{"id":6354,"date":"2020-03-01T14:03:53","date_gmt":"2020-03-01T19:03:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/?p=6354"},"modified":"2021-12-17T13:09:36","modified_gmt":"2021-12-17T18:09:36","slug":"mr-darcys-twelfth-night-chapter-4-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/elizabethannwest.com\/author\/wip\/mr-darcys-twelfth-night-chapter-4-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Mr. Darcy’s Twelfth Night Chapter 4 & 5"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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Chapter 5 was not on my outline. Seriously, these two characters get into a room and…. I warn you married sex is the hottest \ud83d\ude09<\/span><\/h2>

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Thanks to the wedding, the only introduction that needed to be made was between Mrs. Darcy and Miss Darcy. Though the pleasantries were exchanged in the parlor, it was only once the three women, Lady Matlock, Mrs. Darcy, and Miss Darcy, were inside the Matlock carriage that Elizabeth could begin to see her new sister’s personality firsthand. Georgiana Darcy was incredibly shy. And she sat on the bench next to her aunt, rather lost in her own thoughts, as Lady Matlock dominated the conversation.<\/span><\/p>

“I applaud you for dragging my nephew out of the country and into civilization. He has not been one to dine and dance nearly as much as he ought, and I am beginning to see what a compliment your presence shall be to his life,” Lady Matlock paid Mrs. Darcy the high compliment, rather pleased with herself in her platitudes.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth gulped, seeing parallels between Lady Matlock and the other aunt of Mr. Darcy’s she was rather poorly acquainted with, Lady Catherine de Bourgh.<\/span><\/p>

“Yes, your Ladyship. Though I will confess I am a creature of the countryside myself, preferring a jaunt in the woods as much as a ballroom, any day. And I cannot claim any interest in changing, fundamentally, Mr. Darcy’s nature,” Elizabeth said, watching Georgiana’s expression more than her superior’s.<\/span><\/p>

“I was warned you speak your mind most passionately. But I caution you in setting your resolve so firm. My nephew has been a bachelor these many years since his father died, but as he is now married, he will be viewed differently. The expectations are high for the Darcy family to prosper and take their place in society. You must be up to the task, my dear, or I fear there shall be consequences my nephew has not fathomed.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth met Lady Matlock’s gaze and caught Miss Darcy’s cringe in her peripheral vision. “There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me,” Elizabeth stated, feeling a strong sense of having had this exact conversation before. Miss Darcy’s eyes widened in shock at her new sister across from her, and Elizabeth flashed the young woman a smile.<\/span><\/p>

Lady Matlock nodded, and to Elizabeth’s surprise, did not echo the sentiments of the other Darcy aunt Elizabeth knew. There was no discussion about polluting the shades of Pemberley, or unsuitableness of their match. Instead, the countess accepted her new niece’s sentiments fully, and laid out her plan.<\/span><\/p>

“That was precisely what I was hoping you’d say. We shall purchase you a wardrobe to match that pluck! We are here,” her ladyship announced just as the carriage rolled to a stop. As her ladyship took her precedence to alight from the carriage first, Elizabeth started to tell her she already possessed a generous wardrobe, but stopped when she noticed the footman whispering into her ladyship\u2019s ear. She was so distracted by the sight, Miss Darcy reminded Elizabeth to take her due.<\/span><\/p>

“You must go next, Mrs. Darcy,” she said quietly, only when the pause had become longer than what was fashionable.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth exhaled impatiently. “My apologies, Miss Darcy, I’ve lived a lifetime being the second daughter, I’m afraid my natural count is to be the third to climb down, not the second,” she laughed, putting Miss Darcy at ease.<\/span><\/p>

Inside Lady Matlock’s modiste held an entirely new world to Elizabeth. First, they met Lady Jersey and made pleasantries, with Lady Matlock doing most of the talking. Somehow, Elizabeth passed muster as Lady Jersey said he adieu and promised a dinner invitation to both the Matlocks and the Darcys.<\/span><\/p>

