Chapter eleven: Kiss my soul
"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul." -Judy Garland
It was late that night,the same day that she gave him the letter, when Elizabeth heard a knock on the door, she quickly put on her night robe and opened the door just to see Mr. Darcy in front of her. He had his usual severe expression and to her amazement, he wore his night clothes, a white transparent shirt and dark blue breeches. She never imagined him being so tempting that could make her blush.
"Is something wrong?"
"Yes...no." he said troubled. Elizabeth realizing his distress, she asked him to sit down And of course he consented. Darcy sat on the couch and Elizabeth found a comfortablesit exactly opposite to him. She kept looking at him, waiting to start his speech. "I am sorry for waking you up, but I could not rest. I've tried to sleep, but I could not. There is a matter I want to discuss with you." He paused "I've read your letter"
Elizabeth's heart stopped. "I hope that it did not caused you distress"
"Not really. On the contrary..." He said and stood up, approaching her. He comfortably sat next to her and took her hand in his. "Do you love me?"
She nodded. "Can you forgive me?"
"Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth..." he replied as he kissed he hand and pushed he a little bit closer to him.
"Tell me, have you forgiven me?"
He touched her cheek with his hand, making her look directly on his blue eyes. "Of course, I have forgiven you." He paused "I love you, Elizabeth, with all my heart and soul"
"I know" she smiled.
"Tell me that you love me. I need to hear it"
"I love you, Fitzwilliam"
And with that, Darcy gently touched his lips with hers. It was that kind of kissed that could leave you breathless, maybe it was not a passionate one, but it could pierce your soul. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow, like her breath was his ear, the kind of kiss that made her know that she was never so happy in her whole life. As they slowly moved away from each other, Darcy started kissing her cheek and then moved a little bit lower, just on her neck. But suddenly, Elizabeth put her hand on his, where he had placed it on her waist, making him stop.
She looked at him in the eyes and said "No, this is not proper."
"I am not going to force you into something you are not prepared for."
"No, it is not that. It's.." she paused "You are getting married, have you forgotten?"
He quickly stood up and took some steps away from her "Come, I want to show you something"
Some minutes later, Elizabeth without realizing it, she was already on his room. She was standing on the middle of the master bedroom and before she could speak, Darcy grabbed her hand and gave her a piece of paper. She quickly opened it, just to see a sketch of a lady.
"I made Georgiana do it for me" he paused "I wanted to remember you". He quickly approached her and touched her face, just to kiss her gently again. "Stay with me tonight. I do not want you to be away from me again, at least not now that I have found you"
"You know that it is highly inappropriate for me to be in your chambers."
"Yes, I am aware" he said and locked the door. "But, I do not think you have another choice,my dear"
"But what if.."
But before she could continue, he begged "Do not be cruel" he paused to hold her hands "Stay with me. Don't you trust me?"
They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on the bed, and not removed. They fell asleep, side by side... He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.
Elizabeth felt a sweet touch on her cheek, and she could hear another's person breaths. She slowly opened her eyes, just to see two beautiful eyes looking at her. Her heard was resting on his chest and his hand were gently touching her hair.
"Good morning" he said and kissed her forehead.
"Good morning"
"I never believed that waking up, would be so pleasant." He smiled "You look like an angel, when you are sleeping"
"How long have you been awake?"
"I am sorry for waking you up, but I could not keep my hands off you" he replied avoiding her question. The truth was, that Darcy had barely slept. His bliss could not make him rest and she smiled to him as though she knew. "What is it my dear?"
"How can we bear it?"
"Bear what?"
"This." She paused just to touch his hand "For so short a time. How can we sleep this time away?"
He smiled. "We can be quiet together, and pretend - since it is only the beginning - that we have all the time in the world. And every day we shall have less. And then none."
"Would you rather, therefore, have had nothing at all?"
"No. This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere."
She smiled and moved her head towards his and couple of seconds later, without speaking, she kissed him.
"I feel complete when I am with you, like the whole world stops when I am near you and starts when we are apart" she said and hugged him.
"I am happy that you are safe with me."
"I am not at all safe, with you. But I have no desire to be elsewhere."
And then he kissed her again. It was impossible for him to be away from her and if it wasn't, he did not want to. When her lips met his, he knew that he could live to be a hundred and visit every country in the world, but nothing would ever compare to that single moment when he first kissed the woman of his dreams, just hours ago. He knew that no matter how they would end up, he was not going to stop loving her, nor could he forget the taste of her lips, that made his whole body shiver from desire.
"Do you love me?" he asked her.
She smiled. "Yes."
He could not adequately describe the intensity of what he was felt at that moment. Love, anger, sadness, hope, and fear, whirling together sharpened by the nervousness he was feeling. He looked at her curiously and her breaths became shallower. Suddenly he knew that he had never felt as strongly for another person as he did at that moment. As she returned her gaze, this simple realization made his wish for the millionth time that he could make all this go away. Finally getting control of himself, he kissed her again, then brought his hand to her face, gently running his fingers over her cheek. He marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness he saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect. His throat began to tighten again, he knew what he had to do. He smiled softly, and she returned his affection with a slight squeeze of his hand, as she trusting him in what he was about to do. Encouraged, he leaned closer and took a deep breath. When he exhaled, these were the words that flowed with his breath. "I want to make you mine."
I do not know what you think of this chapter, but I think I am in love with it. I am so proud, because I think I could not make it better. I just finished writing it and I updated it within the same day, because I wanted to please you since so many of you reviewed to the last one. If your reviews keep rising that way, I will do my best to update everyday.
It may seem to you that they are getting improper, but they are not. They want to be together no matter what. So, Tell me what do you think. Do you like it at all? Please, review! It is so important to me! Please tell me that I have not disappointed you.