-1Chapter Five-Between Fear And Sex Is Passion

"Argh! Denny is so stupid sometimes!" Lydia's voice echoed through the Bennet house as the front door slammed behind her and Cathy returned from yet another trip to Meryton.

"You can't expect him to remember everything Lydia! You have only known him a few weeks, and he was only a few days off." Cathy as usual tried to find a way to appease her sister. Lydia had always been the silly, flirtatious and impudent one, and Cathy just followed her.
"So? He should of all things remember my birthday!" Lydia stomped into the living room disturbing Lizzy from her reading as she threw herself onto an armchair with a loud "humph!" Cathy just followed and slouching on the couch turned on the TV going immediately to MTV.
"G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S your flying first class-" Fergie blared out of the TV, her voice growing louder as Lydia snatched the remote and turned up the volume.

This is why I go to the park to read, Lizzy thought shutting her book, disappointed because she had just been getting into it. A book set during Napoleon Bonaparte's revolution, it alternated from the perspective of two characters, one a naïve French farm boy who becomes Bonaparte's personal 'chicken boy' and a daring Venetian girl with webbed feet, who delighted in dressing as a boy and had a passionate affair with a married woman.

Walking into the kitchen she noticed her fathers study door was open and he was scowling in the direction of the living room where Fergie had been replaced by Justin Timbaland and her sisters exclamations of 'oh he is so hot!' and 'oh yeh, he so brought sexy back!"

"Lizzy, thank you." Daniel Bennet turned to his favourite daughter, "Thank you, and Jane too, for both being such easy people to deal with. Your sisters are easily the silliest girls I ever met. Lydia and Cathy don't have an ounce of sense between them and Mary just confuses me with all that black and her horrible music."

Lizzy grinned when she heard an indignant "I heard that!" come from the other room where a momentary lull in sound signified Lydia was channel surfing. Her grin disappeared when her mother walked in from outside, "Hear what my dear?" and then turned to chastise her husband on his censure of her darling Lydia.

Their argument of the girls' sense continued and expanded to include their continued eyeing of the men from the training grounds.

"You cannot expect them to ignore such handsome men, and when they were their training uniforms, why Daniel even I, a loving wife in her prime, cannot help but become a little distracted. " Mr Bennet rolled his eyes at Lizzy as she stifled a giggle and the argument came to a halt as Jane came downstairs from their shared room where she had been on the phone to Caroline. It was the first weekend of their holidays and Lizzy was glad to have some time away from the dreadful woman.

"Mama! Papa! Caroline has invited Lizzy and me to go and stay with her in Rye for the holidays. The whole lot of them are going, the Hursts, Will and Charles too!" Jane's eyes glazed over slightly at the thought of spending a week with Charles. "May we go? Please?"

"Of course you may go! Oh, you must get a new bathing suit, one to match your eyes so Charles will not be able to keep his eyes of you!" Mrs Bennet almost salivated at the thought of her Jane seeing Charles on a permanent basis.

"No she will not!" Daniel Bennet turned to frown at his wife, and placed a hand on Jane's shoulder before saying, "You will not be going unless Lizzy agrees to accompany you."

Lizzy sighed her eyes closed. So much for two weeks without Caroline, or that dreadful Darcy staring at her from a corner. "I will go, I would love to spend more time with them." 'Them' meaning the Hursts and Charles, but nobody needed to know that.

A few days later Lizzy and Jane were standing with a suitcase each in the entrance hall of Netherfeild.

"Wow, this room alone is bigger than our lounge!" Lizzy began poking around, checking if the flowers were real, they were, the painting was a real Picasso, it wasn't and if the oriental rug on the floor was made by one of the factories that used child labour, it was too old to tell.

