The night before they left for their honeymoon, Will had made arrangements for Georgie to spend time with his Aunt and Uncle Fitzwilliam. They were happy to have Georgie with them for the holidays. They had been curious about Will's new bride but knew that they would be able to find out all they needed from Georgie. Will promised to bring Elizabeth to meet the family after their honeymoon.

On the twelve hour flight to Paris, Will and Elizabeth read books and talked about everything until Elizabeth fell asleep on Will's shoulder. She woke up when they arrived in Paris. They made their way through the airport and were ushered into a waiting car; Elizabeth found out that Will had booked them into the Ritz in Paris. Will had the driver take them by the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe and Notre Dame Cathedral before dropping them off at their hotel. Elizabeth was tired but amazed and intrigued by the sights and vowed to see all of them as well as the Louvre. Will expressed an interest in going to Loire Valley to tour the wineries and Elizabeth wanted to see Versailles.

Once the couple arrived at the Ritz and checked into their room, they crawled into bed and slept off their jetlag and woke the next morning wrapped in each other's arms.

Will was excited to take his wife shopping in Paris but she wasn't as enthusiastic. He had to pull her out of bed reluctantly and make sure she got dressed.

"I don't understand your resistance, most woman love to shop." Will said as they walked out of the hotel room.

"I'm not most women." Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and glared at him, "As you surely have realized by now."

"I know very well that there's no one else like you in this world." He bent to kiss her as they left the hotel, "and you're all mine."

Elizabeth just shook her head and rolled her eyes at Will and she knew this was going to be a very long day.

Her patience was wearing thin and after she had tried on the umpteenth designer outfit for him she was getting a little frustrated, "Will, there is no need for all of this. I'm not really into clothes, as long as I have my old t-shirt, jeans and tennis shoes; I'm happy."

"That's great and I appreciate that quality in you but you're my wife now and I want to buy you beautiful things." I love you and I want to spoil you. He kissed her, "It makes me happy, please let me have this small indulgence."

"Small indulgence," Elizabeth scoffed, "You're going to have to pay for two extra bags on the way home with all of the clothes you've purchased for me so far."

"We can afford it." He smiled, and when he glanced up he saw the most beautiful gown. It was a classically simple silky black and red gown that he was sure would look incredible with the dark hair and light skin of his lovely wife.

"I want you to try on this."

"Okay," She agreed, "But this is the last one."

"You've got it."

When she tried on the gown and came to model it for him, he realized that he was right. It was the perfect compliment for his wife's complexion. He told the sales clerk, "Add this dress to the rest of our purchases."

After they had finished up, he couldn't resist taking her to a lingerie shop. Elizabeth was extremely embarrassed when he bought her all sorts of lacy creations.

He voice was silky as he whispered, "You'll have to model these for me when we get back to the hotel."

She looked at him and tilted her head as she shook it in the negative. "I don't think that would be such a great idea."

He pulled her to him and kissed her, "I think it's a brilliant idea." He picked up a particularly sensual bra and panty set and said, "I especially want to see you in these."

He purchased everything he wanted for her and they left the store. To Elizabeth's chagrin the next stop was a jewelry store.

"Will, I don't need any more jewelry," Elizabeth was getting annoyed, "You've bought me enough already."

"I've heard that a woman can never have enough jewelry or shoes." A thought struck him, "We haven't gotten you any shoes and you definitely need shoes.

"Oh God, no more shopping please, I don't think I can take any more." She pleaded as she turned her eyes skyward.

Will just laughed and led her into the jewelry store and after he had finished buying her the most beautiful creations. He dragged a reluctant Elizabeth to a shoe store where he made sure that the staff jumped at her every wish.

"Did you have to buy the store out of products?" Elizabeth complained as they left the shoe store.

When Will finally felt they had done enough shopping he took her back to the hotel and dropped off the packages they had taken with them and as it was just dusk, Will took her back out to see the beauty of the Eiffel Tower when it was all lighted up at night.

Elizabeth was in awe of the impressive sight but as she looked over at her husband, she saw that Will was looking at her not at the tower. She felt a tingling through her body as she appraised him in the lights from the tower. She felt an overwhelming urge to touch and kiss him. She reached up and ran her fingers over his face in a soft caress. With a sudden understanding, she realized that she had always been attracted to him even when she didn't want to be. She had felt drawn to him when they had first met and had thought he felt the same when he had flirted with her so shamelessly. She had felt hurt and angry because of his remarks to Mr. Bingley that night but it hadn't stopped her body's natural reaction to his masculinity. When they had met again, her anger had masked her desire and had helped to fight her reaction to his intimacies. She felt a desperate longing for his touch and wanted him to make her his. Her need was overwhelming her good sense and she wondered if this was the way he felt about her all this time. She disregarded her better reason and lifted herself onto her toes and kissed him. He enfolded her in his arms and kissed her back until she felt he knees go weak.

