Mr. Darcy Runs Into the Woods - Regency, NC-17

Thanks to my Facebook friends for suggesting the highlighted words. I wanted to write the story in Regency-era so I had to check that liver pudding, Clarinet and Sir Newton were all "available" then. I had a wonderful time reading about them. The following story is longer than a drabble, but it includes all the words. Happy Reading! It's unbeta'd.

Darcy reined in the horse by the lake. The midday sun made the already scorching day unbearable. He jumped from the horse and decided to cool himself in the pond. Pulling the cravat loose, he dived into the lake, disturbing the peaceful and tranquil water. The cooling water was refreshing. He swam for almost half an hour until an apparition parted the tall grass by the pond and disturbed his relaxation. 

     “Elizabeth…” He uttered her name breathlessly. In a pure white day dress and with ribbons fringing the straw hat, Elizabeth emerged through the woods like a fairy. He was fascinated by her appearance, with some unruly curls framing her smiling face which was brightened by the exercise. 

    “Mr. Darcy, I thought you would be here.”

    “How could you possibly have guessed?”

     “I can sketch your character quite easily.” She then curtsied and beckoned him to follow her, with a secretive smile. “if you please, sir.”

      Darcy’s heart raced. He immediately swam to the shallow end of the pond, climbed up to chase after Elizabeth who had started to run into the woods. He hurried along without care to his dripping wet body.

      By the time he caught up with Elizabeth, she was sitting on a blanket on the grass. The mysterious tunes of Mozart flew through the Clarinet she was playing, adding a sense of suspense and disbelief to the surrounding.

     Darcy lowered himself to occupy a corner of the blanket, stretching his long legs, with his head on his hand, staring sideways at Elizabeth intensely. As the mystic sounds took a more comic turn, she crooked her head to motion him to look around. He finally saw a basket on the blanket.

     He raised and had a quick look. The basket was full of sumptuous food. How very thoughtful of her, he smiled. After the long ride and the energetic swim, Darcy did felt hungry. Quietly, he bit into a small liver pudding, the rich, juicy taste filled his stomach. As he enjoyed the refreshing flesh of peach and a glass of tea with ice, Elizabeth started singing a most seductive aria.

     Suddenly Darcy had a hunger of a different kind. Not satisfied with only admiring Elizabeth’s creamy chest that rose and fell with the rhythm of the song, he left the gourmet food aside and moved near her silently.

     The closer he leaned to her, the shakier was her voice. Her eyes however never broke contact with his. She continued to sing, stirring up his desire. As he caressed her neck with his fingers, her pitch raised slightly. When his fingers slid down the creamy mounds to her breasts, she gasped and missed a beat. Her nipples peaked, clearly visual through the fabric of her dress. She stopped singing mid-sentence, as he grabbed the twin peaks.

      “Welcome…home, my dear…husband!” Elizabeth uttered the words breathlessly, before pressing a hot kiss on Darcy’s mouth.

     The woods were now silent except for the sounds of birds and Darcy and Elizabeth’s panting.

     “I would not mind going to London on business if that is the way every time I am welcome home.” 

     Elizabeth tore off Darcy’s wet shirt quickly, without bothering to reply. When her hands frantically rub over his back, he pulled up her hem and settled between the comfort of her legs. He bestowed hot kisses on her shoulders, brushing away the dress to expose her creamy mounds. Her fingers became more urgent as she undid the buttons on his breeches.

     Soon, she freed his proud manhood from the constraint of the trousers and palmed it. Panting hard, Darcy shifted to poise at her wet entrance.

     “My love,” he whispered.

     “I miss you,” she replied.

     Darcy gazed at Elizabeth's eyes and thrust his hard shaft into her core. Her welcoming heat and tightness embraced his body. He let the pant up passion of the past two weeks to run wild. Like an untamed stallion, he galloped in full speed, empowering intensity and dazed abandons, until Elizabeth screamed out in ecstasy as she reached her peak. He then thrust more deeply into her for a few more times, before he trembled and convulsed for his own climax.  

     The woods turned silence again. Even the birds had stopped singing. Darcy rolled away from Elizabeth and looked up at the sky. Being home was good. Even the sky at Pemberley looked friendlier than London. The trees looked greener and better too.

     Pop!

     Darcy made a sound of burp as an apple dropped from the tree and hit his stomach.

     “Oops, the trees are not friendlier than those in London!” he exclaimed as he rubbed his abdomen. Luckily it was not a large apple, and he was not seriously hurt.

    Elizabeth emerged from the haze of lovemaking and burst out laughing on seeing her husband’s petulant expression. “Ah, fate gives you a comeuppance for your neglect in sending me a love letter every day during your absence!”

    “Nonsense, the dropping of the apple is entirely natural, according to our former Cambridge scholar, Sir Newton. This is called the theory of gravity.”

    Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at him. “I did not know that you are a man of science, Mr. Darcy.”

    “I am indeed very interested in science, in particular, the biology of my wife’s body!” With that, he spent the entire afternoon in the woods exploring and examining the lovely being called Elizabeth.

Unimaginative Valentine's Gift, drabble, Regency

The sun shone through the windows. Mr. Darcy blinked his eyes open and observed the lovely picture on the bed by his side. Elizabeth was cradling two-month-old Alexander on her arms. He hated to disturb the harmonious image of Madonna and her child. Quietly he rose and moved to sit on the chair by the bed, thinking about the day ahead.
     It would be St. Valentine’s Day in two weeks’ time. One of the traditions was to write one’s lover a letter, expressing love, admiration, and devotion. However, Darcy was never a man of many words. He pondered what gift he could procure for his wife. Admiring the alluring form of Elizabeth and their adorable son, a sudden inspiration came to his mind. With an energetic leap from the chair, Darcy walked to his desk by the windows and found what he needed.
     As he concentrated on his work for almost half an hour, he did not notice that Elizabeth had woken. 
    “My dear Mr. Darcy, are you always this diligent? Attending to your business correspondence without a stitch of clothes on, how improper!” She arched her eyebrows as she focussed on her husband’s nude body.
     “I am trying to capture Alexander and your likeness, to present the picture to you on St. Valentine’s Day as a gift. Pray, do not disturb my work.” Darcy spoke with a dismissive wave of his hand.
     The arrogant gesture spurred his wife into rash action. Elizabeth left Alexander on the bed and moved swiftly to kneel in front of Mr. Darcy.
     “What are you doing?” His body froze, and his voice shook.
     “I am determined to disturb your work, my arrogant husband!” She lowered her head and licked the heat at the apex of his thighs. Loud groans and moans echoed in the master chambers until Alexander was woken.
     Well, what could we say about Mr. Darcy’s gift for St. Valentine’s Day? He never finished the drawing and bought his wife an unimaginative large diamond necklace instead.

Thanks, Kari for the word "disturb" which inspired this drabble.