When that was done, the ladies were seated in what felt more like a high-end parlor than a shop and served tea. Elizabeth dreaded the moment she would be stood upon a stool, in nothing but her chemise, and she wondered if Lady Matlock would intrude upon that moment much like her mother always had.<\/span><\/p>

But instead, the conversation continued between Lady Matlock and the shop owner’s wife, Madam Walters, as though Elizabeth and Georgiana were not even there. And truthfully, Elizabeth had to focus greatly to follow the thread of conversation because the majority of her concern rested with the young woman who had not been able to attend their wedding, despite writing four pages of felicitations to them. While Elizabeth appreciated Lady Matlock’s care for her future as Mrs. Darcy, the introduction with Miss Darcy, her new sister, was not going as she would have liked. Sitting next to the young woman, Elizabeth could feel her uncertainty as she sat stiffly and upright on the settee.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Indeed, I am well met at the moment. Four gowns and accompanying accoutrements could be ordered, though I am very busy this time or year, your Ladyship,” Madame Walters explained.<\/span><\/p>

“Then add a rush premium, her husband is good for the coin. But we will need to see a selection of plates and samples. Are you certain a fifth and a coat cannot be managed?”<\/span><\/p>

Madame Walters brightened at the explanation that Mr. Darcy could handle the bills. “It is not a question of cost,”<\/span><\/p>

“Of course it is! It is always a question of cost! My niece requires your best!”<\/span><\/p>

Madame Walters calmly sipped her tea, and Elizabeth’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. Her mother negotiated similarly when they shopped in Meryton, and the experience was similarly unpleasant. As the main subject of the fuss, Mrs. Darcy felt honor bound to find her voice and find it quickly.<\/span><\/p>

“Madame Walters, I wish to thank you for making time for me today. I understand you’ve done so without great notice?” Elizabeth asked, and the highly desired mantua-maker nodded while Lady Matlock sat uncomfortably, rather astonished that the new Mrs. Darcy would undermine her efforts so brazenly. “I believe that our family’s plans to leave London so early were in particular out of desire to see Miss Darcy. As she is now here,” Elizabeth turned to smile brightly at the young woman next to her, including her in the conversation, “I do not believe there is quite the rush on my items.” Finally, turning towards Lady Matlock, she added, “If we could select a fifth look and a coat to be made, delivered within the fortnight, I should be most grateful.” Elizabeth finished and rested her final gaze on Madame Walters.<\/span><\/p>

The woman held a slackened expression, and silence reigned in the shop. The seconds passed and the only sign Elizabeth gave of discomfort was taking a deeper breath, then sitting up straighter in her seat. Slowly, Madame Walters raised her left hand and held it up in the manner of a queen giving a great edict. A line of young women began to file out from the back rooms, each one carrying something new. The refreshments were replaced with fresh cut fruit and more delicate desserts, baskets of fabric samples were carried in, and the table before them was suddenly full of sketches of the latest fashions from Paris.<\/span><\/p>

“You knew I would like her,” Madame Walters commented, before leaning forward to adjust the fashion plates based on her own tastes for her newest client, Mrs. Darcy. She quickly put aside the designs more fitting a maiden than a married woman, but likewise jettisoned any fashions too matronly for the youthful exuberance before her. Elizabeth watched with fascination as the overwhelming display became a lineup of just a dozen dresses.<\/span><\/p>

“Let’s just say, I had my suspicions,” Lady Matlock answered, leaning forward to match Madame, and instantly pressing two designs in the line towards her. “These two, for certain.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth Darcy cleared her throat, making both older women laugh.<\/span><\/p>

“Forgive me, but am I not to be consulted?” she asked, good-naturedly as Madame Walters slid the two Matlock chosen designs back into line. “Hmmm, let me see,” Elizabeth said, inspecting the first plate, a long evening gown with sleeves to the elbow. “No, thank you, I believe I would feel quite restrained,” she commented, looking to Miss Darcy to include the young woman.<\/span><\/p>

