{"id":2404,"date":"2018-03-31T14:51:36","date_gmt":"2018-03-31T18:51:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/?p=2404"},"modified":"2021-12-17T13:09:35","modified_gmt":"2021-12-17T18:09:35","slug":"chapter-32-34-if-mr-darcy-dared","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/wip\/chapter-32-34-if-mr-darcy-dared\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 32-34 If Mr. Darcy Dared"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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May I please present, Mr. and Mrs. Darcy!!!!!!!\u00a0
This is the end of the story, thank you SO MUCH EVERYONE who had read this, supported it, bought it, and please, keep posting your reviews. And I’ll get started on the next book, A Spring Society!<\/span>
XOXOX Elizabeth Ann West<\/span><\/h2>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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Chapter 32- If Mr. Darcy Dared<\/h2>\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t
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It was nearly dusk when the Darcy carriage rolled in front of number 17 Grosvenor Square. Enthralled by the hours spent in Elizabeth\u2019s company with little more to do than to talk and kiss at varying intervals, Mr. Darcy gallantly lifted his wife into the air to carry her over the threshold. Elizabeth squealed with delight as she clasped her hands around his neck, squinting her eyes closed. She could not help but feel fearful that he might stumble and they both should fall.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Open your eyes, Mrs. Darcy. You are home,” he said, and Elizabeth did just that accompanied with a gasp of wonder. The six rows of windows and pristine white columns framing the red door exceeded her imagination. Yes, it was a townhome, but it looked far more stately and double the size of the Cheapside home she knew from visiting her Aunt and Uncle Gardiner.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

As they crossed over the threshold, Elizabeth felt dizzy from the intricate geometric pattern of the marble tiles on the floor as Mr. Darcy gently set her down. She turned and gazed around her, trying to take it all in, without even worrying the staff might think her simple. Mr. Darcy kept an eye on his young wife enjoying her new home. With a smirk, he discretely spoke with housekeeper about dinner waiting for them in the dining room.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cYou must be worn, Mrs. Darcy, from your travels. I\u2019m Mrs. Coates, housekeeper here at the London household. This way and I will show you where you might refresh yourself,\u201d the older woman with kind blue eyes smiled at Elizabeth with an open hand pointing down the hall.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth was shown to a small room on the first floor that was made especially for Miss Darcy and other female guests to freshen their appearance. She had heard of these little rooms used particularly for grand balls and fetes, but Longbourn did not boast such a modern convenience. Still, after washing her face in the small basin, Elizabeth looked in the small mirror on the wall and tried to see if there was any marked difference in her appearance as a married woman. Of course, there was no sign save for the emerald and gold band on her finger, and she realized this was the first time she had been separated from her husband since they had taken their vows that morning. She had scarcely eaten or drank all day, and now that she had reached what she considered to be her final destination on her first day of being Mrs. Darcy, her stomach growled and churned with a more insistent need than her heart.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Thus, Elizabeth returned to the dining room in happy spirits and utter appreciation for the spread before them. She laughed as a plate of asparagus had been placed directly next to hers. She caught Mr. Darcy’s eye when she noticed he had planned the dinner to include all of their favorite foods.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Neither one of them felt the need to fill the meal with unnecessary chatter. Elizabeth felt cheered to see that her appetite was matched by Mr. Darcy’s.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

It was only by the second course, including a complete change of tableware between each offering, that Elizabeth suddenly began to feel slightly self-conscious. She felt most anxious and apprehensive about what was to follow after dinner. As a method of coping, she relied more and more on her wine glass to settle her nerves.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Leave us,” Mr. Darcy said in his practiced tone of the master of the house. Elizabeth marveled that all three footmen in the dining room seemed to disappear at once. Suddenly, she was alone with her husband.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“You are unhappy; what makes you frown, dearest?” Mr. Darcy asked as Elizabeth covered her mouth with her serviette, surprised that her body language had betrayed her fears and anxieties to Mr. Darcy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“I am not unhappy, far from it!” she exclaimed. But then she took a deep breath and realized the burden of fear still lay upon her shoulders. Flattening her hands on the elegant tablecloth, Elizabeth looked down at the ring on her left hand that symbolized Fitzwilliam’s love for her. “It is just, your house is so grand,” she haphazardly said, biting her lower lip as he gently chuckled.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Our home,” he corrected. “Our home is so grand. This is but one of them; I hesitate to tell you. And perhaps,” he paused to take a sip of his wine, “the least grand of them all,” he speculated as Elizabeth cringed in further embarrassment.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

When she opened her eyes, she spied that Fitzwilliam had pulled his chair out and much like other times that they had to discuss a troubling subject, he invited her to come and sit with him so that they might be close while tackling the difficult topic. Elizabeth stood and accepted her husband’s invitation to sit crossways across his lap, finding the nearness of his person to be an instant balm to her worries.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Yes, there is a surfeit of riches \u2013 but we are mere stewards of it all. We manage it well and pass it along to the next generation,” Mr. Darcy recited an approximation of the speech his mother gave him under a very different set of circumstances. He had been caught being unkind to George Wickham, and his mother had pulled him aside to explain to her son there was no superiority to be had in wealth and that character relied entirely upon how a man acts. Remembering the conversation with his mother so long ago, Fitzwilliam momentarily felt a bit of sadness as he kissed his wife, wishing his parents could have met Elizabeth and come to know her as he did.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth deepened their kiss, pulling the lapels of her husband’s coat so as to urge him even closer. To his surprise, his new wife gave a small nibble on his bottom lip before she pulled away.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“I believe we can risk that,” she said.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Risk what?” Fitzwilliam asked, confused as his many thoughts made him momentarily forget what they had been talking about.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth blushed. <\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Beginning a new generation,\u201d she said laughing as Darcy’s eyes widened.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

\u201cAre you suggesting you’re ready to retire, Mrs. Darcy?” he asked, allowing his hands to begin roaming up the small of his wife’s back and around to her rib cage.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth leaned back as she anticipated where his hands would go. She was soon rewarded as his expert fingertips found precisely the place on her breast to tease and taunt.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Is it sinful to say yes?”<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“No,” he huskily whispered in her ear as he kissed her jawline and his hand reached down to caress her between her legs. “I believe it makes you a very dutiful wife.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth whimpered as Mr. Darcy pulled the sleeve of her gown down just enough to give him access to her breast. His mouth hungrily devoured her pert bud as she moved her hips against his hand, desperate for his touch.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

Abruptly, her husband groaned and ceased all of his affections as he struggled to catch his breath. Elizabeth felt much the same.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Do you wish to retire to your bedroom or mine?” he asked, about to explain that unfortunately her room was not quite finished in preparation for her arrival. But her question erased any need for such an explanation.<\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Where have you imagined us joining together?” she asked as a spot of color appeared in Mr. Darcy’s cheeks. Feeling bold, she leaned forward and repaid him with a husky whisper of her own. <\/span><\/span><\/p>

“Show me to your chambers, Fitzwilliam.”<\/span><\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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