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Part 2

“Finally you are awake!”
     Elizabeth stared at the handsome young girl sitting by her bed for a moment. She then scanned the room. “Good morning, Miss Darcy. Did I sleep for very long?”
    “It is almost time for lunch. So you still remember me?”
    Elizabeth sat up on the bed. “Yes, I do. I hope you do not find me fit for Bedlam.” She sighed.
    Miss Darcy’s face turned a shade of pink.
    “Ah, your brother or the good doctor did consider I could be a candidate for such an establishment?”
    “Oh no, Miss Bennam, you should not be over concern about what they think. I shall not let them send you away!”
    Elizabeth viewed the determined tilt of the young girl’s chin with interest. “Why is that so? Not that I am not grateful. For I do not think I shall behave as generously as you do if I am presented with such wild story as my own.”
    “May I call you Elizabeth?”
    “Certainly.”
    “You can call me Georgie, short for Georgiana. And may I sit on the bed? It is so much more comfortable than the chair.”
    “Come, Georgie.”
    Elizabeth moved slightly to the right. Georgiana climbed onto the bed and sat by her side, not giving a care to the pretty day dress she was wearing.
    “Brother had a fall from the horse about three months ago, right after he took me out of the school. It really gave me a fright!”
    “I am sorry to hear about it. Has your brother much recovered?”
    “I thought he would die like mother and father, and left me all alone in the world.”
    “Oh! Georgie!” Elizabeth took Georgiana’s hand and gave it a squeeze. “I am really sad that you lost your parents at such a young age. Did you miss them often?”
     Georgiana nodded. “It is funny that you are the first one to ask me about this.”
    “Is that so?”
    “I do not have a lot of friends.”
    “But you said you were in school. Did you not make any friends there?”
Georgiana shook her head. “Most of them are not very nice. They either envy or despise the Darcy names.”
    “That is a sad burden.”
    “It is true. Even the lady,” Georgiana hesitated. “A Miss O, for I shall not reveal her identity. You may meet her in the future. This lady, whom I have been urging my brother to take on as his wife, also only wants our wealth.”
    “If that is the case, why do you encourage your brother to consider the match?”
    “I was really really shaken. For nearly two weeks, Doctor Dickson was not hopeful, my cousin Richard and Uncle and Aunt Matlock thought my brother was in his deathbed. And then after brother became better, he did not take the doctor’s instruction to stay in bed well. He still had dizziness and headache from time to time. He would limp suddenly because of the pain in his back. And he would not allow me to take care of him. Said he is a grown man. Miss...O has visited me very often during brother’s illness. She said men would take more kindly to a wife taking care of them, instead of a younger sister. I do not want my brother to die, so I try to promote the match. Brother got very angry with me.”
    “Poor Georgie! You have been through quite a lot. Who is taking care of you?”
    “It is kind of you to say so, but I am a grown woman now. I do not need taken care of. And now that you are here, I can see how silly I have been to promote the match between Miss...O and brother.”
    “I am confused. What did my presence have to do with that?”
    “Brother said Miss O only cares about our wealth and not about him as a person. He said he will not discourage her friendship with me as her brother is his best friend. But he wants me to be on guard about her fake regards. I catch a glimpse of Miss O being mean to our servants. And I have caught the impatient countenance behind the mask when she talks to me like she is truly pretending to be my best friend. I am not a simpleton. But what am I to do? I do not want my brother to neglect his health and die on me. Now that I saw brother brought you back yesterday, I can see the genuine concern he had over you, the remorse he felt in injuring you and the sadness he displayed when you could not remember where you came from…”
     “Please Georgie, I do not think you should be thinking in this direction.”
     “No, Elizabeth, I am not trying to make a match of you with brother. I can see you are not feeling well either, or you may not recover from your memory loss and find your family. What I am saying is, brother deserves so much better than Miss O. He is the best brother any girl can want. When father died five years ago, I was only eleven years of age. My two aunts wanted me to live with them so brother could be free to live his gentleman life, carefree. But he refused. He said father made him and Richard, my guardian, father would not have wanted him to send me away. Brother felt this sadness and concerns all the time. I could see that in his eyes those days. But he would always try to cheer me up and play with me, even though heaps of servants asked him for directions and instructions in Pemberley and here. He shouldered all the responsibility, stayed with me most of the time when he could have gone away to enjoy his single and unattached life in London. Even when I went to school, he visited me often, said he missed me and wanted to make sure I felt happy in school.”
    “Mr. Darcy does sound like a wonderful brother.”
Georgiana nodded. “That is why I am thankful for your timely appearance, to make me see senses. For I would have bored brother into giving in. Then I shall be burden with a horrible sister in Miss O.”
     “Surely you jest! Miss O cannot be that bad.”
     Georgiana shuddered in exaggeration. “Brother taught me not to gossip and talk ill of others. So I shall not go into this. How about you tell me more about yourself, so I can help you start the search for your family?”
     Elizabeth thus told Georgiana what she could remember about herself. She had a good memory of her childhood, frolicking in the wood and groves with friends. Besides Jane, she had two younger sisters, Mary and Catherine. Her father was called Thomas, and she adored her uncle and aunt.  When it came to her mother, her mind turned blank. The two new friends could not take the search far though as Elizabeth could not remember any names of places.
     Despite Elizabeth's worries of not remembering more, she forged a steady friendship with Georgiana. Elizabeth was well read, intelligent and witty while the younger girl was a keen learner. As Elizabeth's stay in Darcy House stretched from days to weeks, the townhouse was filled with smile, laughter, music and good conversation.
    Darcy behaved awkwardly in front of Elizabeth at first. After apologizing to her for aggravating her injury, he usually stayed quiet and observed the guest's interaction with his sister. He initially did not find Elizabeth very pretty. But soon, he found her teasing smile and ease with Georgiana captivating. One moment, he decided that her form lacked elegance, nothing as compared to those of the handsome ladies in London. Another moment, he would find himself staring at her light and pleasing figure. He particularly found her distracting when she sang. His mind often wandered off as his eyes glued to her rosy cheeks, lovely lips and delightful bosom. He felt the full force of the emotion she displayed through her face and body.
    This evening was no exception.
    After Elizabeth completed the rendition of an Italian love song, Georgiana asked him a question. But his mind was still inhabited in the Italian paradise with Elizabeth and failed to answer his sister.
     “Should I summon Doctor Dickson?” Georgiana's cries startled Darcy.
     “Is Miss Bennam ill? Miss Bennam, would you like a glass of wine or water?”
     “I am very well, thank you.”
     “Brother, the doctor is for you!”
     “Why? I feel fine. I have no headache for some weeks now.”
     “But you did not hear me.”
     “Perhaps the fall from the horse has a delayed reaction on your brother, Georgiana. His hearing is affected.” Elizabeth's lips curled up teasingly, making Darcy's heart raced.
     “I can hear very clearly I have been teased.”
    “Hmm, Mr. Darcy's smile is bizarre. Georgiana, you must record all these strange reaction and report to Doctor Dickson.”
    “If I cannot ponder and smile at my leisure in my own home on a Sunday evening, Miss Bennam, what do you suggest me to do?”
    “I remember,” Elizabeth smiled. But she stopped suddenly. She panted and raised her fingers to rub her forehead. “I...remember...”
    On hearing the shortness of her breath, Darcy forgot about proprietary, rushed to her side and held her hand. “Miss Bennam. You look very ill. Should I call for Doctor Dickson immediately?”
