"I like your young man, Lizzy," said Mr. Bennet. "He is not so reserved when your Mother and Aunt Philips are not around to make him so. Jane's beau is very amiable, but Wickham I must confess, he is still my favorite by far!"

"Papa!" admonished Jane and they all laughed.

After tea, they all went to get dressed for the theatre.

Darcy and Bingley waited outside the place to escort their ladies in. They bowed to their companions and helped their fiancée's out of the carriage. As they walked in, all the room was abuzz; whisperings could be heard from all corners. They all walked to the box and took their seats.

"Would anyone like an apéritif? Mr. Bennet, Mr. Gardiner, Bingley, is there anything that you would like?"

"A glass for me, thank you, Darcy!" exclaimed Bingley.

"A little port would do me just fine, son. What about you Edward? Will you not join us?" asked Mr. Bennet.

"Aye, I will join you! My dear, Lizzy, Jane?"

"No thank you," all the ladies said.

"Four ports, please?" asked Darcy to the waiter. The waiter nodded, left and returned in an instance with their drinks. "Thank you."

They all sat and talked of what play they were about to see, until the Hurst's and Caroline came.

"Mr. Darcy!" shrieked Caroline.

"Miss Bingley, Mr. and Mrs. Hurst," Darcy stood and bowed. "Let me introduce you to my friends. You know Jane, of course, and Elizabeth and Mr. Bennet. Here with me also, are my soon-to-be Aunt and Uncle Gardiner. You must remember them, from when we were all together at Pemberley?"

Caroline and the Hursts stiffly bowed and curtsied to them. But then Caroline, must always be Caroline, and so she exclaimed. "Why have we not had a visit from you?! You have been in town these four days and yet you have not left your card! Have you forgotten your old friends already?"

"Miss Bingley," Darcy said rather agitatedly, but composed himself in an instance. "Miss Bingley, I have been busy with my new family and we, Elizabeth and I, intended to come for a visit tomorrow."

"You are thoroughly missed in town, Mr. Darcy. Perhaps, when they all return to Hertfordshire and Cheapside, you might wish to stay in town for a few days. Miss Conners, you remember her, do you not?" she smirked towards Elizabeth. "Well, she is throwing a major ball, one not to be missed! She most particularly beseeches your presence. And I know that you've never missed her parties in the past..."

"Miss Bingley." Darcy sneered, frustrated at her treatment of his beloved and her family. He was about to rail on her, but Elizabeth slipped her hand in his to calm him. "Miss Bingley, Elizabeth and I will be in town, after our wedding, but for a few days. Perhaps, we may get together then?"

"Then we are off to Pemberley and then on to our honeymoon," interjected Elizabeth with a knowing smile toward Caroline as she stroked Darcy's hand.

Darcy squeezed Elizabeth's hand. "Quite right, my dear. So you see, Miss Bingley, you may not see us for another six months," he smiled.

"Humph," she huffed.

"Where are you sitting this evening, Caroline?" asked a more than agitated Bingley.

Caroline looked around to see if there were any available seats in Darcy's box, and smiled when she saw one. "I see that you have one seat available, may I?"

Louisa gasped, pulled on her sister's elbow, and shook her head.

"Sorry sister, we are expecting another," smiled Bingley.

"Dear Georgiana! How I long to see her!"

"No Caroline, we are expecting Colonel Fitzwilliam," again smiled Bingley, for he knew that the Colonel was not a favorite of hers.

Caroline wrinkled her nose. "Ah, I see," and in such a state, she left in an orange-feathered huff, with Mr. and Mrs. Hurst trailing in her wake.

"Let us all return to the gaiety we had before the..." Jane gasped and Bingley did not finish his sentence.

Darcy gave an 'I'm sorry' look to Bingley and he returned it with a shrug. The Colonel came and he, being of a very affable nature, made them all laugh again. Within a few minutes, the lights were dimmed and the play began. The occupants of Darcy's box laughed heartily at 'Much Ado About Nothing' while Caroline from way on high in the Hurst's rented box, frowned down on them and cursed them from her perch.

