Hey guys! So I was so excited to write this chapter and I had fun doing it. Hopefully you all enjoy it as much as I did. Also, Lizzie and Darcy have sex here towards the end of the chapter (hence the M rating). Just a heads up.

Also, it's a long one! Almost 6K!

After lunch with Darcy, Lizzie emailed Charlotte the footage so she could edit it and promised to Skype with her later on that night. She was extremely giddy for the rest of the day and Charlotte noticed it as soon as she saw Lizzie's face on the computer screen.

"Why are you so happy?", Charlotte asked, smiling smugly. She had already watched what Lizzie filmed today and knew exactly why her best friend was all cheerful.

Lizzie rolled her eyes and replied, "I had a great day today; a great week actually. Is it a crime to smile?"

"Mmhmm… this happiness wouldn't happen to have anything to do with a certain CEO, now would it?", Charlotte teased.

"Maybe.", Lizzie said reluctantly. She knew Charlotte was going to rub it in her face, but she needed to talk to somebody about him. She felt as if she was going to burst. She hasn't had a crush in what feels like forever.

Charlotte laughed and said, "Yup. I knew it. The line between love and hate is a thin one and you, my friend, have crossed it."

Lizzie sighed, annoyed at the word 'love' and corrected her bestie. "I have come to terms with the fact that I LIKE Darcy. I don't LOVE him. Big difference. He's just... like a completely different guy now. Besides, how can I love somebody I don't know?"

Charlotte chuckled and retorted, "Why don't you ask the man in question. He confessed his love to you not too long ago..."

Lizzie groaned. This is why she didn't want to tell Charlotte: the endless teasing that would ensue. "Whatever Char. Just keep your mouth zipped. Nobody else knows… except for maybe Gigi."

"And the viewers. They can totally feel the chemistry between you two. And Jane. Jane knows you've never been indifferent to him. She probably hasn't been keeping up with your videos, but she'll find out soon enough..."

Lizzie groaned again. Charlotte could be so annoying sometimes.

"Lizzie and Darcy sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-", was all Charlotte got to say before Lizzie hung up on her.

Charlotte texted Lizzie a winky face, which she chose to ignore.

Lizzie had to Sykpe everyone now instead of just a regular phone call because her phone started acting up. It would shut off randomly; even in the middle of a call. Also, the touch-screen keyboard wasn't working properly and sometimes, the letter she tapped was not the letter that appeared. It was a hot mess. Her phone was pretty old though, and since tomorrow was Saturday, she was going to go to the phone store and see what could be done about it.

Lizzie woke up at around 10am on Saturday morning. She had slept in because she didn't really have any plans today, except for going to see about her phone. She was making some instant oatmeal in the microwave and pouring a glass of orange juice, when the phone pinged. She received a text from Charlotte that said:

Check out the new video; it's up!

xoxo Char

Lizzie ran into her bedroom and grabbed her laptop. She ran back to the kitchen and got there just in time to stop the microwave from beeping.

She went on YouTube and clicked on Episode 83. She was dying of laughter all over again at the end. Lizzie remembered how funny Darcy had been after she stopped filming, and she sighed as she thought about him and wondered what she should do.

"I'm not sure how he feels about me. Maybe he's just being nice, ya know?... I shot him down pretty hard, so there's no way he could still have feelings for me, right?", she thought to herself.

She went back and watched the video where she rejected Darcy and she winced at how cruel she had been. And she was overwhelmed by how drastic a change she had observed in Darcy.

The logical thing would be to just ask him how he feels. But that is easier said than done when you have publicly humiliated a man and now have feelings for said man.

Lizzie was usually a go-getter, even in love. Most of her previous boyfriends, she had asked them out. But this was so much more intimidating and she didn't want to face rejection.

Darcy had to work late last night but he did so without complaint. He was thinking about Lizzie half the time and he was happy. Just plain happy. Nothing could have ruined his mood. Not the last-minute documents he had to review; not the disapproving look his secretary gave him as she announced she was going home for the day; not the jerk that cut him off on the way home.

"If I feel like this now, I can't even begin to fathom what I'll feel like if she agrees to go to the theater with me!", he thought as he made his way to his room to get ready for bed. It was kind of pathetic, really, he acknowledged, shaking his head.

Gigi intercepted him en route, however. "So how'd the interview go?", she asked curiously. Although, with the goofy look on his face she could assume it went rather well.

