Elizabeth

Elizabeth’s Room




(Something different happened in Elizabeth’s room)

Disclaimer: based on the 2005 movie of ‘Pride and Prejudice’.





He stood, acting rather shifty and nervous clutching his black leather gloves. Elizabeth Bennett didn’t know what he wanted or why he was there. He just entered her room, rather ungentlemanly and stood there silently. “Please, do be seated,” Lizzie said with a warm smile as she gestured politely to a chair. But still Mr. Darcy stood in silence while he fidgeted with his gloves. Lizzie became a little confused. Did he have bad news to bring her? Why was he acting so unlike himself? “I’m afraid Mr. and Mrs. Collins have gone on business to the village,” Lizzie explained thinking that he was perhaps here to see the Collins. Still he stood there in silence until finally he spoke. “This is a charming house I believe my Aunt did a great deal to it when Mr. Collins arrived,” he said, his voice nervous and somewhat confused by his own actions as if he was surprised he was even speaking to her or speaking at all. “I believe so, she could not bestow her kindness on a more grateful subject,” Lizzie replied to him, surprised herself that she was speaking so casually to a man she despised.

A few more moments of silence followed. “Shall I call for some tea?” Lizzie asked and he reply came immediately, “No thank you.” Mr. Darcy then turned to leave. “You do not have leave.” Lizzie said she could hardly believe the words left her mouth. Mr. Darcy did not move. He only had his back to her standing with his hand on the doorknob. Lizzie half wanted him to stay and half wanted him to leave. He wasn’t the best company but he also wasn’t the worst. Lizzie supposed there were worse men and women she could be spending her time with. Slowly Mr. Darcy turned around to face her; Mr. Darcy’s expression unreadable and unchanging as he suddenly and slowly began to walk towards Lizzie. Taken aback by his sudden action Lizzie stepped back as far as she could before hitting the writing desk she had been previously using before hand.

Mr. Darcy finally came up close to Lizzie who was now shaking like a leaf in the autumn wind. His hand came up and touched her jaw and traced the line before his hand cupped the side of her long white neck. His thumb brushed over her lips and Lizzie’s heart raced. Mr. Darcy leaned forward and kissed Lizzie on the forehead. The hand that had been touching her neck moved away. Lizzie suddenly found herself trapped as both his arms came to rest on both sides of the desk behind her. Mr. Darcy pulled away slightly and looked into her eyes. Lizzie starred back and searched his eyes. He was actually completely out of character. Lizzie half expected him to begin challenging her fighting with her with quick words and a smart attitude.

But instead Mr. Darcy’s lips came to rest over her own gently. Lizzie couldn’t believe it; her first kiss with the man she loathed! He pulled away but only a few inches. Then looking intently in her eyes he kissed her once more. This time the kiss was more passionate. Lizzie felt his warm tongue tracing her lips begging to be let in. Enjoying the kiss so far Lizzie obliged and allowed him access. He groaned softly as his tongue entered her mouth and Lizzie moaned. She never felt this kind of sensation before. It was amazingly wonderful. Now she knew what it was like to be kissed. One of Mr. Darcy’s hands came up to hold her delicate arm and his other hand came to rest on her hip and with a gentle tug he pressed her snuggly against him. Lizzie’s hands came up and grasped his arms. The kiss was becoming more urgent and passionate and Lizzie was beginning to become afraid of where this may lead to. Never had she been in such intimate contact with any man. And here Lizzie was alone in her room with a most bitter cold and unfeeling man she had ever met and she was doing a most intimate act with him.

They weren’t even engaged and yet they were kissing like an engaged couple would! Mr. Darcy then pushed Lizzie back a little until she was sitting on the writing desk. He pulled away a moment and searched her eyes for any disapproval of what they were doing. His own eyes begged her to tell him to stop because he knew if he didn’t she would truly be spoiled after he was through with her. But Lizzie suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her and pressed her lips against his. Another passionate kiss followed the first. Mr. Darcy’s hands went to Lizzie’s knees and he slowly spread them apart from one another. He pulled her closer and wrapped her legs around his waist. He picked her up and carried Lizzie to her bed where he laid her down gently and let himself come to rest atop her.

Kiss after they shared and soon Lizzie’s skirts were being slowly pushed up her thighs. Mr. Darcy pressed himself closer to Lizzie and she felt a hard object poking at her intimate areas. Lizzie knew a bit about male anatomy and knew where all the “important” parts were but she had never seen or felt a man before. And right now Lizzie was quite sure that Mr. Darcy wanted her to feel him. Lizzie ran her hands down his back and pressed him closer to herself as she loved the feeling of his maleness rubbing against her so intimately. Every time it moved against her new and unexplainable feelings would swarm into her belly and between her thighs where she felt a familiar heat and butterfly feeling.

Lizzie was quite sure it was feeling quite good to Mr. Darcy as well because soft moans and grunts were coming from him. More kisses followed and Mr. Darcy’s hand found it’s way down her front and touched her clothed breast and massaged it’s fullness in his hand and that shot a jolt of electricity towards the area between her legs. Mr. Darcy sat up and just starred down at the flushed Lizzie who was grasping tightly onto his forearms and was breathing heavily. He leaned down and kissed her once more on the lips and entwined his tongue and hands with hers. “Forgive me,” he said softly as he sat up from her and removed himself from the bed and from her body. He leaned down and picked up his gloves and sighed deeply. Lizzie sat up from the bed and starred at him. “This one act that you’ve done to me deserves to apology.” Lizzie told him. Mr. Darcy immediately turned around and was about to speak when someone opened a door. “Good day,” Mr. Darcy said quickly and ran out of the room and house.

Lizzie jumped to her feet and watched him run. There in the hall Charlotte stood and starred at Lizzie and then watched as Mr. Darcy ran to his horse. “What on earth have you done to Mr. Darcy?” Charlotte asked her friend. Lizzie sighed deeply. “I have no idea.”


-The End-