The finale! (I think.)
Because all things must come to an end, so must this fic! And I'm actually kind of proud of this thing, you know?
Not to say that this story's perfect or anything. Because it's not, I believe that "perfect" is an imperfect word. But anyway!
I wasn't really listenin' to anything when I finished this up yesterday, or at least...I don't remember listening to any specific song. So I scrolled through my iPod for one of the slowest, mushiest, I'm-in-love kinda songs. Found "Stolen" (Dashboard Confessional) and thought, "Yeah, that works."
**Disclaimer: I don't own any version of Pride & Prejudice. The original work, being the novel, is Jane Austen's. I'm just an innocent little fangirl who's watched the movie far too many times on TV, so pleasepleaseplease don't sue me for things I never claimed to own.**
I should point out that yes, I borrowed the scene where Darcy keeps saying "Mrs. Darcy" and kissing Lizzie on her nose and her forehead and blahblah.
Because every couple deserves their fairy-tale ending, right? Right.
So this one's for Lizzie and Darcy. 3
Review = love, hope you enjoy!
"Will, what're you-" She couldn't find the air to finish her sentence, couldn't find any air at all. And it didn't bother her in the least. . .
"I wasn't done," He whispered and leaned in to take her breath away again. Her sneakers touched the ground now, toe to toe with his own Converse, but her head was high up in the clouds.
"I don't want to come back down…"
He was smirking again but his voice was a little lower, a little breathless, when he asked, "So I put you up there with the stars, huh?"
"What would you do if I said no?" She took a step back, testing him.
And he took a step forward, eyes smoldering her own when he told her, "You'd be lying, my dear."
"So I'm your dear, now?"
"You are-you're a lot of things, Liz. I'll tell you in a minute."
"Why in a minute?"
"Because like I said, I wasn't finished kissing you. I've changed now, I want to finish all the things I start…"
"And where will you start, Darcy?"
"With you, Elizabeth," Was the last thing said before their lips met once more.
But this time, she didn't break the kiss with useless protest, with all the empty questions that swirled around her head. Because this time, he swept her up off her feet, quite literally. Because this time, when he made the move to put his arms around her, she didn't back away. Backing away would mean falling off the edge of the rock face again, and even though he'd promised to chase after her, she wasn't so sure one could run with nothing but air beneath their feet.
This time, the kiss swelled to a slow yet sudden crescendo, both participants playing the roles of the orchestra and the concerto. Maybe that was why the crescendo seemed never-ending, the heat between their lips growing infinitely hotter. . .
When he traced her mouth in a slow, silent parting, she pulled him back to her.
"Where are you going?"
"Air, Lizzie, air…" He sighed against her, blue eyes still closed in case she was just a dream.
"Don't tell me you're not used to this," She said with a laugh, forehead resting against his own.
"Actually, I-" Scenes like these weren't unusual when he was in-between sleep and waking.
"You?" He couldn't see the look she gave him, arched eyebrow and all. It was quite a sight to see, considering she hadn't smiled that way in months.
"I've dreamt of this, I'm just-" Another sigh, another erratic beat of their hearts. "I want to know that it's real, this time. That you're real, that this-"
"Isn't something out of a book?" His eyes were open now, staring into hers as though seeing her for the first time. The way a child looks at another with vast wonder and muted curiosity; the same emotions played across his eyes, blue as the summer sky.
"I need to know, Liz," She found his gaze startling in its sudden intensity, like he was searching her soul for answers to unspoken questions.
"Then just ask, Will,"
"Lizzie…" His breath tickled her nose, and upon blinking, she found herself staring at the spot he'd been a moment before.
"Will?"
"Hush, darling. I have something to say…something to ask you, rather. Dammit, I knew I should've asked Nathaniel first about it, I knew-"
"Will, what're you talking about?" She put a hand over her mouth to subdue the giggles his rambling brought.
"I'm talking about you. Us. I want to…I wanted to ask if you would-"
"If I would what?"
"If you'd-"
"If you would marry him!" A voice shouted out across the wide expanse of cliff. Both looked up at the same instant to see none other than Jane, smirking in the muted twilight.
"Lizzie?"
"Mhm?"
"Have I mentioned how much I hate your family during moments like these?"
He got up from his proposing-down-on-one-knee stance to the usual William-Darcy-is-better-and-richer-than-you'll-ever-hope-to-be pose.
"Yes, yes I think you have. But Will?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck, twirling a finger through his curls.
"Mhm?" He murmured, eyes glittering like a thousand and two stars, so many shades of blue she thought she was gazing into a kaleidoscope.
"I think I've found a way to bottle the sky, you know?"
And he laughed, low but loud enough for her, trailing kisses to her forehead, her nose. . .
"Mrs. Darcy…"
"I think I've found a way to kiss the stars, see?"
Another kiss to both cheeks, her hair...
"Mrs. Darcy…"
"I think-"
"I think you've stolen my heart."
The next kiss shut her up for a couple minutes, maybe more. It was deeper than the others, softer and all the more maddening. They stayed like that for who knew how long, except maybe Jane.
"So what do you say, Mrs. Darcy?"
"I say yes. I'll say it a thousand times, I'll scream it to the heavens, to my mother, to anyone who'll hear. But Mr. Darcy?"
"Yes, dear?"
"You get the honors of telling my father tomorrow morning. And if you even think about getting me a diamond I will kick you halfway across the world."
"So be it…"
And the world could have melted away; they could've been anywhere, maybe even halfway across it, if only they thought so. The ground beneath their feet was green beyond imagination, spinning too fast to keep track of. So they kept their eyes closed and she didn't mind in the least bit when he picked her up off the ground again.
"Mrs. Darcy…"
So, I think this is the part where I give a little nod to my original inspiration for this, the song "Liz On Top Of The World" by Jean-Yves Thibaudet. (I know, I can't pronounce his name either..) It's probably one of my fav songs off the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack. Dreamy little song...
More nods go to my reviewers (you know who you are) and any other songs that've put me in a writing mood. Songs like "Savin' Me" by Nickelback, "You & Me" by Lifehouse, and "Stolen" by Dashboard Confessional. One last nod to my best friend for saying, "That's it?" when she finished the end of chapter two. I love that girl sooo much..(so go check out her fanfics, eh? Calls herself Peruvian Chick.)
But I mean, wow...
I actually.
Finished something.
And I hope you guys liked reading it as much as I liked writing it!
*so proud of me*
Review = lots of love, virtual cookies and endless appreciation from moi