"Are you ready to go back to the hotel?" Will asked her in a husky voice.

She just nodded because she couldn't trust herself to speak. He pulled her to him and called a cab to take them back to the hotel.

When they arrived back at the Ritz, Elizabeth was exhausted, emotional and had a lot think about. She threw herself on the bed and Will came and sat next to her.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm fine," She turned to look at him, "I'm just tired, after all the shops you dragged me to it's only natural."

He laughed and Elizabeth smiled at him. I love when he laughs. He's always good-looking but when smiles or laughs he's absolutely gorgeous because it lights up his face and his piercing blue eyes. That just makes me want him more.

"Elizabeth," Will looked at her with a crooked smile, "Did you hear what I said, you seem like you're a million miles away."

"I was just thinking." She said truthfully. I don't know how to tell him what I want.

"What were you thinking about?" He asked with a shift of his shoulders.

"How I love it when you laugh." Her answer was not completely truthful.

Will was encouraged by her answer, "I love it when you laugh too." Will caught her eyes, "I love everything about you."

He brushed the hair out of her eyes in a loving gesture. He ran his hand through her luxurious dark curls. He lay down on the bed and pulled her on top of him. She sat back with her legs straddling his waist. When he tried to pull her down to him, she shook her head and pinned his hands beneath her knees. She bent and very slowly unbuttoned his shirt, after each button she softly traced the contours of his chest with her fingers. She heard small gasps of pleasure when her lips traced the same path. When she had his shirt halfway unbuttoned, she moved her fingers to the button on his pants and the moan that escaped from Will in an exhale of breath that urged on her actions. She slid the zipper down and his libido was kicked into high gear.

She moved back to the buttons of his shirt and when she was finished, she removed his shirt and stroked his chest with her fingertips. She heard his raspy breathing and bent to kiss him lightly on the lips. His heart began to race as he felt her tongue slip between his lips and she explored the depths of his mouth. He kissed her back in response and he was enthralled by the sweetness of her.

With a moan, he flipped her over onto her back and she wrapped her legs around his waist giving him full access to her body. She raked her nails over his back lightly as he groaned with his arousal. She tugged at his pants and tried to pull them over his hips and he kissed her with such passion that it drove every thought from her mind.

Will dragged himself away from her with a groan of frustration, "God Elizabeth, we can't." He sat up with his head in his hands. With an incomprehensible sound he stood up, zipped and buttoned his pants then he paced the room until he picked up his shirt and redressed.

He left the room and a few minutes later she heard the outer door open and close. She got up from the bed and there was brightness to her eyes from unshed tears. She wiped at her eyes and went into the bathroom to run a hot bath. Why didn't Will want her anymore? Was his love so fleeting that he had become bored with their marriage already. She had tried to seduce him and he pushed her away. She didn't know how long she was soaking in the bath but she finally heard the door open and Will came in to find her.

"Will, I'm in the bath," She cried as she grabbed a towel to cover herself, "Get out so I can get dressed."

Will didn't move he just stared at her in the bathtub. He wished he could join her in the bath and make love to her but he'd made a promise not to rush her. He turned to leave the room and shut the door behind him.

When they went out to dinner that night, Will noticed that Elizabeth seemed sad and he knew why. She's upset because I tried to force myself on her when we got back from the Eiffel Tower. How could I have been so stupid? I want to win her love and because of my own actions, I keep pushing her farther away.

That night when they went to bed, Will noticed that she wore one of the sexy chemises he had bought her that afternoon. His heart raced as his thoughts took him back to their experience earlier and he fought to control his reactions. He pulled her into his arms and loved the feel of the soft fabric on his skin.

"Elizabeth, sweetheart…" He heard her uneven breathing and knew she was still awake, "Please talk to me."

"I'm trying to sleep." She pulled out of his arms and turned over onto her side.

He cringed as she turned away from him and felt a wrench of his heart. How was he going to get her to forgive him? I've known for a long time that I can make her react to me physically but I can't let myself get carried away and take advantage of her feelings like I did earlier. I can't do that again, he vowed. She'll let me know when she is ready and until then I have to wait for her to come to me.