Darcy, being a man of his word, escorted Jane and Elizabeth along with Bingley to the Hurst's townhouse for luncheon.

"Welcome!" exclaimed Louisa. "Come in, please? Come in out of the cold?!"

They all bowed and curtsied to their hostess, small chitchat in the foyer, and then she led them into the drawing room.

"This is a lovely house, Mrs. Hurst," said Elizabeth genuinely, as she walked into the drawing room. "Jane had told me earlier what a marvelous job you did decorating it."

"Thank you, Miss Bennet," smiled Louisa as Caroline snorted her disbelief. Louisa shot Caroline a look that asked for peace, but Caroline ignored her.

"This is much more than you are used to, I'm sure Eliza. But, since you will soon be the wife of Mr. Darcy, you will come upon houses and estates much grander this. Really!" she sneered. "You should learn all the cliches as soon as may be. That way you will not seem so... so... country," she sniffed.

"Caroline!" Bingley bellowed. "Enough! Come Jane, Elizabeth, Darcy, we will find a nicer place to eat!"

"But Charles! Please?! I will send Caroline to her rooms!"

"It is of no use, Louisa. I have not forgiven you yet, either!" said Bingley as he stormed out of the room.

Everyone gave Caroline a look of disapproval, even Mr. Hurst. Louisa took Bingley aside and pleaded and begged for her brother to forgive and forget; she apologized for her part in the whole separation affair. Eventually, Bingley kissed her on the cheek and forgave her, but the party left as soon as they received their coats.

Bingley stalked away.

"Charles!" Jane called and was about to follow him.

"No Jane, let me," offered Darcy.

Darcy waited for the carriage, helped the ladies in and ran after his friend. Bingley knew Darcy's part in this, yet he was willing to forgive him. So why was he having such a hard time forgiving his sister. Finally, Darcy caught up with him, they talked animatedly. Bingley told him that they had never actually apologized and that he knew how Caroline had treated Jane, just the other day. He was testing her by leaving the room a few times, and she failed miserably.

Eventually, the men returned to Darcy's townhouse.

"Charles!" Jane exclaimed as she ran into his arms. "I was worried, darling."

"I'm fine, Jane. Shall we go into the library? I need to... I would like to talk to you alone."

Jane nodded and they walked down the hall to the library. Again, Darcy and Elizabeth were left alone.

The servants scurried about as Darcy ordered luncheon, so for the moment, there was no real alone time for the two. But within minutes, fires were lit and stoked, and the servants left them to themselves.

Darcy stood near a window. Elizabeth approached him. "I guess we all have some family members to regret?"

He looked down on her and sighed. "I too have much to regret... Forgive me for all that I have done?"

Elizabeth snuggled to him. "You are already forgiven. You have made amends. Jane and Charles have forgiven you and so have I."

Darcy sighed an even heavier sigh than before. "When will we have peace?"

"Peace is never easy. It's a lot like love," she giggled.

Darcy squeezed her tight. "God has seen fit to send you to me, at last. I will never let you go, Elizabeth Bennet!"

"Nor will I let you."

They kissed long and tenderly, before being interrupted by Mrs. Cleary in her call to luncheon. Bingley and Jane appeared to be blushing when they sere summoned for the meal.

A few days later, the whole party that had invaded London, were back in place at Longbourn and Netherfield.

Another week had passed since their return, but the couples were never alone, until this day.

Tomorrow, Sunday, Georgiana was to come and Darcy so desperately wanted to be alone with Elizabeth that he would willingly brave a walk in the snow, just to be near her. A kiss on the hand was never enough, now it was unbearable. Darcy and Bingley were both climbing the walls to have just a few hours alone with their intended's. And in such a state as this, they devised a plan--Luncheon at Netherfield was already a given. But how to get Mary, or even Kitty, instead of Mrs. Bennet as their chaperone. They were stumped, but Bingley sent his carriage and they both prayed for a miracle.

Little did they know that Jane and Elizabeth were devising their own plan.

