily as her mother. Funny that, huh? What does it say about her? Elizabeth always sought her mother's approval and only got criticism in response. Kind of like her relationship with Darcy? In a twisted, weird sort of way.

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Four

He was not at ease; but neither was she, obviously.

It would've been impossible.

He seemed eager to continue the acquaintance though. She was too, if she was honest. There was so much she didn't know about him: sunset or sunrise? Pizza or Thai? Destination: Void or the Saboteur series?

But, most important: straight black or with milk? And would tomorrow morning be a good time to find out? She hoped so.

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Five

Stupid, stupid, stupid Lydia! Her youngest sister, Mama's little darling, really went out of her way to attract attention to herself this time.

And all she had to say for herself was that she thought she loved George and he loved her, so of course she had to help him make some money. She would never be one to judge the people she loved. Yeah, Lydia knew how to be supportive; unlike her bitchy sisters.

Yeah, she said that and she threw in that Darcy had a mean left hook and thighs to die for. She could just picture the thoughts that went through his mind! And leave to Lydia to have touched more of him than Liz had any hope to.

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Plus One

He was so sweet; and so patient; and a complete gentleman. But she was past the sweet, had been so for some time.

With good reason, it seems: the sex had been good, more than good. For him as well, she hoped.

"This was, hands down, the best sex I ever had," he'd said and she'd laughed. She had to - both at his embarrassment for thinking out loud and his obvious desire for the earth to open and swallow him. She couldn't say quite the same thing, she'd had better, but there was great potential and she told him so.

"Nah, I'm thinking I'm gonna keep you around for a while. For research purposes; see if we can

top this."

Unless… For one awful moment she did wonder if he was uneasy not because he said it out loud, but because this was all there was to it. How ironic if now that she fell in love with him, he would treat their relationship as an extended booty call. "Just kill me now," he'd said earlier and she heartily agree with the sentiment.

And then - marry him? Marry him?!

Hell, yes! Umm, maybe.

Not maybe, that's definitely a "Yes". Really. Maybe.

It was probably stupid, they needed to talk a lot more, but she could not. Not right then. It's not easy to move from joy to despair and back to joy again in the span of only a couple of minutes. Not easy at all.

Thanks to Lyli Draco, Ansujali, Guest, and Kelila, who commented on the first installment. :3 !