“Oh, but Madame could modify the sleeve to an open cut with a ribbon tie,” Lady Matlock tried to defend one of the two designs she had selected, but Elizabeth shook her head.<\/span><\/p>

“Mr. Darcy has probably not told you yet, but I dearly love to dance. And I never wear gowns with a sleeve in a ballroom if I can help it,” was all Mrs. Darcy would say, without explaining further that when she danced, she did so with such vigor, she routinely flushed with heat from the experience. But she had expressed enough that no one asked for more. Still, Elizabeth did not wish to be contrary for the sake of being contrary, so she smiled at her new aunt and pushed the second design she had selected, an evening gown with a cap sleeve and a v-styled neckline forward. “But could the bodice be cut in a similar style to this gown?” Elizabeth asked, but Lady Matlock interrupted.<\/span><\/p>

“No, my dear, the entire point of a gown like that is to show off your ample bosom. Many ladies cannot dream to wear such a gown until they have had a child, but you, with your figure, would look sublime!” Lady Matlock complimented Elizabeth, making her turn red in embarrassment.<\/span><\/p>

“Yes, but I’m not accustomed to wearing my neckline in that style\u2014”<\/span><\/p>

“Of course not! I should hope your mother was not encouraging such a fashion for her daughters before they were married!” Madame Walters teased, not knowing that Elizabeth’s mother had in fact suggested a more risque display of her d\u00e9colletage on more than one occasion, but that Elizabeth’s own modesty had won out. Thus, Mrs. Darcy felt even less comfortable in the discussion.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

A small cough next to her brought everyone’s focus to Miss Darcy, who they had almost forgotten was there.<\/span><\/p>

“I believe that my brother would love such a gown on you, Mrs. Darcy, and perhaps Madame could also fashion a lace topped petticoat and one plain to go with the gown?” Miss Darcy’s voice grew quieter and quieter as she lost her nerve halfway through her attempt to defend her new sister. But Elizabeth nodded vigorously as she understood her sister’s plan halfway through.<\/span><\/p>

“Yes! That would allow me to try the gown in both fashions, a more open one, or one with a slight touch of modesty,” she reinforced Georgiana’s plan. “And the main gown, would that be in a similar powder blue?” Elizabeth asked, referencing the fashion plate before them.<\/span><\/p>

“Prussian blue!” Madame Walters exclaimed, pulling a piece of the rich, blue silk from the basket and holding it out for Elizabeth’s inspection. “Yes, feel the damask,” she said, offering the fabric swatch to her client. Mrs. Darcy readily accepted the expensive piece of silk and her eyes widened. “Hold it up, if you please, against your complexion,” Madame Walters instructed and Elizabeth obliged, feeling slightly awkward as she hesitated. But Madame Walters became so animated, that Elizabeth only lightly blushed as she complimented Elizabeth’s skin tone and high cheekbones.<\/span><\/p>

“That should be your gown for Twelfth Night and I shall lend you my sapphires if Darcy doesn’t have any here,” Lady Matlock pronounced, and as Elizabeth tried to say she couldn’t possibly accept, Georgiana grew more bold to push a design forward herself. The gown had not only a plunging V-neckline like the first, but three rows of flounces on the skirt hem and instead of cap sleeves, the sleeves were short and pushed off the shoulder completely.<\/span><\/p>

“What about this one in that emerald silk?” Georgiana asked, earning a nod of approval from Madame Walters.<\/span><\/p>

“This young one has a good eye. Will you be debuting this Season?” she asked, watching Miss Darcy carefully.<\/span><\/p>

When the direct question caught Miss Darcy off guard, Elizabeth interrupted to agree to the gown and reach for the emerald silk, handing back the Prussian blue. The matter was dropped as Elizabeth eagerly asked questions about changes to that gown, and was soundly dismissed as well.<\/span><\/p>