"Mama," said Jane. "Maria had her final fitting yesterday for her bridesmaid's gown. Why not take Kitty into town and have hers?"

"Jane, I had that planned for Wednesday! Today, I am going to Netherfield with you and Lizzy!"

"But Mr. Darcy's cousin the Colonel is coming in on Wednesday. He is very handsome and how will Kitty come to know him before the other ladies, if she is in fitting?"

"Oh dear, oh dear! Why did someone not tell me?! Kitty! Kitty! Hill! Hill! Where is Hill?!"

"Yes, Mama!" yelled Kitty from above stairs.

"Kitty, get your coat! We are off to Meryton for your fitting. I must call on your Aunt Phil... Hill! Hill!"

"Yes ma'am?" Mrs. Hill curtsied.

"Ready the coach in five minutes!"

"Yes ma'am," she curtsied again, nodded at Jane, and scurried from the room.

"Mama where are you going?" asked Elizabeth.

"I am taking Kitty for her fitting!"

"But what about Netherfield?"

"Oh Lizzy, do not bother me with such trifling things! The Colonel is coming and we must get your sister... Get Mary! Oh where is that girl?! My coat! Mary! Hill!"

"Mama, Jane and I will take care of everything. You and Kitty should go, the carriage is waiting!"

Mrs. Bennet and Kitty scampered to the carriage without a second thought. Mary came downstairs already in her coat and they waited for Bingley's carriage.

At Netherfield, Darcy and Bingley sat impatiently, wring hands, twisting rings, jerking knees, waiting for Elizabeth and Jane. As they heard the carriage come up they bolted to the door and what they saw made them look heavenward to say a silent 'Thank You!'

"Mary!" Bingley exclaimed. "How wonderful to see you!"

"Yes, Mary!" Darcy exclaimed, absentmindedly looking through the carriage windows for more occupants. Seeing no one else, he turned his attentions back to the chaperone. "Very glad, very glad to see you!"

"You are looking especially nice today, Mary!" smiled Bingley.

Jane and Elizabeth pursed their lips to stifle a laugh, but to no avail. They ran into the house, unescorted and giggling, while Mary had two excited escorts at her elbows. Mary thought to herself that this wasn't so bad after all, to have a man at her beckon call.

"Mary, the library awaits you!" Darcy interrupted her thoughts.

"No, how about the pianoforte?!" Bingley winced as soon as the words came out.

"I think I shall occupy my time today in the library," she looked at Darcy with a smile. But then she thought of her host. "For a short time, then I will play on the pianoforte," she smiled at Bingley.

"Fine, fine! But first, let us to luncheon and then you may do as you wish!"

Darcy and Bingley ate their meal like they hadn't eaten in a month. Jane blushed at her fiancé's display while Elizabeth softly chuckled at hers.

Fortunately, Mary was not a slow eater and she finished within minutes of the men, anxious to delve into her pursuits.

"Mary, shall Elizabeth and I show you to the library?"

"Why thank you, Mr. Darcy," she smiled. "I would be delighted!"

Darcy went to her chair to help her out as Bingley helped Elizabeth from hers. Darcy escorted both ladies down the hall and deposited Mary in the library and closed the door. He then took Elizabeth up the back stairs to his bedchamber, while Bingley had already escorted Jane to his.

"I believe you charmed the petticoats right off my sister, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth raised her eyebrow in mock indignation.

"A pretty thought, but if I am capable of charming the petticoats off of anyone," he lead her to the bed. "I prefer it to be you," he kissed her tenderly.

"It is improper for the daughter of a gentleman to be in another gentleman's bedroom before the wedding!"

"This milady, is not my bedroom! But you would know that, since you have already been in mine," he kissed her on the neck, sucking a throbbing vein with voracity.

"Oh Will!" she breathed as she pushed him back.

"Do you not want to be with me, Lizzy?" he asked as he sat her down on the bed.

"More than anything... But we only have a week to go... Umm," she purred as he ran his tongue over and in her ear.

"I just want to please you," he pleaded as he scooted her up further on the bed. "Trust me," he said as he laid her head on the pillows.

