Chapter twelve: Meeting at night
The previous night, in Mr. Darcy's bedroom...
Elizabeth had laid comfortably on the bed, which seems enormous comparing to those, she used to sleep. She gently rested her head on his arm and closed her eyes. She was so tired, like all her energy was used from that little converstation they had. The truth was that she felt consumed, exhausted by her feelings towards him. Darcy gently kissed her hair and took her hand in his.
"Say something" she broke the silence.
"What do you want to hear?"
"Anything" she replied as she kept her eyes closed.
"I love you."
She laughed. "I already know that. Tell me something I do not know."
"If I knew that today would be the last time I'd see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that this would be the last time you pass through this door, I'd embrace you, kiss you, and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I'd take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see you, I'd tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already"*
As he finished his speech, Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked at his, they kept staring at each other for a while, until she touched his cheek with her hand. She moved her head a little closer to his and she gently kissed his lips. Darcy pushed her even closer, so her body could touch his. He started kissing her neck and his hand rested comfortably around her waist. Elizabeth moved away from him slowly stood up. Darcy got pale.
"What is troubling you?" he asked
"I cannot do this anymore"
Darcy immediately stood up and approached her. "Do you not love me enough?"
"Of course, I do. But, It is not right. You are going to have a wife soon. It is not right for her either"
He grabbed her hand, making her turn around, just to face him "I do not love Anne, nor can I ever see her the way I see you."
"Yes, but you are going to kiss her in the same way you kiss me. You will sleep next to her, every night for the rest of your life." her voice broke "You are going to share your bed and even have children with her."
"No, I am not" he paused "I swear to you, Elizabeth that you are going to be the last woman, who I am going to kiss. And you are the only woman, who I love and I will always do." He touched her waist and pushed her to sit on the bed. "Do you see this bed? You are going to be the only woman, who sat or laid on it"
She smiled. "I love you so much"
"Let us not pain ourselves any longer and shavour the time we have together" he said and laid again next to her.
"You are right" she said and cuddled him.
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the way she spoke, why no one else's heart was wild by the sight of her, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures while she fell asleep, nor had he lost the counting of the breaths she took. But, he did not dare to touch or move her for fear of destroying the spell.
* Quote by G. M. Marquez
This chapter was written because I wanted you to see how they spend their first night together, even though they had not moved on into intercourse. This is a little gift for you all, who keep giving me your love by reviewing. I have already wrote the next two chapters, so I can update them if you want. If the reviews reach to 140 then I am going to update the next chapter this afternoon.