After three more designs were chosen, plus a riding habit that Elizabeth explained she did not need but was overruled by both Lady Matlock and Miss Darcy, the last selections included two coats, with one lined in fur for when they went to Pemberley later in the winter.<\/span><\/p>

With agreements made for two gowns to be delivered that week, and the remaining items within the fortnight, Mrs. Darcy’s order was carefully noted on parchment by one of Madame Walters’ assistants. Finally, despite her earlier embarrassments, and desire to return to her husband’s side, Elizabeth felt bold enough to ask if it was time for her measurements to be taken.<\/span><\/p>

“Measurements? Here?” Madame Walters looked confused, especially as her next client for the day had arrived. “No, my new friend, I shall visit your home tomorrow with my assistants with the fabrics we have selected. We always fit our clients in their homes where they are the most comfortable,” she explained, finding the unassuming airs of Mrs. Darcy utterly refreshing compared to the conniving social climbers she usually dealt with.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth Darcy thanked Madame Walters for her time and expertise, and promised to give the new designs a fair consideration.<\/span><\/p>

“Absolutely, for once others see your figure wearing my designs, I shall not have an appointment available from now until July!” Madame Walters jested, and they all shared a laugh. Then she made sure to add she would always make time for Lady Matlock and Mrs. Darcy. Finally, turning to Miss Darcy, making it clear she had not forgotten her earlier question, she spoke to the youngest woman in the party directly. “And when you debut, you must come see me. We shall accentuate your height so that you turn heads like Aphrodite herself!”<\/span><\/p>

Miss Darcy mumbled her appreciation for the compliment, and the Matlock carriage was called to take them back to Darcy House. When they were safely in the carriage, Elizabeth finally had the nerve to confess what had bothered her the most about the appointment.<\/span><\/p>

“I did not ask to see the final bill and now I am afraid my husband will be very cross when he learns all that we have purchased,” Elizabeth lamented as they slowly made their way through the afternoon traffic of Mayfair.<\/span><\/p>

“The bill? What silly worry is there over that? Fitzwilliam will pay it, and that is that. You cannot have thought to embarrass him by acting like a pauper. My dear, in London it is all about how you appear to be. And thankfully in your case, my nephew is more than flush to carry the day. He might gripe or complain because he has never had to dress a woman in Town. But you will need three to four gowns a day during the height of the Season.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth’s stomach felt to have fallen somewhere by her knees at the very idea of a wardrobe so large! “But then my clothing would need their own carriage to get home to Pemberley!” she exclaimed and both Lady Matlock and Miss Darcy laughed.<\/span><\/p>

“A carriage and a wagon are necessary for my clothing. Lord Matlock grew so tired of it, that now I keep a full wardrobe in both Town and country!” Lady Matlock explained light-heartedly, and Elizabeth chuckled along.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Her letter to Jane would have to include not only the most enjoyable shopping experience she’d ever had for a gown, but also warn her dear sister at the sheer number of frocks she would have to avail herself of before she and Mr. Bingley could expect to spend a lengthy time in London.<\/span><\/p>

No wonder Miss Bingley was always so talkative about her fashion! For Elizabeth to procure such a wardrobe in addition to what she already owned, she would need to visit the mantua maker nearly every day for weeks on end! She was just about to remark as much, but the carriage finally slowed in front of Darcy House. It was just well, she was honestly afraid if she pointed out such a ridiculous commitment to shopping would be necessary to buy that many gowns, Lady Matlock would begin to make appointments!<\/span><\/p>\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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For the Love of a Bennet<\/strong><\/p>

What if Elizabeth Bennet traveled with Lydia to Brighton<\/em>?<\/span>

A reimagining of Jane Austen’s most beloved tale,\u00a0Pride & Prejudice,\u00a0<\/span>join author Elizabeth Ann West as she writes the romantic adventure story she always wanted! When Lizzy and Lydia arrive in Brighton, it’s very clear that the younger Bennet sister came with very serious plans towards Mr. Wickham. Thankfully, an old ally is also in town, with problems of his own to solve. After Mr. Darcy, himself, is summoned to Brighton to hopefully solve two dilemmas with one wealthy member of the gentry, the whole militia is thrown into an uproar by Wickham’s most dastardly deed, yet. Together, Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy have to save Lydia from her own undoing, or it will mean more than just mere reputations are ruined.