"Just fine, Gigi. She recorded it, actually. So you'll see it tomorrow. Now, good night. I'm tired.", Darcy replied quickly, trying to avoid an interrogation.

The next morning, Darcy walked in from his morning run and was almost deafened by Gigi's shrieks. "OH MY GOD, WILLIAM!", was all she yelled. He didn't know where in the house she was, but he could hear her excitement.

A few minutes later, Fitz texted him:

DARCY! My man! I see you upped your game BIG TIME. The ladies love a funny guy. Not that I would know, but still! ;)

Darcy chuckled, but his confidence was boosted a little higher thanks to Fitz's compliment.

Lizzie arrived home very pleased about her phone situation. No, she hadn't gotten her phone fixed, but she was eligible to receive a brand new phone for free! She had made it through her two-year contract with the phone company and as an incentive to stay with them, they give out new phones. It may not be an iPhone 5, but it's better than nothing, right?

She looked at her phone and saw she had a missed call from home. "How the hell did I get a missed call? The phone isn't even on silent! It should have rung. Ugh. I cannot wait for Monday.", she thought as she made her way to her laptop.

"Hopefully the house computer is online so I can Skype them… yes!", she cheered mentally as she waited for someone to answer. It was Mr. Bennet's face that popped up on the screen.

"Ellie! We haven't heard from you in ages! I was beginning to think you'd abandoned us for the big city.", Mr. Bennet said.

"Please, don't call me Ellie. I'm not five anymore, Dad.", Lizzie replied, smiling at the nickname only her father was allowed to use.

"No, no. I suppose you're not. I don't know many five-year-olds in grad school…"

"Dad!", she said laughing. Oh, how she missed her father's sarcasm.

"How are you doing, my middle child?"

"Perfectly fine, Dad. I've had a busy week and haven't been able to call... How is everyone at home?"

"If by everyone you mean Lydia, your mother, and I, then we are all fine. Your mother is ecstatic because Lydia has brought home an 'eligible son-in-law'. She's out with him right now, actually. The guy looks rather familiar but I don't remember where I've seen him before. And since I'm not as obsessed with having my girls leave me as your mother is, I don't even know the kid's name."

"Wow, Dad. You should take more of an interest in your daughter's boyfriends. You never know, he might end up being the son you never had."

"It's very possible… Lydia seems to have calmed down a bit and she seemed to be quite attached to the young man at dinner the other day… But I'm not too concerned with him. I'm counting on Mr. Lee snatching away my first-born any day now, according to your mother."

Lizzie laughed and said, "Ahh so Janie finally told Mom about getting back with Bing. I'm glad I'm not home to hear her fantasize aloud about her 'red-headed Asian grandbabies'…"

"THOMAS! What are you- … Is that Elizabeth?!... Move over, dear. LIZZIE! Oh honey, you won't believe what luck I'm havin'! Two of my girls are well on their way to gettin' married and givin' me grandbabies! Please tell me that, you too, have found a nice young man to bring home for dinner?", Mrs. Bennet prattled, practically shoving Mr. Bennet off the computer chair. Little did Mr. and Mrs. Bennet know, Lizzie was the closest of their girls to giving them their first grandchild…

"I think so. Maybe.", Lizzie thought to herself as Darcy's face popped up in her mind, but of course she wouldn't tell her mother that. "No, Mom. And hey, I love you guys but… I've gotta go, okay? I've got some independent study work to do."

"Alright now, dear! Don't work too hard. It's a Saturday! Why don't you go out and see if you can find a nice young man like your sisters, huh? You should see who Lydia brought home- HEY! Thomas!... Why, I never!-", Mrs. Bennet said as she was picked up by Mr. Bennet.

"Bye, Ellie. Call back soon! I'm not hearing from you often enough.", Mr. Bennet said before walking away with Mrs. Bennet kicking and screaming over his shoulder.

Lizzie chuckled and shook her head at her parents. She missed her crazy family. She wanted to ask about Lydia but she decided not today. Maybe the next time she called, Lydia would be home. She'd try to break the ice by asking her who her new man was.

Lizzie had nothing else to do, so she figured she'd clean the house. She ordered a pizza and started organizing things in the guest room where she was staying. Now that she thought about it, she hadn't really touched anything in there. Her clothes were all in the closet and in the top drawers of the dresser.

There wasn't much to do except pick up her clothes and differentiate between clean and dirty. Lizzie wasn't a slob or anything, but she had gotten used to her mother folding her clothes for them and that made her a bit lazy.