Georgiana dashed to sit by Elizabeth's other side too. “Do you remember something?”
    “Georgiana, let us not rush her. She looks quite pale.”
    “I am...fine, Mr. Darcy.” Elizabeth drew in a deep breath. “I just...remember that I knew about you from Mr. Bingley.”
    “Bingley? Are you a friend of him?”
    Elizabeth frowned for a moment. “I do not know.”
    Darcy brushed his thumb along Elizabeth's palm. Georgiana tried to suppress her smile. She could see that her brother had grown very attracted to Elizabeth lately. He stared at Elizabeth a lot and listened to her witty conversation.  Recently, he no longer sat quietly to observe but enjoyed bantering with Elizabeth. Since Elizabeth was evidently a gentleman's daughter, Georgiana was confident that once Elizabeth regained her memory and that there was not a betroth at home, her brother would not hesitate to propose, fortune or no fortune. She was ecstatic that her brother held Elizabeth's hand and that Elizabeth seemed to welcome his touch as well.
    “Bingley is my best friend. Pray, tell me what you remember about him.” He urged softly, still not relinquish Elizabeth's hand.
    “He was teasing his sister, who has been waxing eloquence about your delightful Pemberley and library,” Elizabeth said, her face turned pink. “Mr. Bingley said that you are an... awful object at your own house, on a...Sunday evening, when you have nothing to do.”
     Darcy laughed out loud. “I must thank Bingley tomorrow, for sending you my way.”
    “Tomorrow?” Georgiana asked. “Are you going to visit Mr. Bingley at Netherfield to ask about Elizabeth?”
    “Netherfield?” Elizabeth gasped. She stood up abruptly and then swayed. Luckily Darcy was by her side. He prevented her fall, scooped her up and took her to the bedchamber immediately.
Elizabeth prevented Darcy from calling for the doctor, once she regained some colour on her bed.
    “I am really...fine, Mr. Darcy. I just have a slight headache. But I remember... everything now.” Her voice trembled.
     Darcy gazed at her and bid her continue with his eyes. Georgiana observed her brother. He forgot all about proprietary and did not think of leaving Elizabeth's chamber for a moment. Though he did not take Elizabeth's hand this time, now that she was lying on the bed. He sat on a chair, entirely close to the bed than necessary.
    Georgiana went to sit down by Elizabeth's side on the bed. “Do you want to tell your brother and I now? Or do you want to rest and tell us tomorrow?”
    “You and Mr. Darcy have been so good to me during the time I lost my memory. I should tell you immediately.”
    “But if you are unwell...” Darcy murmured.
    “I am Elizabeth Bennet of Longbourn, Hertfordshire. I was on my way to Meryton, via Mount Oakham when I injured myself.”
    “Hertfordshire, but that is where Netherfield is. Mr. Bingley leased the estate there.” Georgiana exclaimed.
    “Yes, my father's estate is about three miles from his. Jane, my sister, visited Miss Bingley and fell ill. I visited Jane then, and the Bingleys invited me to stay on to take care of Jane. That was when I heard the Bingleys talking about you, Mr. Darcy and your estate Pemberley.”
    Darcy nodded. She did not look like a fortune hunter, who remembered his grand estate in the time of her memory loss, just to ensnare him. But he had an uneasy feeling, from the guarded way Elizabeth was relating the story, he felt something was wrong with the Bingleys.
    “You mentioned you were angry with your father...”
    Elizabeth bit her lips. “Yes, our estate is entailed away to our cousin, Mr. Collins. A very foolish and self-important man, I must say. He is the parson of Lady Catherine de Bourgh...”
    “But she is our aunt, what a coincidence!” Georgiana cried out.
    “Ah, I have the misfortune of meeting this Mr. Collins,” Darcy shook his head. “Your description of him is most accurate, Miss Bennet.  You are unhappy about your father...”
    “For not protecting Jane.”
    “What happened?”
    “The second day I stayed in Netherfield, my mother came to visit us with Mr. Collins who was visiting Longbourn. It would appear Mr. Bingley favours my sister. My mother who has five daughters to marry...”
    “But you only have three sisters,” Georgiana interrupted.
    “I forgot my youngest sister, Lydia, during my memory loss.” Elizabeth blushed. “Lydia is not my favourite sister. She usually behaves in a silly manner and does not listen to Jane and my censure.”
    “Pray continue, Miss Bennet,” Darcy said.
    “My mother was giddy about the prospect of Mr. Bingley and Jane's engagement. She is not a sensible woman,” Elizabeth lowered her eyes in embarrassment. “she boasted as much when we were left alone with Mr. Bingley's sisters. Not only that, she said Mr. Collins will offer an olive branch and soon ask me for a hand in marriage.” She sighed.
    Darcy and Georgiana gasped out loud.
    “I could see the anger in Miss Bingley's eyes.”
    “She did not approve of your sister Jane?” Georgiana asked.
    Elizabeth shook her head. “We have neither fortune nor connection. Although Jane is the sweetest, kindest and prettiest of all, she does not win Miss Bingley's approval.”
    “But surely if Mr. Bingley loves your sister...” Georgiana's voice trailed off, on seeing her brother's frown.
   “I did not foresee Miss Bingley's determination in preventing the match,” Elizabeth said, her voice trembled again. “On the last day before we were due to leave Netherfield, Miss Bingley invited our mother, sisters and our cousin back to Netherfield for breakfast. She said to celebrate Jane's recovery and for the party to fetch us back to Longbourn afterwards.”
   “What happened?” Georgiana urged keenly.
   “Miss Bingley must have written the invitation for a much earlier time. She must have separated Mr. Collins from my sisters and mother, doused his clothes wet or something and steered him into a room to change.  It was where Jane stayed, and she was still abed.”
    “Oh my goodness!” Georgiana exclaimed while Darcy kept silent and his face was grim.
    “Mr. Collins was in a state of undress while Jane was still in bed in her nightdress. Amid Jane's scream, Miss Bingley, her brother, my mother and sisters, the servants and I appeared in the room, Jane's fate was sealed.”
    “But your mother favours Mr. Bingley as her son-in-law!” Georgiana said.
    Darcy shook his head. “Too many people have seen the impropriety.”
    “Yes, and father could do nothing but sanction the marriage.”
    “What did Miss Bennet say?”
    “Jane is resigned to her fate. She does not find Mr. Collins as unbearable as I do. I am just so angry for the injustice. Jane and I always want to marry for love. We often joke that we do not mind a penniless soldier, an impoverished pastor or a struggling artist.  We will work hard if we can find love in our marriage.  Why does the kindest and sweetest person in the world have to suffer in marriage, all because of the arrogance of a woman?  Are we to be treated lesser persons just because we do not have fortune or connection? Do our character and nature not count? Even if Miss Bingley has to protect her brother, she does not have to sacrifice Jane's future to do that.” Elizabeth cried out and broke down in tears.
    Darcy clenched his fist. He thought about if Elizabeth were being compromised, he would be furious for her fate. And all of Miss Bingley's doing. She was the worse fortune hunter in the whole of England. How could she so conveniently forget about her family fortune coming from trade and used such dirty tactics to ruin the life of a kind gentlewoman? What could be done? He wondered why Bingley still stayed in Netherfield. If Darcy was in love and his love was to marry another man, he would hide away to the other side of the world, nursing a broken heart. From Miss Bennet's horrible fate, Darcy's thoughts turned to Elizabeth. Seeing her tears and wretched feelings, he vowed to protect his Elizabeth and all those she loved! Suddenly he remembered something. He stood up abruptly and paced around the room, gathering his thoughts.
    “Miss Bennet,” Darcy said. “Perhaps we can help to extract your sister from such a cruel fate and reunite her with my friend.”
   “How?” Elizabeth raised her tear-stricken face and looked at Darcy eagerly. Darcy felt an enormous urge to embrace her and promise her everything. He would be her protector and partner for the rest of his life. He vowed that once the situation was resolved with her sister, he would ask her to marry him. Elizabeth continued: “I remember the wedding is set for 26th November. It is only one week away.”