Darcy leaned over Elizabeth and kissed her mouth softly, and then he traveled down her cheek to her neck, down her breastbone where he remained there for a while. Elizabeth unbuttoned Darcy's waistcoat and she shrugged out of it. Then she tore off his cravat and flung it across the room. Darcy leaned up and helped her with his shirt buttons and for the first time, Darcy was stripped to the waist. Elizabeth clawed and scratched his chest and purred as he raised her up to undo the buttons on the back of her dress. As he wrestled with her dress, Elizabeth took this opportunity to explore his back. She dragged her fingernails along his spine that made him jerk and shudder. She was now free of her upper constraints and Darcy licked and slurped her breasts as if he was enjoying his first taste of ice cream.

At length, Darcy climbed atop Elizabeth and positioned himself to his best advantage and to her delight. Again she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and they rocked to a frenetic pace. Moaning and groaning, growling and purring, grunting and panting. Darcy tried all he could not to soil his pants, but the heat between Elizabeth's legs was almost too much, and he had to pull himself off of her.

"Will, this is going to far!"

"I will not do anything that you do not want me to do. Trust me," said Darcy as he rolled back on top of her.

Elizabeth was mortified that she might lose herself a mere week before her wedding, but her curiosity was piqued. What was that old saying? she thought as he continued to kiss her. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought her back. "You will not compromise me?"

"No my darling, I only want to please you."

Darcy pulled her dress over her head, raised her chemise around her waist and lowered her petticoat down her legs. Her breathing became ragged and she tingled all over from his touch and his silent command. Darcy then slid his hand inside her panties and there he stroked her private area. Elizabeth dreamily closed her eyes and arched her body toward his fingers, urging him to do something; she knew not what, but all the same, she wanted it. Slowly but surely, Elizabeth became a wet lump of clay for Darcy to mold anyway he chose. His masterful fingers slid down inside her creamy wetness and an indescribable feeling came over her. Darcy kissed and suckled her breasts again as his magic fingers went to work. Unseeing and oblivious to all, Elizabeth grabbed Darcy's hair and screamed out his name, she shook and trembled and arched her back to where she was almost perpendicular to the bed. Finally, she collapsed into a glorious shaking heap of satisfaction.

After a while of coddling, caressing and confessing, Elizabeth asked. "Is that how it is?"

"Actually, that was not it all. Making love is much better than that. We both get to do it together and you have the opportunity to please me as well."

And in such a state as this, Elizabeth proclaimed, "I cannot wait!"

"But wait, you must, my love. And so must I," he said this last under his breath.

In anticipation, Darcy had a wash basin filled for Elizabeth to wash. And so it was, in such a state, that she reluctantly left his bed and freshened up. Soon afterwards, she and Jane met on the stairs and the look on each other's face told all. At the bottom of the steps they embraced and shed a few tears, but smiled through them. Recovering within a few moments, they went to the music room to listen to Mary play; she was in the middle of a concerto and had not noticed she had listeners.

Eventually, Bingley and Darcy returned below stairs and greeted each other with smiles and dimples, but before they went any further, they straightened their faces and sat next to their fiancée's.

"How are you feeling, dearest?" Darcy asked Elizabeth.

"I am well," she looked deep into his eyes. "I am well."

Shortly thereafter, the ladies were returned to Longbourn in Bingley's carriage. All four went almost immediately to bed, most undoubtedly to have pleasant dreams. Mary, on the other hand, tossed and turned excitedly in her sleep, she couldn't wait to married and have someone listen to her play everyday, forever, or steal away together for a few hours to discuss Fordyce's sermons or some other philosophical and thought-provoking authors!

The next week was a whirlwind. Georgiana came to town as planned and she, Elizabeth and Darcy spent two days together. Bingley and Jane and Kitty and Mary also spent a good deal of time with their new relative and friend. Initially, she was to stay at Netherfield, but it was felt that it would be more convenient to spend her nights at Longbourn with the rest of the ladies. Darcy reluctantly agreed, but only after Jane and Elizabeth promised to keep her away from Mrs. Bennet.