She started rummaging through empty drawers and was surprised when she came across a box of condoms in the back of the nightstand's drawer. She immediately dropped them and put them back where they were. "What the hell are those doing in there?", she thought as she eyed her bed suspiciously.

Just then the doorbell rang. "The pizza is here!", Lizzie thought hungrily as she ran to her purse to get money.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful for both Darcy and Lizzie. Darcy worked from home and Lizzie worked on her thesis.

However Monday arrived and both parties were really excited for the day, although for different reasons. Lizzie was eagerly awaiting her lunch break so she could go exchange her phone and Darcy was waiting for a good moment to ask Lizzie out.

He had seen her leave her office and said to himself as he paced in his office, "Alright, William. You've procrastinated long enough. When she returns, you will head to her office and ask her out." Then he shook his head and thought himself silly for talking to himself.

Lizzie had just arrived with her brand new phone and was waiting for it to activate. "Yesss! Finally! I have to record a video about this!", she decided as she got her camera ready to share news about her phone.

It still wasn't working properly; the guy at the phone store said that it could take up to 30 minutes to be able to receive and send calls and texts. And on top of that, she had to wait for it to update to the newest software.

She had begun talking about her phone, when there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!", she said.

In walked Darcy looking nervous but determined. After the awkward small talk, Darcy finally revealed why he had come into her office.

"I have something I'd like to ask you…", he said.

"Sure.", Lizzie replied smiling.

"Gigi and I have year-round tickets to the theater and tonight, they're showing one of Shakespeare's comedies… and I was wondering if you'd like to attend?"

"Sure, I'd love to go with you and Gigi! It's been a while since I've seen a live performance."

BEEP. BEEP.

"Sorry! That's my phone.", she apologized and checked her phone.

He cleared his throat and continued, "Actually Gigi is busy tonight, so she can't accompany us… It'd just be you and uh, me."

They stared at each other for about 3 seconds, and then just as Lizzie was about to reply, her phone beeped again.

"Oh no!", she exclaimed as she picked up her phone. "It died on me!"

The man at the phone store specifically told Lizzie that the phone had to be fully charged to avoid interruption during activation; it had completely slipped her mind due to her enthusiasm. Since her old phone and her new phone were the same brand, she didn't need to buy a new charger, but she didn't think about bringing her old one along.

"Ugh! Oh well, whatever. I'll just put it to charge and let it activate and update at home…" she said and then turned to Darcy, "…while you and I watch some Shakespeare!"

The relief that Darcy felt when she agreed cannot be put into words.

He smiled and said, "Great. So, uh, I can drop you off at home after work and then pick you up again an hour later? The show starts at 7:00 but the doors are open for seating at 6:30... Well, that's if you'd like. Is that alright with you?"

Lizzie nodded. "That sounds perfect."

Darcy got up and smiled at her before leaving her office. When he got to his office, he found himself too worked up to do any work.

Lizzie had forgotten she'd been recording about her new phone. She turned off the camera and thought to herself, "No way am I sending that to Charlotte yet. She'll make a huge deal over nothing."

Now, the rest of her afternoon had been consumed with thoughts of going on a date with Darcy. She'd been alternating between that and working on another report for her thesis. She'd avoided checking her email and all social media because she really wanted to get this work done today and could not afford any more distractions.

Darcy did as he promised and showed up to Lizzie's office at 5pm on the dot. They walked together to the parking garage and then he drove her home.

"See you in about an hour?", Lizzie asked as she got out of the car. Darcy nodded yes, smiling, like he has been since he left her office earlier.

As soon as she got home, Lizzie put her phone to charge in her room and started to get ready. They were going to a fancy theater so she wanted to wear something formal. She decided on a fitted satin red cocktail dress (a Jane Bennet creation) with a pair of gold strappy heels and a gold clutch. She was putting her hair up, when she realized she hadn't turned on her phone.

It was charging but it didn't automatically turn on, so she went over to her night stand and turned it on so it could start activation again. The constant beeping annoyed her, so she put the phone on silent.

"Stupid technology. Why does everything have to be so complicated? I thought this was supposed to be a smart phone?", she thought and then noticed the time. "Darcy's gonna get here soon! I gotta finish getting ready! Hopefully this thing is done activating by the time I get back.", she hoped as she put her phone face-down on the stand.