   “I remember a letter from Bingley. He said a neighbour of his is sick, since her sister's disappearance. And that her betrothal seems to be delaying his return from Kent due to this disappearance. I felt strange that Bingley is so eager to talk about this neighbour at that time. I think that is why Bingley stays in Hertfordshire. He still holds out hope, as long as your sister is not yet married.”
   “Mr. Bingley really cares about Jane?”
   “I believe so.”
   “About your plan to resolve Jane's situation...”
   “What I am about to disclose may not be right for the sensibility of you, Georgiana...”
   “Brother! I am not a girl anymore, especially since your fall. I have grown up a lot. I shall not leave the room now when Elizabeth is in distress.”
    Darcy thought for a second and nodded. He then turned to Elizabeth. “I must make apologies first for causing the difficult situation your sister is facing.”
    “That is not possible. You have never set foot in Hertfordshire, and you do not even know Jane.”
    “You see...I urged Bingley to go away to Netherfield and tried to keep his sister there because I found Miss Bingley paying too much attention to Georgiana and myself after my fall.”
Elizabeth gasped.
    “In one of his letters, Bingley inadvertently disclosed that he used an incident happened in Ramsgate to 'threaten' his sister, to get her to go to Netherfield with him and stay there.”
    “What happened to Miss Bingley in Ramsgate?” Georgiana asked eagerly.
    “When Miss Bingley was sixteen, she was taken out from school and stayed with an older friend in Ramsgate one summer. She seemed to have fallen in love with a most unsuitable man. Luckily her mother happened to arrive early and nipped the romance.”
    Elizabeth and Georgiana looked at Darcy with wide eyes.
    “But if the romance was stopped, how could Mr. Bingley used it to 'threaten' Miss Bingley?”
    “That was exactly what I thought. And during my idle time in recovery from my fall, and it was a...Sunday evening,” Darcy's face turned pink. “I had nothing to do, I sent someone to check on the fact in Kent the next day.”
    Both ladies stared at Darcy with disbelief. “Would it not be easier just to ask Mr. Bingley?” Georgiana said.
    “I do not wish to force Charles to disclose anything he does not wish to, but I am just too curious...or too bored.”
    “What did you uncover?” Elizabeth probed.
    “Miss Bingley was about to elope with the man when her mother arrived, according to one of the servants in Ramsgate.”
    Elizabeth and Georgiana were lost for words for a moment.
    “But how can this help Jane?” Elizabeth said. “We cannot revert Jane's compromise by 'threatening' Miss Bingley about her indiscretion during her youth.”
     Darcy stated: “I am now quite convinced that the person Miss Bingley wanted to elope with all these years ago was Mr. Collins.”
    “What?!” Elizabeth and Georgian exclaimed.
    “My man reported that Miss Bingley was seen with a theology student quite often. They met in church.”
    “But what made you think he was Mr. Collins?” Elizabeth shook her head. “I cannot believe it.”
    “I met Mr. Collins just this Easter. He was newly appointed by my aunt. Lady Catherine told me about his background, growing up in Exmouth, studying in Canterbury, spent several years before to further his study in Ireland. His overseas trip was all thanks to some inheritance he had received from another uncle in Ramsgate.”
    “But there is no other relative in our family, and none hail from Ramsgate.” Elizabeth murmured. “Unless Mr. Collins referred to his maternal side.”
    “At the time, I thought it was quite convenient for Mr. Collins to have an uncle who gave him an inheritance to advance in church and another uncle to leave him an estate. But when you talked about the entail, marrying for love, even to an impoverished pastor and how Miss Bingley got angry when your mother talked about Mr. Collins would offer for you. I joined the dot together.”
    “You think...Miss Bingley was angry about this, not about her brother and Jane? But if she still has feelings for Mr. Collins, what does she hope to achieve by compromising him with Jane?”
     “I think the 'inheritance' Mr. Collins received was from Miss Bingley's mother.”
     “He was paid off to leave young Miss Bingley?”
    “I believe so.”
    “Miss Bingley was angry with Mr. Collins, for accepting the money and leaving her? But why did she stage the compromise of Jane?”
    “I believe Miss Bingley separated Mr. Collins from the Longbourn party...for her own sake.”
    “You mean...Miss Bingley and Mr. Collins...that was why he was most improperly...attired...”
Darcy nodded. “He could have wandered off to the wrong room...”
    “It is impossible,” Elizabeth murmured. “Too much coincidence. Too fanciful. But if that is the case, what can Jane do now?”
    “I have influence in the Church. I can force him to resign and leave, for his indiscreet affairs with Miss Bingley. Then Bingley must save Miss Bennet's reputation by marrying her quickly. There may still be, but after some time, people will forget about the incident that morning in Netherfield. But when Bingley moves to Derbyshire to be near us...me, I meant. He always talks about buying an estate in Derbyshire, the talk will be forgotten.”
    Elizabeth and Darcy's face turned scarlet. They gazed at each other with a passionate silent emotion.
    Georgiana was glad of their mutual attachment, but she was an impatient young woman. “Brother, quick! We need to confirm Mr. Collins and Miss Bingley.”
    “True! I will summon my man. He told me the maid from Ramsgate who had talked to him has recently moved to London to find work.”
     Soon after questioning the maid, Darcy bound for Kent while he sent Georgiana to accompany Elizabeth back to Hertfordshire.
     Before they parted company, Darcy pulled Elizabeth aside in the front parlour. “Miss Bennet, although we have known each other for a very short time and under uncertain circumstances, I have come to admire and love you very much. You are witty, handsome and caring. The best woman I have ever known. Would you do me the greatest honour and consent to be my wife?”
     “Are you sure this is what you want, Mr. Darcy?” Elizabeth's bright eyes pierced his soul. “I have no fortune and connection. My mother and younger sisters are quite silly. I have an uncle in trade, and I am very impertinent.”
     “I care none of those, except for your heart.” He said tenderly.
     “My heart...has been stolen by a tall, handsome gentleman.” She replied softly. “who knocked me down in a park and thought I was an escapee from Bedlam.”
     Darcy grasped her hand and raised it up for a kiss. “Impertinent woman! Is that the only answer I shall get, by requesting your hand so seriously and respectfully?”
She smiled and stood on tiptoes to whisper to his ear. “I love you very much, dearest and wonderful Fitzwilliam. It is a definite yes.” With that last word, she bit his earlobe gently and turned to dash out of the door.
    Darcy stood there with heart pumping, body flushed with heat and breath shortened. He spent the journey to Kent and most of the months until his marriage to Elizabeth daydreaming about her bites.
     What happened to the other couples?
     From Darcy's investigation and confrontation in Kent, he discovered that Mr. Collins had in fact eloped with Miss Bingley to Scotland before her mother could interfere. Mrs. Bingley paid him to disappear from England forever. But Collins returned this year. He was biding his time, wanting to claim back Miss Bingley, who was still legally married to him. Mr. Collins never talked of an olive branch, of marrying one of the Bennet sisters. That was only Mrs. Bennet's imagination. Mrs. Bennet's talk led to Miss Bingley's anger. Miss Bingley sent for Mr. Collins early that fateful morning to discuss. But Mr. Collins hoped for a warm reunion with his wife, but he had wandered off to the wrong guest chamber in Netherfield.
     Jane and Bingley married quickly after Collins resigned from the church and left with Miss Bingley to Ireland. Mrs. Collins's marriage was not a happy one. She soon got tired of Ireland's savage community. They returned to London after a few months and lived far beyond their means. While Mr. Bennet remained healthy, the fortune of the Collins dwindled rapidly. The Collins constantly argued about money.  One day they bashed each other's head so badly that both of them had to be committed to Bedlam.
      It was sad for Bingley to see his sister with such a fate. But his loving wife helped him through the ordeal. The Bingleys moved to Derbyshire and lived within 10 miles of Pemberley. They lived happily afterwards.
     And Darcy was not disappointed by Elizabeth's bites. She loved to bestow them all over his body, especially on Sunday evening when they had nothing better to do.


