Mr. and Mrs. Darcy

The wedding was everything they desired it to be and more. The tender words of love and devotion, though held as trifles by many, reached to depths of both their souls. The unspoken promises lingered with every moment. Their love, so privately passionate, yet evident to all, brought smiles to those who knew them intimately. Happiness, it seemed, easily followed the young couple. And Mr. and Mrs. Darcy were truly and completely happy.

Grasping Elizabeth’s small hand in his strong one, Mr. Darcy-- William, as Elizabeth refused to address him as either Fitzwilliam or Mr. Darcy-- led his new bride out of the threshold of the parish near Pemberley (ironically the very same parsonage Mr. Wickham so wanted to have), with a shower of petals flying through the air and the loud cheering of the crowd carrying in the lazy breeze. Beaming brightly, Elizabeth waved goodbye to her family and stopped especially to place a kiss on Mr. Bennett’s cheek. William helped Lizzie into the open carriage that would take them to his ancestral home where they would spend the night before departing to one of their smaller estates near Scotland for a fortnight.

Sadly, a fortnight was all that could be afforded for the couple. Mr. Darcy could hardly abandon his affairs for much longer. Elizabeth was not completely distraught over this arrangement, as she was eager to begin her duties as mistress of such a large and daunting household.

Riding in the carriage, William lightly touched Lizzie’s cheek, his eyes radiating the feelings his heart could not show. The hand traveled down the curve of her cheek to the pale skin of her neck, to the lacy neckline of her white dress, then the length of her arm to grasp her hand tightly. Elizabeth blushed at the smoldering look William had in his eyes. Really, she thought, he is quite handsome.

The carriage pulled up to the grand driveway that heralded the general opulence that was Pemberley. The intense beauty of the grounds was mesmerizing. Sloping hills, stately trees, and patches of pastel wildflowers dressed the awe-inspiring nature that perfectly suited the estate. It seemed that every component of Pemberley-- every flower, bush, statue, lake, and window-- blended together in a startling symbiosis that exuded perfection. And, even in all the splendor and luxury, there was another feeling that pervaded Lizzie and William’s senses: home. Though it had always been home for Mr. Darcy, with a Mrs. Darcy, Pemberley appeared to be the home he had always desired. And for Elizabeth, she could not help but relate this wonderful house to her beloved William, and with him, she felt home.

Squeezing Lizzie’s hand, William helped her out of the carriage when it slowed to stop at the stairs of the entryway. The nervous anticipation Lizzie had directly before the wedding set back in twice fold. Elizabeth’s mother, though silly and flighty, was very serious the night before the wedding when she sat on Elizabeth’s bed to explain to her daughter her wifely duty. Mrs. Bennett, once a new bride herself, had had this talk with her mother, and her mother with her mother before that. Mrs. Bennett stumbled to find the proper words to describe to Lizzie what to expect, but instead ended up so vague that Lizzie was more terrified than before. When Lizzie broached her with specific questions, Mrs.. Bennett’s only reply was, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

Elizabeth felt very awkward as William led her through the house. She did not know where they were going and what they would do next. The talk with Mrs. Bennett from the night before was ringing in her mind, making her heart race and her mind worry. She was then surprised when William led her to the dining room, where a pleasantly cheerful meal awaited them.

“I know you must be famished,” William said with a smile.

Returning his smile, Elizabeth replied, “Quite.”

William helped her into a chair, and unexpectedly sat down beside her to her left rather then at the head of the table where he would normally sit. Still smiling, he picked up a serving spoon of fruit and ladled it onto Lizzie’s plate.

“Where are the servants?” Lizzie asked in confusion, noticing the absence of the staff.

“I dismissed them for the day,” William simply said.

“Oh.”

Smirking, William next shocked Lizzie by picking up a succulent strawberry and held it to Lizzie’s mouth. With wide eyes watching him, Lizzie daintily took a bite from the offered fruit.

This was how the dinner went. Every bite Elizabeth took came from William’s hand. It was very intimate and sweet and confusing at the same time. William continually smiled, which lit up his face beatifically. He seemed so at ease, so relaxed, which was something Lizzie had rarely seen before.