When Darcy arrived, he tried calling her phone but it still wasn't working, so he rang the doorbell. She opened up and said, "Hey Darcy. Sorry, I've just got to get my clutch and I'll be ready." She didn't really look at him because she was preoccupied with finding her misplaced bag, so she didn't see the look in his eyes when he saw her.

He looked at her from head to toe and stared at her intensely. He was mesmerized by her beauty and even pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Red was definitely her color. She looked amazing; not to mention incredibly alluring. Her dress was tight and showed off her petite frame. Also, her hair was up so Darcy had full view of (and access to) her neck. He shook his head to try to rid himself of these thoughts, just as Lizzie approached him.

"'Kay, I'm ready!", Lizzie said excitedly.

Darcy plucked up some courage then cleared his throat and told her, "Before we go, I'd like to tell you that you look amazing, Lizzie."

She blushed and tried to brush off the compliment, "Thanks, but you look great, too." That was an understatement, though. She thought he looked incredibly handsome. He had forgone wearing a suit jacket, so she could vaguely make out the lean torso underneath that she'd seen when they played tennis together.

He also blushed and then motioned to the door and said, "Shall we?"

They got to the theater and Darcy guided Lizzie to their seats. Lizzie was astonished at how much better the view from the box seats were and she and Darcy began talking about the most recent plays they'd seen. She found herself adding this to the list of things they have in common.

Lizzie and Darcy were an odd pair; whenever they were alone together, they had a great, non-awkward time and enjoyed each other's company. It was before and after they spent time together that they got weird. When they would over-analyze the other's words or actions, or become self-conscious, that's when they felt like they were doing something wrong. This weird feeling is what resulted in awkward handshakes and waves as goodbyes.

But not tonight.

"That was a great performance. Do you remember the part when he-", Darcy commented.

"I know! I had never seen anyone interpret it like that; it was hilarious!", Lizzie agreed, cutting him off because she knew exactly what part he was thinking of.

Darcy chuckled and then suggested, "Lizzie, what do you say we eat something? I'm famished."

"Same here. I haven't eaten since my late lunch after I spoke with you in my office."

They went to a Greek restaurant that was near the theater. It was close enough to walk, so they did. They each enjoyed the sensation of bumping shoulders and of their hands colliding as they walked.

After they ate, neither wanted the night to end but couldn't think of any excuse to prolong their outing. But, when they arrived at her place, Lizzie said, "Hey, Darcy… you're, um, welcome to come in and help me finish off some of the cheese and wine from your gift basket. I don't know about you, but I'm not very tired. I'm too worked up from the play still… If you can't, I totally get it. There's work to be done tomorrow."

Darcy's expression was incredulous. He had been brain-storming a way to extend their night and here it was from Lizzie herself. He quickly responded, "That's a great idea.", and let her get out of the car to open the door while he parked.

When he got inside, he sat down on the couch in the living room and Lizzie brought out a bucket with ice and several bottles of wine inside. In her other hand was a large wedge of cheese, and a small knife, and two wine glasses between her fingers.

Darcy got up to help her and together they set everything down on the coffee table.

"Do you mind if we watch TV? Maybe there's something good on.", Lizzie suggested.

Darcy nodded and Lizzie turned the television on, only to find that the 2005 version of Pride and Prejudice had just started.

She laughed and said, "What a coincidence! A period drama while you're here!", remembering his secret appreciation for them.

Darcy also joined in her laughter and said, "What are the chances?"

Lizzie read at the bottom of the screen that it said 'No Interruptions'.

"And look, no commercials!", she exclaimed.

"Guess I'm going to have to stay and watch the whole thing then.", Darcy said jokingly but they both knew they wouldn't have it any other way.

They drank wine and ignored the cheese. They kept their glasses full at all times because both of them felt more and more comfortable with each sip.

They began comparing the 1995 miniseries with this version. They were arguing the pros and cons of each version when Lizzie got really animated with a drink in hand and accidentally spilled it on Darcy's shirt.

"Oh my gosh! Sorry! I'm so sorry! Wait, let me try to fix it.", she exclaimed and ran towards the kitchen to get a wet wash cloth. When she reached the sink, she almost tripped and thanked the heavens that Darcy had not been there witness that embarrassing moment. "Guess I'm a little more tipsy than I thought."

She returned to him and began trying to clean the stain, but her efforts were futile. While scrubbing the stain, Lizzie was bent over in front of Darcy and he had a really nice view of her cleavage. He was tipsy, so his brain wasn't screaming at him to stop looking as it would have if he had been sober.