For the Love of a Bennet<\/em>\u00a0<\/span>is a novel length story, currently being posted chapter by chapter on Elizabeth’s author site. This story was originally conceptualized in 2019 as a part of the All Go to Brighton challenge.<\/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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The ladies found the men in Mr. Darcy’s study, with Colonel Fitzwilliam and his father jovially enjoying a whisky and a cigar. Mr. Darcy tended to work at his large executive style desk.<\/span><\/p>

“Ah, Mother, you have returned. Now we can learn what kind of wondrous spread shall be feasted upon for dinner,” Colonel Fitzwilliam sat up from his lounging position with his feet upon the ottoman. He stood and pertly nodded to pay his respects to the finer sex entering the room.<\/span><\/p>

“I’ve told the Cook to prepare Georgiana’s favorite, stuffed lobster tails. Come, say your goodbyes, Georgiana, I have told them to hold the carriage.” Lady Matlock displayed the commanding leadership abilities her son, the Colonel, had inherited without fuss.<\/span><\/p>

“Leave? But we just got here! How could I ever fathom leaving my new cousin and her husband when they have likely not had the kind company only our clan provides?” Colonel Fitzwilliam bombastically sat back upon his chair, insinuating he would not leave, and Georgiana began to giggle.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

Mr. Darcy grew irate. Mrs. Darcy yawned, and suddenly her husband’s anger turned to concern.<\/span><\/p>

“You are exhausted, my dear,” he said, standing up from his desk to take two paces closer to his wife. As he stood close enough to place his hand upon the small of her back, Elizabeth leaned slightly into him and then looked up to smile at him, suddenly feeling much better in his presence. Once again, the two newly married registered no one else in the room except themselves.<\/span><\/p>

“There we are, Mrs. Darcy can take a rest, and then join us all for a rousing dinner in the dining room.” Colonel Fitzwilliam refilled his glass from the side table next to the chair, earning a stare from both of his parents.<\/span><\/p>

“Richard!” They both yelled in unison.<\/span><\/p>

Finally, it was Georgiana who felt a surge of protectiveness at the threat to her brother and new sister’s happiness.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“We will not bother them, that is not why we came. You promised me a ride in the park this afternoon. And you never break your promises to me,” Georgiana said, addressing Richard, her guardian in addition to her elder brother.<\/span><\/p>

Richard jealously eyed his cousin’s felicity, and scowled. Then he knocked back the fresh drink he had just poured.<\/span><\/p>

Lord and Lady Matlock began their goodbyes and ushered out their son and niece. Georgiana lingered for a moment, and Mrs. Darcy, realizing the young woman’s dilemma. She opened up one of her arms and her husband followed suit, and the young woman rushed to embrace both of them.<\/span><\/p>

“You do not mind staying with your aunt and uncle?” Mrs. Darcy asked, as she suddenly felt a little guilty to keep Miss Darcy from her home.<\/span><\/p>

“Not in the slightest! And I shall see you tomorrow, if that is permissible?”<\/span><\/p>

“Of course! Come in the morning,” Mrs. Darcy invited, and her husband groaned. Then she smiled, and reconsidered. “Why don’t we plan to have tea? And I hear you play piano so beautifully,” Elizabeth finished.<\/span><\/p>

“But we are to shop tomorrow for your suite!” Georgiana said, and now it was Mrs. Darcy who groaned.<\/span><\/p>

“Come, Georgiana, let’s not bombard your sister with all of our plans,” Lady Matlock gently scolded, and Elizabeth didn’t bother to object.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