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A Bedlam Escapee - NB, PG

Dear readers, my Muse has deserted me. There is no update for Darcy's Chilling Proposal yet. But I try to get back into writing by posting this short NB which I haven't posted here before. It's unbeta'd. Happy reading! Part 2 will be up tomorrow. If you have been to Austen Underground, you would have read it.

A Bedlam Escapee - Part 1

Mr. Darcy marched out of Darcy House towards Hyde Park direction in quick strides, ignoring the following footman sent by Georgiana. He was frustrated by his sister’s ridiculous suggestion, begging him to marry Caroline Bingley so the fawning woman could take care of his failing health. As if he needed taking care of! He was no invalid. He only bumped his head when he fell from the horse three months ago.

     A few moments after he walked into a quiet corner of Hyde Park, a young woman approached him. The setting sun glowed on her dark hair and painted her cheeks into lovely rosy complexion.

     “Excuse me, Sir. Can you point me to the direction of…Mr. Darcy’s residence? The coachman assured me it is quite near here.”

     Surprised, Darcy stared at the woman he did not know. “Why?” The word came out harsher than he would have liked. The woman winched and took a step back.

     “I need to…see Mr. Darcy.” She murmured in a low voice.

     “Why?” With a deep scowl, Darcy repeated the question, this time in a more controlled manner.

     “I have a matter that cannot be…delayed to discuss with Mr. Darcy.” Her face turned red, and a cloud of uncertainty filled her fine eyes. “It seems you do not know the way. Sorry for interrupting your walk.” She curtseyed and turned to leave.

     “Are you an acquaintance of Mr. Darcy?”

     She stopped. “I cannot…divulge that.”

     Darcy drew in a deep breath, to suppress his anger. “What is your name?”

     She bit her lips.

    “Surely you do not expect me to direct you to the residence of an honorable man without asking more detail.”

    “Oh, so you know Mr. Darcy!”

    He nodded.

    “And he is an honorable man?”

    Darcy stared at the woman. “What is your name?”

    “Miss Elizabeth…Ben..hmm,” The woman raised her hand to rub her temple.

    “Miss Bennam, I do not know what you are getting at, but I do not know you.”

    Her mouth gaped for a second as if to protest but then thought of something else. Her eyes rounded as she said, “You are Mr. Darcy?”

    Darcy turned to leave, but she grabbed his arm. He shivered, a sense of shrilling sensation cruised through his body, jotted by her touch. But he turned a cold stare at her.

    She withdrew her hand immediately. “Please, sir, I can explain.”

    He wanted to walk away, but something in her eyes made him stop.

    “I suffered a fall during a walk,” she swallowed. “and cannot remember where I live, except your name, Pemberley and your…delightful library.”

    Anger brew in Darcy’s chest. How could this young woman who looked innocent and fetching, invented such a silly scheme to try to make his acquaintance! Perhaps she was an escapee from the bedlam. He turned to walk away again, but the woman grasped his arm. With some strength not too gentle, he struggled to free his arms of her hand and pushed her away. She winched as the back of her head hit the tree nearby. She swayed. Her knee buckled and she slid down the ground, like a lump by the tree.

    Darcy swore and was sure she pretended to swoon. But after two steps away from the woman, he glanced back, and she was still lying there motionless, leaning on the tree. He darted to her side. “Miss Bennam!”

     Her eyes remained closed and did not flutter. Darcy touched her shoulders and shook her lightly, but she lay limp. With more force, he jolted her again. Her head lolled forward.

     Darcy gasped on seeing blood sipping from the back of her head. Drawing in a deep breath, he took off his greatcoat, wrapped it around her and picked her up.

     “Send for the doctor!” He called out to the footman who was a few steps away and carried the young woman to Darcy House quickly.

     Darcy took a breath of relief when he put the woman down in one of his guest chambers. He called for warm water and some clothes to clean up the wound on the lady’s head, while he waited for the doctor to arrive.

    “Brother, are you hurt?” Georgiana rushed into the room with worrying words. “I heard the doctor is being sent for.”

    “No, Miss Bennam hurt her head in the park.”

    “Miss Bennam?”

    He shook his head, signaling for Georgiana to hold off her questions until he tended to the patient. Once he had done so and instructed the maid to watch over Elizabeth, he took his sister to a private room.

    “What is the matter, Fitzwilliam? And who is this Miss Bennam?”

    Darcy brushed his hand over his hair and shrugged his shoulders. “I do not know.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I met the lady in Hyde Park. She asked me the direction to here.”

    “Here? Did you know her?”

    “No.”

    “Why does she want to come to Darcy House?”

    “She said she wanted to see me.”

    Georgiana scowled. “But you do not know her. How did she come to be injured?”

    Darcy felt the heat on his face. “I pushed her away, and she hit her head on the tree.”

    She gasped. “Brother! What did she do, to make you do so?”

    He shifted his weight from one foot to next. “She said she had suffered a fall during a walk and cannot remember where she lives, except my name, Pemberley and my library.”

    “That is absurd!”

    “My thoughts indeed.”

    “But why did you push her away?”

    “She grabbed my arm, twice,” Darcy said. “I was afraid she wanted to compromise me, in the park.”

    “But you are a grown man, almost a head taller than she!”

    The heat on his face turned up a notch. He should not have let his sister’s overprotective behaviour, and the ridiculous suggestion about Miss Bingley got the better of him. He over-reacted when Miss Bennam had grabbed his arm. He had no words to retort.

    “What are we going to tell the doctor?” Georgiana’s words startled him.

    “The truth. Or Doctor Dickson cannot give Miss Bennam the right treatment.”

    Georgiana nodded. The sibling returned to the guest room and dismissed the maid when the doctor arrived.

    “What can you tell me about the patient?” The doctor glanced from the brother to sister with interest. He was Darcy’s family doctor since they were babies. He had never seen them so uncomfortable in his presence.

    After Darcy explained the circumstances, in more detail, the doctor understood why they attended to the patient themselves. “Miss Bennam has not woken up since she knocked her head on the tree?”

Darcy shook his head.

    The doctor examined Elizabeth. “She needs some stitches. There was a long gush here.”

Darcy turned pale and remorseful.

    The doctor added, “It is unlikely that your push has caused it, as I can see a new lump above it.   The gush probably gapes open when she hit the tree.”

    “It is still my fault. I am sorry.” Darcy said in a low voice, to no one in particular, while Georgiana stood by the bed to assist the doctor.

    Once the stitching and the bandage were done, the doctor tried to wake Elizabeth with some smelling salt.  After a few attempts, she stuttered and coughed. Georgiana sat on the bed and held her, preventing her from moving violently to hurt herself.

    When Elizabeth finally opened her eyes, the doctor said, “I am Doctor Dickson. How are you feeling, Miss?”

    Elizabeth winched. “It hurts.” Darcy stared at her fine eyes. They were in dark green, resembling the lush foliage of a mysterious forest. They were expressive, conveying her pain right to Darcy’s heart. His remorse increased, without even needing her to prove her sanity.

    “That is understandable,” the elderly doctor said softly. “your head suffers two traumas.”

    “Two?” she looked from the doctor, the other persons in the room to the interior of the chamber. “Where am I?”

    “Darcy House.”

    “Oh, I finally found it!”

    “Why are you in search of Darcy House?” Doctor Dickson said.

    Elizabeth darted her eyes to Georgiana, then to Darcy by the door. “I cannot divulge…” She stopped mid-sentence and sighed. “In fact, I do not know.”

    “Tell me what you know.” The doctor said kindly.

    Her eyes turned back to Darcy again. He was not sure if the depth of her eyes spoke of confusion, fear or anger? “Forget about Mr. Darcy and his sister.” The doctor said.

     “Oh, he is Mr. Darcy?” Elizabeth exclaimed. Darcy could see her eyes sparkled, with excitement. But then they dimmed almost immediately.

     The doctor nodded. “Just tell me what you remember.”

     She licked her lip and said in a pleasant soft voice. Her eyes darted toward the windows. “I remember…running up the hill…to Mount Oak..hmm. Then I tripped on some rocks and rolled down a slope. When I woke up, I could not remember where I live or where I came from. I roamed for a while and walked again. I met a farmer, and he asked me if I was injured. I did not feel any pain on my body except a headache. He kindly agreed to take me to the nearest town and dropped me by an inn. It was a coaching inn. I still could not remember where I live, except about a Mr. Darcy, Pemberley, and his…delightful library. The innkeeper asked me if I wanted to stay the night. I have my reticule with me, but I am afraid I may not have enough money to last long. When a coach pulled in for a change of horses, I bought a ticket to London. I thought…with Mr. Darcy always buying books…his Pemberley must be a large house…in London.”

