Gentle Reader,

If anyone's a fan of my story and the original Pride and Prejudice novel, there's a similar story I wrote on here following the novel titled "Darcy's Jealous Love" that you might enjoy.

Thanks for reading, please do review-I read all of them.

-RobinDesBois

A Bottle of Red

The second time Lizzie and William went to their Italian restaurant was in October of the same year; he had tried several times to take her, but she was determined that it was too expensive for them to do for anything but a special occasion. Her practicality was no match for William's ability to create a special occasion, however.

The night before, William had asked Lizzie over to his apartment for dinner and a movie, and she had gladly accepted. He had insisted that she select the movie while he ordered takeout, and she couldn't resist seeing his reaction to Ever After, a film she had loved since she was twelve years old, but had to assume was left in his possession by Gigi. If he was surprised at her selection, he said nothing.

The Chinese arrived when Danielle and Henry were roaming the monostary's library, and William returned laden with food just in time to notice that Lizzie was mouthing along with the movie-"I could no sooner choose a favorite star in the heavens." She looked up at him and smiled when she heard his soft laugh behind her.

"What?" She demanded.

"Nothing. Nothing at all." He smiled at her as he put the food on the coffee table and sat beside her on the couch. "I ordered something a little special tonight, Lizzie."

"Honey walnut shrimp?" Lizzie practically jumped.

"No, something just as special that I hope will make you almost as excited."

Darcy leaned forward and grabbed a small rice container from the coffee table and handed it to Lizzie, who squinted at him as if trying to determine if he was up to something.

"Open it," he whispered. Slowly, with the occasional glance at his still smiling face, she opened the box to find not white rice, but a key.

"Move in with me, Lizzie Bennet?" he asked, barely above a whisper; she could see the nervousness in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, yes, William Darcy, yes!" Lizzie practically leapt into his lap, kissing him with all the excitement and joy she felt at this new stage in their relationship.

"Thank God, I thought maybe I had wasted all that money having that key made." Lizzie lightly smacked his chest as his arms tightened around her waist, and she remained in his lap, curled against his chest for the rest of the film. When Henry kissed Danielle for the first time, William couldn't resist the urge to do the same with the woman in his arms. Lizzie watched his face as Henry announced his plans to start the university to his parents, wondering if he found it similar to his ambitions at Pemberley. They both laughed when the baroness and Marguerite fell into the pool of dye, and they couldn't resist another kiss as the narrator said, "While Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived."

The actual trip to their restaurant occurred the next evening, after they had spent the entire day packing up her small apartment. Small though it was, she had filled a large part of it with books, and it was no easy task getting them organized the way she desired. There were still quite a few things left to do, but much like when they moved her in, William insisted that they needed to take a break and have a celebration.

This time when they arrived, they were seated on a small patio near a fire pit that gave a wonderfully romantic glow. He had rigatina with a small salad, she had polpette with roasted squash. They shared not one but two bottles of Rosso di Cantrada, which she enjoyed, but found far headier than Carricante, but just as delightful. He told her about its similar Sicilian origins, telling her about a few vineyards he wished to take her to the moment she gave him permission to whisk her away. After much debate over whether they should split a slice of the tiramisu or the fruity chocolate cake, William took charge and ordered both, ostensibly so that they could determine which paired better with the Rosso di Contrada for the next time they ordered it. By the time they reached the end of the second bottle of Rosso di Contrada, he was no longer eating dessert, distracted from it by kissing the back of her hand, her knuckles, the tip of every finger, her palm…

When the check came, William shifted Lizzie's fingers between his own and ordered an uber while waiting for the server to return with his card. When he looked back up at her, he realized that the wine had shaded her lips a darker hue than their customary pink, and he couldn't help but wonder how the wine paired with the flavor of her mouth. Without warning, leaned forward and kissed her thoroughly. By the time he pulled back, she was gasping for air, and his phone was pinging the arrival of their ride home.

When they returned to his, no, their, apartment, William was still thinking of how well the fruit flavors in the red wine paired with the sweet taste of Lizzie. He kissed her again in the elevator on the way up, and it was only his determination to make sure she knew how much he loved and wanted her in his home that stopped him from trying to make love with her in the elevator.

The moment the elevator doors opened, William bent down and swept Lizzie off her feet and into his arms; he carried her through the door, kicking it closed behind him. She kicked off her shoes as he carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed and placing himself above her.