When both had had their fill, William gracefully stood up and offered his hand to Lizzie. After helping her up, William swept her off her feet into his arms. At her small cry of alarm, William laughed merrily. He walked swiftly up a grand staircase up to a part of the house Lizzie had never seen before.

We must be going to his bedroom, Elizabeth apprehensively thought.

William gently set her down to her feet in front of a polished door. He turned the brass handle and slowly opened our door. “This is to be our bedroom, my Lizzie,” William told her.

Stepping into the room, Elizabeth glanced around. It was so luxurious. The room was done in tasteful hews of different shades of blue. The intricate pattern of the bedclothes was magnificent, as were the long and flowy curtains. The cherry furniture was polished and stately. The view outside the window overlooking the large, glistening lake was breathtaking. And to think that she was to live here…

Lizzie was snapped out of her reverie by the resounding sound of the door closing. As William crept towards her, Lizzie’s heart grew faint. When he reached her, just like in the carriage, William caressed her cheek lightly and roamed down to her neckline. He lightly brushed his hand over the outline of her breast through her dress. Lizzie shivered. She had never been touched that intimately, and it felt so, so good. William traced a finger down her side to her hip where he reached behind her and suddenly pulled her close towards him. With his eyes half closed, William bent his head down to capture Lizzie’s lips in a heated kiss. Whimpering, Lizzie lost herself in the moment, with her William kissing her thoroughly, in his arms.

It seemed as if William couldn’t get close enough to her. Lizzie had never been this close to a man in her life. She was pleasantly aware of his tongue tracing her lips, which she parted in surprise as he inserted his tongue into her mouth, rubbing it against her own. She discovered she enjoyed it greatly, and sent even more chills down her spine. She responded hesitantly in turn, unsure of how to reciprocate William’s actions. When she did so, William groaned softly. Lizzie felt a hard and strange force press into her abdomen. She broke the kiss and looked down.

William noticed her attention and lifted her face to look into his eyes. “Tonight, my dear,” he said with tenderness, “we become man and wife.”

He stepped away from Lizzie around to the back of her dress. When Lizzie felt her dress being unbuttoned, she suddenly became self-conscious. Nakedness and maiden modesty were polar opposites. William noticed her suddenly stiff posture and placed light kisses on the back of her neck and shoulder. When all the small buttons were undone, he pushed the dress off her shoulders and kissed more of the now exposed flesh of her back. The dress fell into a heap on the ground. Next he untied the small stay of her corset and slowly began unlacing it. The corset, when free from its bondage, joined the dress on the floor. Elizabeth was left in her lacy underclothes, stockings, and shoes. William knelt and pulled down the pantaloons, exposing Lizzie’s pale thighs. He pulled her dainty shoes off of her feet and slowly rolled the stockings down her lean legs. Still behind her, William tugged up on the undershirt. Lizzie lifted her shaking arms up in the air as the shirt went over her head. Now only clothed in her underwear, William reverently pulled them down and Lizzie stepped out of them.

Now that Lizzie was completely naked, William stepped around to view his bride in all her glory. He basked in her blushing cheeks, rosy lips, supple, perfectly round bosoms with small and erect pink nipples, her pale torso that led to curvaceous hips, down to her darkly curled womanhood. Every inch of Lizzie’s body his eyes took in possessively.

With somewhat trembling hands, William reverently reached out to touch his bride’s smooth skin, rubbing his hands down her arms. With both hands, he took both of her breasts into his grasp, kneading them softly. At his touch, Lizzie was startled by her body’s response. There was a growing heat in her stomach that was new and strange and unfamiliar. She felt flushed all over, like she was in a warm room with no air or breeze, yet not so unpleasantly warm. And everywhere William touched, more and more warmth radiated with his caresses.

When William removed his hands from her body, Lizzie’s body almost subconsciously tried to follow their retreat. She opened her eyes as William worked on the buttons of his waistcoat. With boldness that she could only blame on the intoxicating heat that was enveloping her, Lizzie walked forward and stopped his hands. “Husband, allow me,” she said.

