Please don't hate me for lack of updates, but I return to the normal, non-drugged world bearing gifts!
Sorry this is so short; I started to write something longer, and then the entire doc crapped out on me, so I just made it short and sweet. I promise more drama later on.
As always, I love hearing your thoughts. :)
Within a few days of their return to Pemberley, Georgiana returned to her lively self, resuming her practice on the pianoforte, and her continuing match-making for her brother and sister-in-law. She always made sure that the two sat as close to each other as she could make them; always made sure to check that they were actually sharing a bedchamber. Elizabeth had originally requested for separate sleeping quarters upon moving into the estate. She would pick up on every smile shared between the two, every small laugh, and do her best to continue with that atmosphere.
The older Darcy noticed his sister's playing of Cupid, and once decided to question her about such: Georgiana's response came without hesitation or anything of the like, "I love you, and I have grown quite fond of Miss. Elizabeth, and all I want is to see you two in wedded bliss."
In truth, that help from the young lady wasn't quite needed, though it certainly didn't hurt. Darcy and Elizabeth did just fine on their own. Since the air had cleared where Wickham was concerned with Elizabeth, they both allowed themselves to put aside those grievances (though, in Darcy's case, it was more for the sake of his marriage than for any changing of feelings toward Wickham), and Darcy found that he thought of Elizabeth in ways that he never previously would let himself. Or, at least in ways he tried to hide.
The two fell into an easy lifestyle, and Darcy could help but let himself hope. Let himself hope, scarcely as he had before, that Elizabeth would find it in her to allow herself to be his, entirely his, body and soul.