"Jane darling!" Lizzy groaned and visibly deflated, her elation at finding Netherfeild to almost as beautiful as she had imagined it to be, disappearing as soon as Caroline came into the room and hands held outstretched and held close to her body she gave Jane a number of air kisses. "You look wonderful," she looked approvingly at Jane's grey skinny leg jeans and thick black jacket with a faux fur collar. Lizzy would never forgive her if she wore actual fur and she could not bear the thought of hurting an animal just so she could have a fluffy collar. "Oh, hello to you too Lizzy." Caroline sniffed as she looked at Lizzy in her knee length flowing black skirt, knee high black boots, and a cream off the shoulder jumper with a black belt about her waist. She herself wore tight black skinny leg jeans, a tank top and a loosely belted long black jumper with black fluff about the hems. Her red nails were currently black to complete her morose 'winter collection' as she called it, and her hair was also jet-black because "blacks back baby".

Thankfully, the rest of their party choose that moment to join them, with Charles enthusiastically telling them how much he was looking forward to having them on the trip. "I know its cold today, but the weather channel predicted a warm front! We may even get to go swimming." Charles beamed.

"Don't trust the weather reports, they are always wrong." Two voices said simultaneously.

Will had been watching for the Bennets arrival from his window for half an hour, and they were not even due for another ten minutes. He simply could not get Lizzy out of his head. If he closed his eyes she was there staring at him from the stage, or if he went into the 'function room'-a room with a Plasma TV, video games, laptops, a piano, guitar and pool table- he would see her bent over the pool table and beating Caroline at pool, or complaining about having to watch the OC again, or gently strumming the strings on his guitar or running her fingers over the piano, she was he had found out, very fond of music, but felt she wasn't good enough at it. Today his housemates and the twins would be going into Rye for a week, alone together. Maybe now he could work to overcome his infatuation, or better yet, see if she reciprocated them, unlikely but he was not used to being told something was impossible.

"Don't trust the weather reports, they are always wrong." Will said as he moved out of the doorway to get a closer look at Lizzy, realising that the voice echoing his was her own. They stared at each other in shock, he not believing that she would ever agree with something he had said, and she surprised that Will Darcy ever said anything that could be considered a joke.

"Shall we go?" Charles asked a strange look on his face.

"Yes, oh Jane you simply must sit with me!" Caroline hooked an arm through Janes and hurried into the middle seat of the mini van Charles had hired for the trip. Richard quickly claimed shotgun and with a shrug, Louisa got in next to her sister who explained rather loudly, "Louisa you were supposed to let Will sit there!"

With a chuckle, Lizzy turned to Will and said, "Well, I guess you're stuck with me then, unless you want me to swap with Caroline?" Her eyes danced and Will's hear raced to see her acting mischievously with him.
"No, I shall follow you." adding silently, to the ends of the earth.

Lizzy was uncomfortable, she was stuck in the back of the car with Darcy. Jane had coped out on her preferring placate Caroline who had dragged her into the car and practically belted her in, and Louisa had sat next to her sister while her husband claimed the front seat by virtue of being the oldest male. Tyrant, she had told him, realising that she was stuck with Darcy. However she had moved her irritation to the back of her mind when she realised how much it annoyed Caroline, anything, even two hours in the car with him was worth that. Besides, she had her book and that is really all she needed. So with the entire luggage in the car, courtesy of Charles and Darcy with a little bit of help from Lizzy and a lot of 'Oh Will you so strong!" from Caroline, they strapped themselves in and set off. Lizzy wasted no time pulling out her book and snuggling up as comfortably as she could in the corner with her own pillow behind her neck. She quickly became engrossed in her book and successfully tuned out Caroline who was turning around to talk to Darcy who was ignoring her, concentrating on staring out the window with his iPod in his ears.

Suddenly her reading was disturbing by the words "Somewhere between fear and sex passion is. The way there is sudden. The way out is worse." Her head snapped up, and Caroline's snapped back. Lizzy could not believe how undeniably seductive the words sounded coming out in his deep voice with its British accent. Caroline heard the word sex and wanted to know what he was talking about.