"It's not working. Sorry Darcy. Give me your shirt so I can throw it in the washing machine before the stain sets in.", she commanded.

When she saw Darcy was having trouble with the shirt buttons, she helped him out. He started unbuttoning from the bottom, and she started from the top. Their fingers brushed in the middle and they both felt a small electric shock of sorts.

Underneath his button-up, his undershirt had also gotten stained and he had to take that off, too. He seemed to be having trouble with that as well, so she helped him out again; only this time, her fingers trailed lightly up his sides as she lifted his shirt and Darcy couldn't help but shiver.

Lizzie pretended not to notice, and they smiled at each other, both embarrassed and blushing, before Lizzie said, "I'll be right back.", and she walked off with his shirts.

When she returned, she observed the shirtless man before her. His face was still a little pink and his hair was ruffled up from the removal of his shirt and he just looked so damn adorable to her.

She instinctively sat down next to him and ran her fingers through his hair. "Your hair was kind of messed up.", she explained and stopped abruptly when she realized what she'd done.

"Then I guess I'll take the liberty of fixing yours as well.", Darcy said softly, as he tucked a few loose hairs behind Lizzie's ears. His fingers lingered behind her ear and trailed down to her neck, where they stayed caressing her skin. Under normal circumstances he wouldn't have been so bold, but his slightly inebriated brain was also becoming intoxicated by Lizzie's innocent concern for his clothing and hair.

After just a few seconds of his touch, Lizzie leaned forward and kissed Darcy. The moment felt heavy with tension and he was shirtless and touching her and she felt the urge to kiss him, so she did. If anything, she could blame it on the alcohol.

At first, he was in disbelief but that quickly faded. Just before she could completely pull away, he held her face gently and became an active participant in the kiss.

Lizzie kissed him with uncertainty at first, but that doubt faded into passion. He felt her tongue slip past his lips and almost smiled at the taste of wine still present.

Lizzie's hands were originally on Darcy's shoulders but her right hand moved up into his hair and her left moved down onto his back. This gave him confidence to move his hands from her jaw, down to her waist and lower back.

While kissing, they were pulling each other closer and closer until there was no space between them; and Darcy instinctively pushed Lizzie down, until she was lying on the couch and he was hovering above her, between her legs.

His hands wouldn't stay still; he was moving them up down her waist, not sure if he was allowed to touch elsewhere just yet. Her hands, however, were exploring all of his neck, shoulders, and lower back; the fact that he was shirtless allowed him to enjoy her touch even more.

He continued to kiss Lizzie passionately, but moved from her lips to behind her ear. He could feel her moving her head sideways to give him more access to an area that was hypersensitive for her. This made Lizzie automatically wrap her legs around Darcy's hips and she gasped a little as she felt Darcy's rigid arousal press into her thigh.

He moved down from behind her ear to her neck. His goal became to mark his territory by giving Lizzie a mark she could remember him by for the next couple of days.

She moaned softly and he slowly moved his hand up toward her breast, causing Lizzie to open her mouth and tilt her head back. Darcy kissed her deeply and continued to massage her breasts and torso for several minutes until he couldn't stand her soft moaning any longer.

He pulled away suddenly and sat up, panting and flushed. Lizzie opened her eyes and had a pouty look that screamed 'Why did you stop?', which mimicked her thoughts.

"Lizzie, I can't do this anymore. If we're not going to…", Darcy paused to think of a polite way to say it, "…'go all the way', then I think we should stop here. I can't continue like this…"

Lizzie sat up too, her hair wild and her face glowing from the stimulation. Darcy almost smirked to see his effect on her but then he looked down and saw that his effect on her was nothing in comparison to what she'd done to him.

Lizzie got up from the couch, drank the bit of wine left in the glass, and then offered her hand to Darcy. He looked at it confused, but grabbed it and she tried pulling him up.

He laughed at her attempt and then got up as she led him to her bedroom.

She led him toward the bed and then pushed him so he fell back onto it, causing him to look at her questioningly. "What is she doing? I told her I can't go on…", he thought.

"A confused Darcy. I'd never thought I'd see the day. Then again, this whole night was never in the realm of possibilities…", she wondered, smiling at the unlikely situation they were in.

She removed her dress as he watched, dumbfounded, and then stood before him in her lacy underwear for a couple of seconds as he gazed at her.