      Darcy stared at the woman with wide eyes. Was she really from Bedlam? Or was her story real? She could make a decision about not staying in an inn, bought a coach ticket to London instead and yet she could not remember where she came from. And she thought Pemberley was in London. Where did she hear about his estate?

      “What did you do when you arrive in London?” The doctor continued to probe.

      “I enquire at the coaching station, about how much it cost to hire a hackney to Mr. Darcy’s residence. I was relieved that there was really a Mr. Darcy in London, for I do not wish to stay a night alone in London. The cost seems expensive; thus I asked for the direction and walk. And then I met…,” she looked to Darcy with a frown. “…Mr. Darcy, after I walked the park for some time.”

     Did she not see the danger she put herself in? Coming to London without knowing her destination? Walking across the park near sunset when it was quiet and getting dark?

     “Can you remember what happened after you met Mr. Darcy?” The doctor continued. Darcy raised his hand to pull at the ever-tightening neckcloth.

     Elizabeth nodded and repeated the incident to the doctor, but saying Mr. Darcy knocking her aside accidentally. Darcy did not know if he should thank her for being kind in protecting his boorish behaviour in front of the doctor and his sister.

    “Would you give me permission to check on your reticule?” The doctor asked.

     She nodded. “You want to see if there is any clue about who I am? I have done that already, but there is only one note from Jane and a handkerchief with the initials EB, besides the money.”

    “Who is Jane?”

    Elizabeth’s frown deepened for a moment. “My sister. Yes, Jane is my sister. She is delightful and kind, like an angel.”

    “May I?” The doctor read the letter and then asked for permission to read it out to the Darcys. She nodded.

    "MY DEAREST LIZZY,--

    "I find myself very unwell this morning, which, I suppose, is to be imputed to my getting wet through yesterday.  My kind friends will not hear of my returning till I am better.  They also insist on my seeing Mr. Jones--therefore do not be alarmed if you should hear of his having been to me--and, excepting a sore throat and headache, there is not much the matter with me.--Yours, etc."

     “Do you know who her kind friends are?” Darcy asked.

     Elizabeth thought for a few moments and shook her head.

     Georgiana also jumped in. “Were you visiting Miss Jane? When you ran up Mount Oakham?”

     Elizabeth scowled for a few moments. “No, Jane is back at home. I am sure. She is going to marry, soon. I think I was angry when I ran to Mount Oak…hmm.”

     “Who is Miss Jane going to marry?” Georgiana continued.

     Another minute past. Elizabeth shook her head. “I cannot remember.”

     Darcy added, “Who were you angry with?”

     “Hmm…Mr…Collins…no, Papa. I was angry with Papa and Miss...I cannot remember.”

     “Why are you angry with your father? Who is the other person you are angry with?” Doctor Dickson joined in.

     She shook her head, winced, shut her eyes and bit her lip.

     “You are in pain. We shall leave the questions until later,” the doctor stated. “Here is some sleeping draught to help you with it.”

     Elizabeth opened her eyes and swallowed the medicine from the doctor willingly. Darcy stared at her fine eyes, filled with frustration and confusion.

     When the patient drifted off to sleep, the three retreated to Darcy’s study.

     “What do you think, Doctor?” Darcy asked.

     “She suffered a concussion. The memory loss may be short term.”

     “You believe she will recover to remember where she comes from?”

     “There is a high likelihood, as she remembers her sister, father and this Mr. Collins already. Did you know any of them, Darcy?”

     “Me?”

    “Yes, she heard about you, Pemberley and your library. Perhaps she knew them from her sister, father or this Collins.”

    Darcy racked his brain for a few minutes. “I truly cannot see the connections of a Miss Jane Bennam and Mr. Collins I know about. What if she did not regain her memory? She seems to be quite sensible, with regards to other things. Could she have invented the whole thing?”

    The doctor thought for a minute. “I have seen such cases before. The patients shied away from some traumatic experience, and that memory just would not return. They have their sense and wit with them, otherwise.”

    “Poor Miss Bennam!” Georgiana exclaimed.

    “What can we do, in such a case?” Darcy murmured.

    The doctor raised his eyebrows. “Would you like to send her to a bedlam, since you do not know her at all?”

    “No!” Georgiana cried out.

    “No!” Darcy echoed. “Miss Bennam seems to be a gentleman’s daughter, judging by her clothes. I hate to commit her to a bedlam, without trying to find her family, if she is telling the truth. And my action contributed further to her injury. I feel…responsible for her welfare.”

    “I believe her,” Georgiana said. “She does not look like someone who can make up of such fanciful story.”

    “Me too,” Dr. Dickson added. “As you said, you contributed to her injury, Darcy. It is right that you take care of her.”

    “Yes, brother!” Georgiana agreed with a smile. Her eyes brightened and made Darcy suspicious of what his sister was thinking. “You need to take care of Elizabeth, at least for a little while.”

     Darcy could not figure out what Georgiana was about right this moment, he was too full of the stranger sleeping in the guest chamber. Elizabeth showed sense, determination and wit, despite the strange circumstances she found herself in. He could not get her beautiful eyes from his thought. He nodded absently to his sister, bid the doctor goodbye and stalked out of the study, to his delightful library.

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Tempt me with your kisses

“I meant what are you doing here in Southampton? Did you follow me here? Did you want to tempt me with your kisses and body?”
    Elizabeth blushed bright red. She was fuming that he would think of her like this. “Me? Follow you? You are the one who followed me here. I have had this visit planned since November last year. I heard from your uncle that you came here two weeks early. And you are the one who keeps kissing me every time we meet!”
    “I came here earlier to get away… You begged to be kissed!” Mr. Darcy was red with anger too.
    “You kissed me in Madley Lodge’s library when I felt faint, and then forced your kisses on me at the ball and in your townhouse. I should have believed Mr. Wickham when he said your manner towards women was most dissolute.”
    “Wickham? You took an eager interest in that scoundrel! And what were you doing in my bedchamber if you were not trying to seduce me? Do not tell me I forced my kisses on you! You enjoyed them as much as I did.”
    “We did not discuss you. Wickham just mentioned that he had known you since childhood, but he distanced himself from you because of your womanizing ways. I told you I took a wrong turn when I entered your bedroom.” No way would Elizabeth confess she had spied on his private room, trying to confirm the scene she had seen in the crystal ball, or that she had enjoyed his kisses.
    “Womanizing ways? How can you believe him? He is the one who seduced innocent maids, who went whoring, gambling and drinking in Cambridge. If you need proof, just ask anyone in Warwick Abbey and the neighbouring villages.”
    “I did not believe him until recently until you started kissing me whenever you liked.”
    “I only kissed you because you provoked me. And who was the one who pretended to be a fortune teller? You lied to many people, including my sister.”
    “I am a fortune teller, with a talent you would not understand. Anyway, I do not have to stay here and listen to you.”




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Crystal Palace

A random free read:

The image on the screen changed to a large, handsome stone building, standing well on rising ground, and backed by a ridge of high woody hills. And in front, a stream of some natural importance was swelled into more significant, but without any artificial appearance. Then the camera focused to the crystal palace deep in the woods behind the building, to a man in traditional clothing, cravat, breeches and all, caressing the crystal throne chair.
    It was Mr. Darcy, dressed as a Regency hero!
    “If only you could bring me to my destiny, a woman of character and strength.” The 1821 Mr. Darcy murmured.
     Elizabeth darted her eyes to the modern Mr. Darcy by her side, then back to the ancient Mr. Darcy and to this Mr. Darcy in a body suit.
    “Is this a pre-recorded April Fool's joke?” No way could someone from Regency or Victorian England be so scientifically advanced.
     He shook his head. “I am eight and thirty in 1821, with immense wealth and a noble mien. Mothers and women in London and the Continent court my attention. But no one interests me with their wit and character.”
     “Vain and proud!”
     “Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride, where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will always be under good regulation.”
    She rolled her eyes.


