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Chapter 20

Charles Bingley left Devonshire House as frustrated as he was when he entered. His exact words were, "I may need a couple drinks in me before I go kill- I mean talk to my sister." Then left.

Darcy was at a loss of what to do, but knew that he needed to resolve this with Elizabeth before he left. He took the long hallway to the library, he knew when she was frustrated she liked to throw herself in a book, and sure enough he found her there. He tapped on the door softly before entering.

"Elizabeth," his voice was soft. "Forgive me my heart. I know not what came over me. I should not have spoken so."

When she refused to look up at him, he continued but not before he sat down beside her and gently took the book away from her. "I understand why you want to keep the name, because your son and daughter carry the same name. I understand that. I also understand that should we have children, you would also have your married name. I do not fault you for that, for that is exactly what I want."

He stood, and ran a hand down his handsome face and then faced her. She was now staring up at him, waiting for him to continue. "Elizabeth, this is difficult for me to admit, you are not a maid. You are your own person, you have, in many ways, lived more than I have at twenty years old, yet I know that even though I cannot give you many of your firsts, I shall try, and this is the least I can do, for you deserve the world Elizabeth. You have the world, a world that I cannot give you. I cannot give you many things because you already have them. I am use,-" he choked up here, "I am use to people depending on me, it gives me comfort to know that I am needed. With you I feel I am nothing, you don't need me. "

"And this is the reply I am to receive, for your abominable behavior earlier?"

"You deserve more, my precious love, though I am quite inept at expressing my feelings. Maybe it is my faulty Darcy Pride." he tried so hard to make a joke, but the truth in his words rang through.

Elizabeth felt pity on him, she moved closer to him, "Tis not so bad to have a little pride." she pushed a lock of his unruly hair out of his face. "Perhaps if we have children, they will take after me and not their prideful father. I feel many arguments should that be so. I am much more compliant than you," she teased him and was relieved when she heard his laugh. "Fitzwilliam," her voice was soft this time, "I am sorry you feel that I will not need you so much as you need me to need you." she kissed his cheek. "I need you in many aspects, not material things, but in love, and life. For what is a life without love?

"Tis no life at all," he finished for her and looked down where their hands clasped in his lap.

"I love you Fitzwilliam. You are the best of men." She leaned in and kissed his lips. "You are well then?"

A mischievous gleam lit his eyes.

"No," she backed away.

"The door is shut, and locked Lizzy, we will not disturbed," his voice was soft, seductive almost.

"Fitzwilliam, it is not proper."

"Where be the fun in anything "proper"?" He advanced towards her and she giggled, and continued to back away.

"But my father-"

"Is out with your Uncle Gardiner looking at house prospects."

"The children," she was backed against the wall.

"Are on their daily outing with their nurse," he was in front of her now.

"Fitzwilliam-"

"Shh, Elizabeth. You talk too much." With that he claimed his mouth with her own, and she gave up. It was hard to resist when she was in the arms of the man she so adored.

"Marry me, Elizabeth," his voice was soft as he kissed her, his hands demanding as he undid the ties that bound her gown together and pushed it down. "I cannot keep my hands off of you."

Elizabeth was concentrating, very hard, the buttons of his breeches, and was growing frustrated, when she let out a cry. "Get them off!" Darcy stood back and chuckled, amused at the frustration on her face, as she narrowed her eyes, hardly able to look serious, with her extreme lack of clothes. He pushed them down, threw his shirt across the room, and soon had pinned against a chaise, entering her swiftly.

Elizabeth was in a whole other world, the weight of her lover as he pressed into her over and over again, reminded her that he was there, he was real. Elizabeth was not a maid, and in fact found the act quite enjoyable with her first husband, but it did not compare to the way Darcy was making her feel right now. Darcy was a consummate lover, perhaps he had more experience at this time in his life than her young husband had, had. She cannot say she did not enjoy that fact. She did very much.

His whispered words of endearments, as he nibbled on her ear, the expert use of his hands and tongue brought her to completion twice before he took his pleasure in her.

Afterwards he laid beside her and pulled her into his arms, the two of them trying to calm their breathing, as they came down from the high they gave each other. She drew hazy circles on his chest, a chest she had admired from afar for so long, she was only a woman and it could not be help. She knew Darcy was one of the handsomest men in all of England, no sane woman would deny that. So why should she? She was a sexual being. No shame in looking.

Darcy's voice broke through her reverie. "Marry me, Elizabeth. Say you will be my wife, my world."

She pretended to put some serious thought into it before her face broke out into a grin. "Well I suppose, if I must."

Darcy pushed her onto her back, and entered her once more, setting a furious pace. "You tease me Mrs. Darcy."

"I love you, Mr. Darcy."