William paused and watched Lizzie as she took over for him. Dainty fingers deftly unbuttoned the coat, follow by the undervest, then the bowtie and cravat, and lastly the shirt over his head. Lizzie smoothed her hands over his dark haired chest and down his toned abdomen, stopping at the waist of his trousers. Lizzie skipped over the pants and went down to her knees. She untied the right shoe and slowly removed it, repeating this action with the left. She stopped and whispered a light kiss on his ankle. The action, so innocent yet intimate, caused William to grab Lizzie abruptly and raise her to her feet, kissing her so passionately that almost all the air seemed to escape Lizzie. He swept her up into his arms and swiftly strode over to the bed. He deposited her gently onto the top of the bed and unbuttoned his trousers, quickly pulling them off his legs. Lizzie’s eyes widened when they took in his nakedness. His manhood was fully erect and stood proudly-- large and very thick, at least to Lizzie. She was mesmerized by it, wanting to reach out and feel it.

William gracefully climbed on the bed to join Lizzie. He stretched out on his side beside her, his naked manhood rubbing itself into her hip. Looking into her eyes, William kissed her softly on the neck. Lizzie reached down and hesitantly touched his manhood, finding it very, very hot and hard. William moaned deeply and bit down lightly on her shoulder. Lizzie repeated her action, yet this time harder and more boldly.

“You have no idea what torture your hands are,” William whispered into her ear.

Fearful that she was doing something wrong or painful to him, she asked, “Do you want me to stop?”

Laughing, removed her hands and climbed on top of her, straddling her legs. “No, my love, there is something else we are going to do.”

“What?”

“We are going to make love, Lizzie.”

William reached between her legs and parted through her folds. Lizzie gasped as his fingers stroked her womanhood so tenderly, dipping them into her dripping hole. She moaned loudly as his fingers jammed in and out of her. She felt so brazen and wanton, but it felt so new and good, like she was approaching something wonderful and sweet.

Lizzie whimpered when William’s fingers stopped their assault. She dared to open her eyes and found his own. William leaned over her, one arm beside her head, balancing himself, and the other guiding his manhood towards her heated core. Ever so slowly, his penis stretched through her virgin folds, introducing them into lovemaking. Lizzie felt stinging pain between her legs as he pushed deeper into her, her eyes slammed shut tensely.

“Look at me, Lizzie,” William whispered, touching her cheek with his free hand. “Open your eyes.”

Opening her eyes at his request, Lizzie’s pain filled eyes met his eyes that exuded love and admiration. A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, which William’s kissed away. “I love you, and this is how a husband and wife show deep love to one another. It won’t hurt so for long, my love.”

Lizzie nodded, trying not to tremble. “Shall I move more now?” William asked. Lizzie nodded again, knowing that the pain could hopefully only lessen.

William began to slowly thrust out only to thrust back in, repeatedly over and over. It hurt much less with his careful tenderness, and an odd sensation, much like the one she felt earlier, like she was racing towards a destination, filled her. Lizzie watched William, and he watched her. Hesitantly, Lizzie moved her hips up to meet his while he was thrusting out. The straining and concentrated look William had before abandoned him with her action, as if that was the breaking point of his control. He began to swiftly push in and pull out of her at a fast pace, breathing heavily, intermixed with moans. Lizzie cried out in pleasure as she approached that moment where waves upon waves of pleasure washed over, drowning in her delightful ecstasy. She screamed loudly, moaning and whimpering and crying all at once. William repeated over and over again, “I love you, I love you,” until he seemed to also reach that point of ecstasy and went rigid. Lizzie, through her hazy pleasure, felt something warm and wonderful erupt within her, and William collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with perspiration.

Lizzie basked in glorious heaviness, for that is the only way she could think of describing it. William, still breathing heavily, pulled his softened manhood out of her wetness. He fell back onto the bed and pulled Elizabeth closely to his side, encompassed by his arms.

“I love you, Elizabeth, more than I can ever say,” he admitted to her.

Smiling lazily, Elizabeth agreed. “Yes, my dear, and I you. That was… amazing. If that is making love, I should wish to do it very, very often.”

William laughed lightly. “My dear, I can assure we shall.”

Together, in heap of entwined limbs, William and Lizzie fell into blissful sleep together, as man and wife, tired by their representation of their love to one another.