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Animal Mating - NC-17

She’s big, she’s ugly, and she’s very, very rare, but Caroline had won Darcy several competitions.
    After just three years of rearing one of the rarest breeds of pig, Darcy was taking his great Middle White sow, Caroline, to Australia's Great Murray Darling Agricultural Show one hot January day.
    He’s skinny, he’s handsome, and he’s very, very rare too. Equally, Wickham had won Elizabeth several accolades.
    Wickham was a champion January-born boar, and Elizabeth was taking him to the same show for the overall boars’ competition.
    Unfortunately for Darcy and Elizabeth, Caroline with her comical snub nose looked across the fence and fell in love with Wickham, the handsome boar. She slipped away, ran past a small pond of water to cool her body and crossed over to the boar judging area to show him her class and elegance.
    With a few wiggles and shaking of her buttocks, Caroline tried to get rid of the water on her greased body and got Wickham extremely excited. He was tempted by her luxuriant accessories and joined her to cross back to the sow area. They were eagerly mating while trying to avoid the mad chase of their owners.
     The unruly behaviour of the pair earned the sneer and gossips at the show. And for the first time, Caroline and Wickham did not even collect a tiny consolation prize.
     Back at the hotel bar, the two unlucky owners were drowning their sorrow.
    “It’s all Wickham’s fault!” Darcy gulped down the port in one go. “He trifled with Caroline. It’s the first time she lost her position in the rare pig society. And she may get some disease from him.”
    Elizabeth finished her vodka and slammed the glass on the table, “It’s all Caroline’s fault! She forgot her origin! She’s a sow. She shouldn’t cross over to the boars’ area. She used her arts and allurements to tempt Wickham. He should be worrying about getting the disease from her.”
    Darcy and Elizabeth turned and glared at each other. They were so close that their breaths were hot on each other’s face and their chests were almost touching each other. It was a warm January night. They were both wearing thin T-shirts. With a slight draw in the breath, Darcy’s torso rubbed Elizabeth’s nipples. Suddenly they forgot all about their obstinate pets and concentrated on themselves.
    Darcy moved and grabbed Elizabeth by the waist. He kissed her loudly on the mouth inside the busy bar. She grabbed him by the buttocks and started squeezing him.
    When they finally came up for air, Darcy said breathlessly, “Your room or mine?”
    They moved back to Darcy’s room in a rush. Once the door was shut, he braced her hands against the door and bent her body forward. He raised her skirt and pulled her G-string down. Then he tore open his shorts. With one hand squeezing her creamy mounds under the T-shirt, the other teasing her folds, he succeeded in making her wet very quickly.
    Elizabeth squirmed and shivered under Darcy's ministration. Her moans became louder and louder.
    “I want you now!” She screamed and lowered her hand from the door, twisted it to the back and tried to grab his shaft.
    He trembled and pushed her hand away, before driving into her wet hot entrance from behind with a mighty thrust. She was so tight. Her muscles wrapped around his length, burning every pore of his skin. He gathered his breath and started thrusting. In and out, again and again, he was pushing into her faster and faster. His hands continued to stimulate her breasts and her folds. He was thrusting like there was no tomorrow, until she yelled loudly, shivered and reached her climax.
    Her inner muscles convulsed and squeezed his length hard. He couldn’t hold back anymore, reached a massive orgasm and spilled into her. They both collapsed onto the floor.
    When his strength returned, Darcy picked her up and moved over to the bed. They spent the hot January night making love to each other.
     About three months later, Caroline gave birth to 10 piglets. Another six months on, Elizabeth, who became Mrs. Darcy soon after the Murray Darling Show, gave birth to the heir of Pemberley Farm.

The End

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Early Riser - NC17

Time for another free read:

Nurse Elizabeth drew in a deep breath. He’s an arrogant jerk! And his cock was growing, throbbing by her hips, through the cotton fabric of her uniform and panties. His toes were caressing her calf. The bloody man was up, real early. She vowed to smack him on the head, figuratively speaking, or he would treat her like a doormat.

“Stop it, or I’ll sue you!”

Darcy curled his lips and laughed out loud. “It’s just your word against mine. You’re the one who climbed into my bed and took advantage of me the entire night.”

His smug expression infuriated her. She pushed his hand away, kicked towards his groin and jumped from the bed abruptly, ignoring his cries. Serve him right!

“Urgh, are you going to hurt me more, so you can work here longer?” He mumbled.

That provocation didn’t warrant a reply, so she ignored it and walked to the door to put some distance between them. Then, affecting a professional demeanour, she turned to Darcy and said, “Would you like to have breakfast or bath first, Sir?”

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Japanese Bondage

“You have to smooth this to one side and pull it tighter,” Miku murmured as she examined Elizabeth’s knots.

Darcy winced as the rope tore into his wrist and arms.

Miku continued, “Japanese bondage strives for artistic perfection. It also instils fear and pain to the person being bound and gives control and satisfaction to the person who masters the binding. Madam, try to imagine that this handsome Mister has offended you. Think of the revenge you want to mete out to him. How you want him to suffer? How you want to dominate him?”

As Miku continued her coaching, Darcy felt the knots tighten further around his hands and arms. From the several mirrors positioned in the room, he could see Elizabeth’s facial expression. She was biting her lips, concentrating on perfecting the knots, but her frown intensified, turning her face to thunder. What had he done to make her so angry with him? His mind went through their acquaintance again, and he felt he was the wronged person in the relationship, not her. She had to be the one who had lashed at him while he had been unconscious, the one who had sold the photo to the tabloid. He couldn’t be wrong. He gritted his teeth to bear the pain, and wouldn’t allow her to hear a word of weakness uttered by him.

“Perfect!” Miku declared. “Madam, you are a fast learner.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth replied casually.


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First sentences

Here is a fun way of reading The Angel Sees Grey, by just checking out the first sentence of a few chapters:

“Who is the man you want?” Elizabeth drew her hand across her throat to indicate what she would do to the man in question. - Chapter 1

Darcy shifted his weight onto the other shoulder and winced as pain shot through his body. - Chapter 2

As Elizabeth stood in the ultra-modern kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil, she detected some telling clues to Mr. Darcy’s character. - chapter 3

Darcy had a hearty breakfast. Nurse Bennet cooked as well as his housekeeper, Mrs. Reynolds. - Chapter 4

Elizabeth’s chest heaved with indignation when she thought about Mr. Darcy. What a heartless business tycoon! - Chapter 5

The lights were brightly lit in Darcy’s townhouse, and two persons stood by the door. - Chapter 6

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The Angel Sees Grey song, haha.

Lizzy sees grey
Darcy is fazed

One infamous photo
Two gossip feeders

Darcy sees red
Lizzy gets the blame

One bondage game
Two unwilling learners

What did gods and demons have to do with these?
Where will Darcy and Lizzy end up? In heaven or hell?

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Mr. Darcy got whipped!