The Colonel came on Wednesday and Mrs. Bennet flitted and fluttered about him. Asking him every other minute, how come he did not wear his red coat to dinner. He was to stay at Netherfield with the men. That same day, the Gardiner's came and stayed at a local hostelry in town. They were also in attendance at the dinner at Longbourn.

On Thursday, Caroline and the Hurst's came, of course, they stayed at Netherfield. Caroline had thought it wise to make profuse apologies to Bingley, Jane, Elizabeth and Darcy before her arrival in Hertfordshire. Actually, Louisa made it plain to her that their brother would probably toss her to the curb if she showed up as if nothing happened. Bingley accepted the fact that she wished to be a part of his wedding, but still looked upon her with a wary eye. One small misstep from her towards Jane and she would be nothing but a memory, he thought.

On Friday, the Fitzwilliam's came and stayed at the same hostelry in Meryton that Gardiner's were occupying. Lord and Lady Matlock were quite impressed with the eldest Bennet girls and saw a great advantage on the side of their nephew and his friend; Bingley needed someone exactly like himself, while Darcy needed someone exactly the opposite of what he had portrayed to be in the past in the past.

The Wedding Day

It was earlier determined that the Hurst's and Caroline would remove themselves immediately after the wedding, as their trunks were already loaded on the carriage that morning. The Colonel would stay in town and Georgiana would stay at Longbourn for the night; she would then travel to Rosings with the Colonel to visit their aunt and cousin the next day.

After the wedding ceremony, the Darcy's and the Bingley's were wished well by their family and friends; and then they all went to Longbourn for the reception. The foursome, however, left Longbourn Church, as newly wedded couples, in separate open carriages, and headed for Netherfield instead.

As they rode off, Darcy looked intently at his bride, she returned his gaze, and he kissed her slowly, softly, tenderly. Each eagerly anticipating the night to come.

Waiting for luncheon to be served, the four sat in the drawing room for an hour or so, talking of the future, laughing of the past, so conscious of the present. Finally luncheon was served. At first the grooms toasted their brides and the brides delighted in their husband's revelry, but then everyone grew quiet. Darcy suggested that he and Bingley take a turn about the grounds. He thought the sisters needed some time alone, for soon they would part; he was correct, of course.

The sisters embraced and held each other for several minutes, tears streaming from their eyes. There were things they had intended to say to each other on this day, they were left unsaid, but felt. They had been together all of their lives and now they would be miles apart; days would separate them. They had been closer than any sister's could be, they had shared so much, and recently they had experienced so much together. It was unbearable to part, to say the least, in such a state as this.

The men returned to the house; each turned to embrace the other's wife, with much joy, tenderness and without propriety. The Darcy's then left Netherfield for their London townhouse.

The carriage ride to London was long and mostly silent. For some reason, the Darcy's were shy to each other, except for a few smiles, soft kisses and pleasantries; both contemplating the night that lay ahead.

The Wedding Night

The servants greeted the Darcy's and dinner was served almost immediately. The Darcy's sat down to eat in silence; each picking at their meals, until Darcy reached over took Elizabeth's hand in his. He lowered his head to her hand, opened it and softly kissed her palm; she melted. He sat there, just gazing at her, not with his usual intensity, but with love, affection and understanding. One single tear fell from her eye, down her cheek; she smiled weakly and looked downward. Moments passed without movement between them.

Unable to stand it anymore, Darcy stood upright, drawing her up also and into his arms. He began to softly kiss her forehead, her nose, her right ear, then her lips. Softly, softly, softly... She felt her arms wrap around his neck as though she was drowning. His kisses became longer, harder; Elizabeth was adrift in a tidal wave and felt she could no longer hold on. His kisses made her weak, his scent made her tremble, his power and passion made her swoon. But how was this time different from the last month or so? She thought. Soon she reciprocated, pressing hard against him; realising that now she was able to express herself arduously and openly towards the man she would love forever.

"Oh Will!" she cried out, drowning in a sea of 'I love you's' from him.