Willaim didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful than Lizzie Bennet smiling up at him, her red hair splayed around her like a halo of fire, her eyes darkened with wine and lust. The vineyards of Italy, the art of France, the mountains of Aspen, even when she had tied him to the bed and climbed on top of him-none of it had a fraction of what he was seeing in that moment. When she shyly bit her lip, he made his decision; she had taken charge the night she moved into her apartment, the first time they'd gone to their Italian restaurant. Tonight would be his turn.

"Lizzie," he whispered breathlessly, his body already responding to how closed they were pressed together.

"William," she smiled back.

"Lizzie, I want you so badly right now. I want to take charge of you the way you took charge of me that night a few months ago."

"Yes, yes. William, yes."

With that, one of William's hands was in her hair, bending her head back to expose her neck to his teeth. He heard her moan in his ear and growled in response. His hands shifted from her fiery hair to her wrists, so small in his large hands. He pulled back to look at her before pinning her wrists above her head, borrowing from her bag of tricks and grinding his erection against her. He almost lost his self control at the quiet whimper that escaped her throat, but held back.

William released her just long enough to completely remove his tie, which he then tied securely around one of her small wrists, then looped around one of the bars on his metal bed frame. He used the middle section of the tie to secure her other wrist, then used the remaining fabric to bind her wrists together.

"Now that I have you tied to my bed, Lizzie, what shall I do with you?" He whispered.

Her response was to whimper again, arching her hips towards him.

"I think I like you like this, Lizzie Bennet. Surrendering control to me, letting me take care of you, letting me tease you." He tilted her chin up, using his thumb to open her mouth slightly before kissing her, gently caressing her breast with his other hand. He slipped his hand into her hair and shifted the other from her breast to the top button of her shirt, slowly teasing it open, delighted with the black lace bra he found, kissing down her breastbone with every inch of skin he exposed. When he arrived at the waist of her jeans, he swiftly unbuttoned them and pulled them over her hips, excited to find that her underwear matched the soft lace covering her breasts. He threw her jeans to the floor next to the bed settled himself between her thighs for another slow, teasing kiss. He pulled back slightly before he wanted to, knowing how it would tease Lizzie. He waited until he saw she was watching him to slowly remove his suspenders, opening his shirt to expose the hard planes of muscle he knew she admired so. He threw his shirt on the floor to join her jeans, then smiled as he slipped his fingers into the band of her underwear.

"I believe, Lizzie Bennet," he whispered gruffly, "it's time to show you what I know about teasing."

William pulled her underwear off one tantalizing inch at a time, running his fingers, his lips, his tongue, and occasionally his teeth down both of her legs. She almost screamed for the sheer pleasure of it. He tossed the small scrap of black fabric on the floor, then tossed her legs over his shoulders. He slowly ran his tongue over her slit, hearing her transition from a soft moan of pleasure to a full scream of his name as he flicked his tongue over her clit several times in quick succession.

"Don't come without my permission, Lizzie."

"Yes. Yes, William." She gasped.

He bent his head back down and recommenced running his tongue over her, enjoying the way the flavor of pure Lizzie mingled with the taste of her mouth and the lingering feeling and taste of his share of the red wine. It was only a few minutes before Lizzie was begging him to let her come between moans. He found he didn't have the strength to deny her for very long, and by her third cry of "Please, William, please," he growled his permission and slipped a finger into her so that he could watch her face as she came for him.

Lizzie felt as if a dam was bursting inside her; holding back for William had forced her to new heights she hadn't known she was capable of reaching. Letting him have control allowed her to let go, let someone else decide. She loved him, she loved what they were doing. When she finally came, it was with a scream so loud of his name that she was certain someone else in the building must've heard it, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

As Lizzie was slowly came down from her climax, William tossed his pants into the pile of laundry accumulating on the floor and placed himself on top of her, waiting for her to return to earth before entering her.

"Come again, my darling Lizzie," he whispered before sliding into her and thrusting roughly. It took only minutes for them to climax together.

William released Lizzie's wrists from his headboard, and she was quick to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him long and hard.

"You enjoyed that, I take it."

"I loved it. Almost as much as I love you. Did you like it?

"Lizzie, darling, you pair very well with red wine." She laughed as he pulled her against his side and they drifted off to sleep together.

Together in a bed that was now neither his nor hers, but exclusively theirs.