When at last the study door closed and the Matlock party left, Mr. Darcy wasted not a second to pull his wife into a proper embrace and kiss her breathlessly. Frantically, their hands grasped fistfuls of clothing as the two pulled one another as close as one might achieve, and their kiss deepened and deepened until at last, Mrs. Darcy pulled away for air. Feeling her blood pounding in her ears, she relished her husband’s hands roaming down her back and over her rump, before he jerked her pelvis tightly into his own.<\/span><\/p>

“That separation was unbearable,” he said.<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth, suddenly feeling not the slightest fatigued, and wishing for more of her husband’s attentions, longingly looked towards the door. Mr. Darcy followed her gaze, then bent his head down to kiss the small section of his wife’s clavicle exposed by the collar of her Spencer. His hands worked on releasing the buttons down her front. However, his hands were so large, that after each one he stretched his fingers to stroke precisely where Mrs. Darcy’s nipples were dutifully positioned by her stays. She moaned, and he moved on to the next button, repeating his mission over and over, until at last, he was able to remove her Spencer jacket entirely.<\/span><\/p>

“Fitzwilliam,” she said, again looking to the door. He shook his head.<\/span><\/p>

“None shall enter, and I’m afraid I cannot wait, my love,” he released the fall to his breeches, and her eyes immediately fell to the silky, smooth long member her husband possessed that gave her so much pleasure. Confused as to her husband’s plans, she allowed him to take the lead in their scandalous rendezvous in his study. He kneeled and as his hands began to grab her skirts and lift them, he nuzzled his face directly into her bosom, pressing his nose into the crease caused by her busk and inhaling her scent.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Did the dressmaker touch you?” he asked, his thumbs rubbing circles into her thighs as she anticipated what was coming next.<\/span><\/p>

“No, no one touched me at all,” she answered, truthfully, feeling her husband playfully nip with his teeth over the fabric of her gown at the nipples he had teased earlier. Experienced in his love-making, she surmised what he wanted, what they both wanted, and she removed her hands from his grasping his curly locks at the nape of his neck, and slid the shoulders of her gown down. Fitzwilliam held her bunched skirts in one hand, while the other reached up to tug her neckline and stays far enough to expose her breasts. He took his pause to gaze upon them lovingly, as he always did when he dressed her, and when his mouth quickly pulled her left nipple between his lips, Elizabeth’s leaned back against his desk in ecstasy. Of course, he did not only use his mouth, as his free hand snaked between her thighs to find her pearl slick with wetness and engorged from her ardor. He rubbed her folds incessantly as she cried out louder when he sucked hard on her nipple until the rosebud skin formed a hard, pert bulb against his tongue.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“Fitzwilliam,” she managed, catching her breath, and squirming against the slightly uncomfortable pressure in her midsection from her stays. But it was not so painful that she wished to stop her husband.<\/span><\/p>

He stood up to claim her mouth, her hands greedily grasping his member as they kissed and it became within her reach. Her palm felt a bead a wetness from him, as she recognized neither one of them would ‘last long’, as he had explained to her in their earlier couplings.<\/span><\/p>

He groaned when she shared with him her manual abilities to place pressure directly along his shaft. Involuntarily, he thrust against her hand, calling out a guttural sound that began as pleasure but strangled at the top of his throat as he fought for self-control.<\/span><\/p>

“I must,” he said, and she nodded, allowing his hands to turn her around to face his desk. She placed her palms upon the top, minding the well of ink. Errantly, her mind raced about how terrible it might be for the ink to spill and ruin all of her husband’s careful work, until she felt her husband’s hand urge her thighs apart and different part of him entirely pressed for entry. As his hands struggled to keep her gown up, he finally lifted the skirt so high that it could drape over her back as Elizabeth bent forward as far as her mispositioned stays would allow. Gruffly, Fitzwilliam grasped her hips and lifted her to a height he could penetrate, forcing his lovely wife to her tip toes.<\/span><\/p>