He swept her up into his arms, carried her up the stairs to the middle bedchamber, there he placed her gently on the bed. He hurriedly went across the room to close the door; then he leaned against it for support. With his back turned to her, he said, "I have waited for you for so long." He turned slowly toward her and strode quickly to the bed, sat on the edge of it, took her in his arms and kissed her again, even more passionately than before. His hands slid around her shoulders and down her back, she trembled. He fumbled with the buttons on her gown; she helped him undo them. She undid the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt, as though she had all thumbs, he helped her. At first, she lightly stroked his bare chest with her fingertips, then seeing the glimmering firelight flicker on his skin; she hungrily clawed at it, making him wince and jerk in excited pain.

Kissing her again, he removed his boots, and unbuttoned his trousers. She knelt on the bed, removing her gown completely; she then began to remove her petticoat and chemise, he whispered, "Allow me."

He picked her up off the bed and placed her upright on the floor beside it, she marvelled at his strength and tenderness. He then caressed kissed her shoulders, removed the straps of her chemise from her arms and let them fall to her side. He cupped her breasts in his hands and peppered them with light kisses, softly, warmly, she cooed and purred. He then removed the chemise and petticoat from around her tiny waist and let them fall to the floor, as did his breeches.

He looked down at her, now holding her face in his large hands, and kissed her again more passionately than he had previously; she trembled. Their flesh was hot to each other, sweat beads building on their already glistening skin. They each had only one remaining undergarment left to discard.

Before he laid her back down on the bed, he threw back the quilts and blankets, for they would need no artificial warmers. He laid her down, leaned over her, kissed her and removed the last obstacle of hers, then his.

Marveling at her naked beauty, like it was all new to him, his breathing became heavier and agitated, he tried to steady himself, but he had dreamt of this night for a lifetime. The foreplay of the past month was child's play; this was permanent and real. As he stroked her arms, shoulders and soft breasts, he was well aware how hard he was; how erect, he was afraid to frighten her with his large phallus, so he remained on the edge of the bed. He leaned over her and slowly ran his tongue from her belly button to the right side of her neck, igniting in her a most intense flame that left her trembling and breathless.

At length, she reached out grabbing handfuls of his hair, pulling his face to hers and purred, beckoning him to come to her. By now, she was wet and wild for pleasure; believing she knew what was to come. He climbed onto the bed, knelt over her, gently spreading her legs, and kissing her knees while raising them slightly. He moved into position; she writhed with anxiety, her arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders, her legs around his waist.

He could wait no longer; he leaned over her and whispered "I love you, Lizzy" in her ear; then he entered her.

He saw her eyes flash and her mouth gape open for an instance, and she cried out again, "Oh, Will!" with both pleasure and pain.

Slowly he propelled himself in and out of her throbbing wetness and she began to move to his tempo. Darcy whispered heavily, "Lizzy, my love..."

Elizabeth could offer nothing in return, as she was adrift somewhere between ecstasy and agony.

At length, as their bodies ebbed and swayed, Elizabeth moaning Darcy groaning, and the pace began to quicken. Breathing... Sighing... Panting... They were heaven bound.

Finally, she shook violently with an unintelligible cry, and he growling to the heavens as he exploded in her. They lay motionless: the earth stopped spinning; time halted; and the world stood still. Nothing moved except the beating of their hearts.

Some minutes later, after wringing out the last traces of orgasm, he remained on top of her and inside of her. Elizabeth laid very still with tears streaming down her face. Darcy thought he had injured her in some way and his face showed his anxiety. But Elizabeth, without knowing it, smiled, and his heart melted. He leaned on his elbows, gazed at her flushed face, and stroked her long black curls. She opened her eyes and he kissed them.

"I love you Mrs. Elizabeth Darcy," he said while kissing her face gently and tenderly.

"And I love you Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy," said she with suddenly more tears streaming down her face. The realization that whatever she had experienced with him in the past was nothing compared to this. And in such a state as this, Elizabeth ventured, "Teach me," she breathed. "Teach me how to please you..."