"What?" they said at the same time. Darcy was looking straight at her with a small smile on his face, undeniably amused by the fact he had shocked her.

"Somewhere between fear and sex passion is. The way there is sudden. The way out is worse." He reiterated, "It is my favourite line from the book. Trust me, I'm telling you stories." Lizzy laughed; surprised that he had read her book, while Caroline just gawked at him in confusion.
"What do fear and sex have to do with passion?" She asked glancing suspiciously between Will and Lizzy, not liking that they were talking about something she did not and could not understand.

"Sex and fear when passion is necessary, the quote simply means that somewhere in the middle you can find the needed passion, and that if you should find it, it will be abrupt, and possibly hurt, but if you were too lose it, why that would be enviably more painful." Lizzy answered still looking at Darcy who had pulled his own book out to read. Ignoring Caroline's still oblivious stare and leaned forward to see what he was reading. "No!" She said softly, disbelieving what she saw. He could not possibly be reading an Elizabeth Haydon novel.

"Sex and fear when passion is necessary, the quote simply means that somewhere in the middle you can find the needed passion, and that if you should find it, it will be abrupt, and possibly hurt, but if you were too lose it, why that would be enviably more painful." Will listened to Lizzy's explanation in wonder, it echoed his own interpretation of the text almost exactly. With a silent chuckle, and a self-satisfied smirk he realised he had made Lizzy realise there was more to him than she thought, and he reached down to his feet to pull out a book his sister had recommended he read.

"No." A soft exclamation left Lizzy's lips, but as usual when it came to her, he noticed everything.

"Is something wrong?" He asked looking at her and seeing her stare at the book in his hands he blushed softly. "Yes, kind of a geeky, more girly read but my sister suggested it and I'm quite enjoying it."

"I love her books!" Will blinked in surprise as she excitedly reached out for the book, slightly dazed at her sudden excitement he handed the book over, gazing at her as she scanned the blurb in half a second before opening to the first page for a quick look. "I've been looking for this book for ages!"

"Feel free to borrow it. I'm almost finished anyway." Will felt his heart flutter as he was rewarded by a dazzling grin.

"The way to Lizzy's heart is easy. Books, music and saving the world." Jane laughed at her sister as Lizzy poked her tongue out in a childish yet endearing way. Caroline pouted, also in a very childish manner, and yet was completely unattractive. With a small smile on his face and his music back in his ears he settled down to stare out the window imagining sitting in the library at Pemberley, debating over the interpretation of a book by the fire after dinner…

The trip was less than two hours long, and when Charles pulled up in front of a beautiful double story house right on the beach Lizzy was delighted. The sky had cleared and the sun was shining quite warmly for the end of March. "Yay! She cried, hurriedly hopping and pulling off her boots as she ran down to the beach. She dipped her feet into the gentle waves and gave a little screech as the icy water hit her bare legs, then with a carefree whoop ran a little way up the shore, splashing in delight. Will watched in amazement, somehow her wild behaviour was all the more appealing to him, especially when combined with the completely aware and sensible young woman she was at other times. She was unpredictable, where he was easily read, she was wild where he was calm and serious, and yet something about her, some siren song had ensnared him. But he couldn't, wouldn't let his feelings get in the way of what was expected of him, would he?

A/N This is a short chapter leading into the actual events meant to take place when Jane is sick in Netherfeilds. However, I couldn't figure out why she would stay there when I have placed Longbourne virtually next door, nor how Lizzy could come to look after her. AND I want to add in some 'getting' ta know ya' stuff.
Also, I'm sorry I haven't been updating everyday as promised but I was away all weekend AND just started my last yr of high school and already I am knee deep in confusing work.

The Passion by Janette Winterson, I read it for Lit last year and at first thought it was about a midget who kills chickens, 'mysteriously' has a sex change, and grows webbed feet, I skipped a lot of pages and read them weeks between. When I finally started from scratch, I really enjoyed it.
Trust me, I'm telling you stories.