For a moment, pressure against a region of her body he had not yet explored made her fingernails dig into the piles of parchment, and she mewed at the unexpected pleasure. Mr. Darcy paused, noting his wife’s interest in such a position, but knew better than to initiate such an act with no preparation. Unable to wait any longer, he directed the head of his manhood to slip down her folds, and their combined anticipation allowed there to be no friction to his entry. One strong thrust and he was fully seated, connected to his love as deeply as their anatomies would allow. Elizabeth gasped, and moved against her husband’s movements in an effort to bring them closer. Worried his strength might hurt her, Fitzwilliam kept his hands between the wood of the desk and her hips so that as they both fought to find their pleasure, he could grasp and pull her instead of injure her against the edge of the desktop.<\/span><\/p>

“Oh, please, Fitzwilliam,” she urged, and it was all her husband needed to hear. Frantically, he quickened their pace, losing his thoughts to the overwhelming ecstasy overtaking his body. A familiar tingling began to surge up from the straining muscles in his legs to his abdomen, and he momentarily worried about his wife’s needs. “I cannot!” she shouted as she squealed with delight, tilting her pelvis in his hands to get precisely the angle that she desired. When her muscles tensed around his shaft in her own orgasm, Mr. Darcy came undone.<\/span><\/p>

Jerkily, he found his completion, collapsing down over his wife’s form, breathing hard. Elizabeth lay flat against the desktop, her toes no longer able to touch the ground as they had loved so hard, and the heavy oak desk had budged not an inch. She opened her eyes and sighed. The inkwell had spilled, but thankfully what little contents had been inside were pooling away from her face. But her husband’s correspondence was ruined.<\/span><\/p>

“My love, my love,” Mr. Darcy whispered, kissing his wife’s cheek before lifting his weight off of her. Carefully, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and removed himself from the private connection only lovers knew. Elizabeth squirmed backwards so that at last, she could touch down again with her boots, and she stood up to restore her attire. She tugged her bodice and neckline of her gown back into place, while her husband stared at her, admiring the flush of ardor still in her cheeks.<\/span><\/p>

Twisting around, she stared down at the mess of parchment and ink on his desktop.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

“I’m afraid your work is ruined,” she said, with a sadness in her voice.<\/span><\/p>

He cleared his throat, and spoke in an apologetically formal tone of voice. “And your gown.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth looked down to see smears of ink from their activities and freshly written correspondence had ruined her olive silk. She sighed and her lower lip quibbled, making her husband believe he had truly upset her over the soiling of her gown.<\/span><\/p>

“I’m so very sorry, my loveliest, if this was a favorite frock of yours. We shall get another made, and if it’s not correct, then another until it’s just as you prefer it,” he offered.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>

But Elizabeth stamped her foot as her emotions and returning exhaustion made voicing her words difficult. Remembering a trick from her aunt, she blew out a breath, then inhaled through her nose and spoke:<\/span><\/p>

“No, it is not that I was particular about this gown, it’s that I’ve learned today, I dearly hate to shop!”<\/span><\/p>

When her husband understood it was annoyance, not despair, that had made his petite wife flustered, he started to laugh. She could not keep her frustration going for long, as her tinkling giggle joined him, and soon they were both laughing so hard that the only way Mr. Darcy could stop them was to pull her into an embrace.<\/span><\/p>

Finally, they calmed, and he suggested she take a rest as she had originally planned. But when he bent down to kiss her, their kiss deepened and Elizabeth moaned.<\/span><\/p>

“This is dangerous, husband. If you keep kissing me, we might never leave your study,” she mused.<\/span><\/p>

“On the bright side,” he said, pressing a kiss along the top of her hairline, “if we remain here until we are both restored for a repeat performance, we limit the number of gowns I ruin.”<\/span><\/p>

Elizabeth snorted as her head had rested against his chest. Then she pulled back to look up at him.<\/span><\/p>

“The logic of Fitzwilliam Darcy?” she asked.<\/span><\/p>

“Nay,” he said, finding her lips as her small pout at his answer begged for another kiss to be placed upon them. “The love of Fitzwilliam Darcy.”<\/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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