She then moved to unbuckle his belt and remove his pants before Darcy stopped her. "Lizzie-", was all he said before she shushed him.

With his pants gone, Lizzie decided to climb atop Darcy and continue where they'd left off on the couch. At first Darcy wanted to protest but he was swept away by Lizzie's lips.

After another heavy make-out session with Lizzie on top, Darcy said frustratedly, "Lizzie, we can't do this. Trust me, I want be with you badly but I wasn't anticipating this at all and I didn't… come prepared." He wondered why she insisted on teasing him.

Lizzie smiled and finally spoke, "I didn't expect this to happen at all trust me, but luckily for us, Dr. Gardiner's relatives are very thoughtful hosts."

Lizzie leaned over to the bedside table (completely ignoring the face-down cell phone that, had she checked, would have revealed several missed calls and voice mails) and opened the drawer to pull out the box of condoms she'd discovered while cleaning up the other day. Unfortunately, they didn't bother to check the expiration date to see that those condoms were a couple years past their prime.

That changed everything. Darcy's hesitancy disappeared and he pulled Lizzie down to him, kissing her roughly. After a couple minutes, he flipped her over so that he was on top of her and kissed her all over. He was no longer holding back; he was forceful and almost barbaric in the way he ripped off Lizzie's bra and panties.

Lizzie, having experienced only a nice and controlled Darcy since arriving in the city, was surprised at how wild he seemed and she liked it. There was nothing robotic about the way he was making her feel right now.

She helped him remove his boxers and put on the condom. After that, he was hovering over her taking in every curve of her beautiful body and then of her beautiful face. He looked her in the eyes and asked, "Are you ready?". She nodded yes and then he kissed her with an unrestrained passion as he entered her body.

Both of them moaned and stilled at the intense pleasure they felt; neither had been intimate with anyone in years. Darcy didn't move for a little while, soaking up the feeling of being one with Lizzie. Never in a million years did he dream it was possible.

The first time was fast and rough. All the uncertainty, awkwardness, and embarrassing moments that had taken place between the two had fueled this impassioned union. Lizzie's noises and gyration of her hips beneath him drove Darcy insane, and Darcy's thrusting erased any possibility of Lizzie making a coherent thought, which is why all she could do was pant and moan loudly to match his grunts.

When they were done, Darcy was the first to speak. "I apologize, Lizzie. I seem to have bruised you. ", he said, but didn't sound sorry at all; he was too sated. In his ardently aroused state, he hadn't been aware that he'd held her hips so tight.

"It's alright… I'm sorry too. Your back may or may not look like you lost a fight to a tiger.", she said and giggled, feeling bubbly and light.

Darcy looked over at her and he thought, "She's so gorgeous…". She was smiling from ear to ear and her hair was spread out all around her, framing her pretty face.

He enjoyed the sound of her laughter and wanted to hear it again, so he tickled her. The tickling led to round 2, and here Darcy truly made love to Lizzie. He took his time and he was gentle. Lizzie had never made love. She'd had good sex before, but this was beyond anything she'd ever experienced.

This time, the pleasure wasn't as intense, and Lizzie was able to moan words of pleasure into Darcy's ears. He in turn, would whisper back what he felt about her deep inside: that she was perfect; that she was beautiful; that she was amazing; that she was the best lover he ever had.

He wanted so badly to tell her that he loved her, but he didn't feel confident enough. Sure, he was with her at the moment and there was no doubt she was enjoying every second of it, but the last time he confessed his love for her, things didn't turn out so well. He didn't want her to say those three powerful words in the heat of the moment either. He wanted her to mean them beyond question, like he did.

Lizzie wasn't even remotely aware how Darcy felt. She suspected that he liked her (obviously, if he's sleeping with her), but she had no idea how much he liked her. To be fair, she had no idea how much she liked him until she'd led him to her bedroom. But she didn't want to think about confusing feelings right now; she just wanted to experience the pleasure. They'd have plenty of time to label their relationship later, right?

It was here, my friends, in this moment of coital bliss, that something truly magical occurred. A very special little cell from William Darcy raced toward a very special cell of Elizabeth Bennet. As Lizzie and Darcy slept wrapped up in each other's arms, their baby was conceived. Nine months from this day, a Darcy-Bennet love child will have been born.

Next chapter Lizzie finds out about Lydia and Wickham! dun Dun DUN!

I'm changing the Lydia-Wickham arc somewhat. Lizzie won't find out she's prego for a little while, so I need to change some things. :P

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