Mr. Darcy got whipped!
    Darcy blinked open his eyes. As his pupils focused, he immediately became conscious that he was tied firmly to the gym equipment. Then he saw Elizabeth, and the muscles on his face tensed.
    “What the hell?” he yelled, jerking his hands.
    Elizabeth observed his struggle impassively, her arms folded across her chest.
   When he tried to raise his legs onto the reclining seat which was part of the gym equipment to leverage his body up, she called out, “Hey, hey! Not so easy!”
    With quick strides, she grabbed two more belts from the wardrobe and wrapped her hands around his legs to restrain him further. He swung and swayed, but Elizabeth held on tight.
    “Let go of me!” he growled. “Who are you?”
    “Stupid man!” she murmured, as she pulled one of his legs and secured it to a vertical bar with a belt. Despite his fierce struggle, she immobilized his other leg by tying it to another bar.
    “Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?”
    “You don’t need to know,” Elizabeth said. She grinned as she finished; she had him where she wanted.
     Elizabeth usually worked in the children’s department, punishing lazy school kids by taking away their toys and favourite foods. This was the first assignment she had in a new department, and she couldn’t wait to work on it. Darcy had powerful thighs and muscles. With her usual squeeze, she could render him unconscious very quickly. But she needed him to be awake to endure the punishment.
    Ignoring his loud protests and demands to be released, Elizabeth took a few deep breaths and searched his wardrobe again.
    She returned with another leather belt and lashed his arse with it.
   “Urgh!!!” He screamed in pain.


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The Angel Sees Grey is published

Dear readers, The Angel Sees Grey is available on Kindle and Smashwords now. It will be available in other bookshops later on. Happy Reading!

A steamy, bold and erotic paranormal story that re-paints Jane Austen’s characters in urban fantasy colours.

When avenging angel Elizabeth mistakenly whips one honest billionaire Darcy on earth because she confuses the colour of grey and charcoal, her boss sent her down from heaven as a punishment to serve Darcy for one earth life.

Darcy wakes up to find himself with wounds possibly sustained in a kinky sex game he has no memory of. When Nurse Bennet arrives, looking similar to the woman he last remembers before his injury, Darcy suddenly develops lusty thoughts about his private nurse.

With the power struggle in heaven between two gods and his nude photo in the tabloid, Darcy finds himself wanting to get Elizabeth in his bed and deal her all sort of kinky punishment.

Does Darcy only lust after Elizabeth or does he have more profound feeling for her? Will the dark forces push Darcy to his beastly urges and hurt Elizabeth?

Warning: This title contains explicit sexual content, angels, demons, BDSM, whips, ropes, hot wax and a bit of mystery. It is not suitable for Jane Austen’s purists.

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How to lose a beer belly? - NC17

How to lose a beer belly? - NC17
Another recycled drabble:
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Triple Announcement - Part 1
“Thanks, everyone for coming to my 55th birthday party,” Darcy said in his deep baritone voice. “I’m not good at the social gathering, but Elizabeth said we must do it big this year.”
    He smiled at his wife and continued. “Well I’m happy it’s almost over, and we can make a very important announcement.”
    The floor with over 300 guests suddenly started buzzing with speculation.
    “He must be tired of his ageing wife,” Caroline Bingley murmured to her sister. “Look how frumpy Eliza has become. And those breasts dropped so low that they almost touch the ground.”
    “Give me a break!” Louisa murmured back. “You’ve been saying that for the past 27 years. He won’t leave his Lizzy for you.”
     Darcy continued. “I’ve decided to retire from Pemberley Group as of today. My cousin Richard Fitzwilliam will take over the rein until my son Andrew can prove himself.”
     The share price of PG would surely drop, without its charismatic leader, some guests speculated.
    “And my lovely wife Elizabeth and I will be touring around the world for the next two years.”
     Clients and business associates finally sighed with relief. Mr. Darcy would be a phone call away while he jet-set around the world.

Triple announcement - Part 2
Well the share price of PG did drop initially after the announcement, but the new chairman and Andrew Darcy worked wonder soon. And none of the people from the business world had heard from Mr. and Mrs. Darcy since until they returned two years later and asked for a family gathering.
    “Thanks, everyone for coming. It’s great to see all of you after two years.” Darcy said with a grin. “I’ve another announcement to make.”
     “He’s grown a beard and all tanned up. My, like a caveman.” Caroline whispered to Louisa. “See, Eliza is not with him. He must have dumped her while he jet-set around the world!”
     At that moment, Elizabeth walked in with a bundle on her arm.
Darcy said proudly, “Welcome to a new addition in the family, Nick Charles Darcy was born in Cairns in Australia two months ago.”
     Their four grown-up sons, Andrew, Alex, Matt, and Jake were stunned to be presented with a little brother.
    “Well done, Father!” Jake clasped Darcy’s shoulders. His father was grinning like an idiot.
    “Lizzy, I thought you said four sons are enough!” Her sister Kitty exclaimed.
    “Well,” Elizabeth said. “It all began when Darcy was worried about his beer belly after we're a year into caravan camping around the world.”

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    Elizabeth thought back on the day the discussion about beer belly had taken place.
   “I have an announcement to make,” Darcy said.
   Elizabeth raised her eyebrow, continuing to wash dishes inside the caravan.
   “I aim to lose this beer belly.”
   “Try running.”
   “Nah. Having sex is more enjoyable.”
   “But one hour of lovemaking only burns about 250 calories. It needs 12 hours of non-stop sex to lose half a kg.”
    “Well, I want to lose 10 kg before we return to London. That means 240 hours of hot sex!” He pressed her against the caravan wall. Without foreplay, he pulled her jeans and panties down with one swift move.
    She laughed and bit his earlobe.
    Moaning out loud, Darcy unzipped his own jeans and shoved into her roughly. He banged into her hot wet core hard, fast and furious, until they reached a huge climax together.
   “Perhaps a tiny cm is gone now,” Elizabeth breathed heavily and pinched his belly.
   That sparked another arousal in him. He placed Elizabeth on the tight bench top and pulled her legs wide apart.
   “Are you serious?”
   “Dead serious! 240 hours of hot sex to flatten my beer belly.” When he lowered his head to lick her folds relentlessly, she could only grab the bench top edge and shivered against his ministration.
    Nine months later, Nick Darcy was born.
    Caroline, of course, had a lot to say about the figure of Elizabeth, the 49-year-old new mother again.

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A random hot read - the vibrator

I just selected a random page from My Darcy Pulsates...to share with you:

Her initiative was all that he had waited for these many months. He rolled her over and pressed his body onto her. He bit hungrily at her lush upper lip and then pushed his tongue into her sweet mouth. At the same time, his hands moved to cup and knead her bottom, making her arch her body. The fabric of the skirt was no barrier at all. He could feel the thin panties and her soft and pert muscles. The vibrator was still shaking her chest against his.

The Witch, the Loch and the Laird

The door swung open. In walked a six-foot-six-inch muscular man, shirtless, dressed in a dark-green and black kilt.

He stopped and gazed at her with wide eyes. “Who are you?”

“Who are you?” She eyed him with caution, inching herself along the wall.

“Disrespectful lass.” He tossed his long, curly, chocolate-brown hair away from his face as he shut the door.

“Arrogant jerk!” Lizzy muttered.

“Jerk?  What language do you speak? You are in my bedchamber, within my castle. I won’t allow such rudeness.”

“Well, you’re not my lord.” She moved towards the entrance. “And I’m leaving now.”

As she attempted to walk past the lord and out of the room, he grabbed her by the waist. “Not so fast.”

She swung her hand against his chest and tried to twist her body out of his hold. “Let go of me! I’ve to leave now.”

“Upon my honour, you’re a feisty one! You will stay here until you answer my questions.” He swung her over his shoulder and carried her toward the bed.

She screamed and thumped his back with her fists, but he was as hard as the monstrous Loch Ness. Worse, he was more difficult to get rid of, because of his hands and legs. He quickly tied her to his bed with some clothes he found in a pile by the bed.

“Now, who are you?” He stared down at her in a thoroughly unsettling manner.

“I don’t have to tell you.”

He lowered his mouth and kissed her neck. “You smell good, like flowers,” He said, his voice growing thick.

“Let go of me.”

His mouth moved to the neckline of her T-shirt. “Where did you come by such strange clothing?”

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Leather and agony - NC17

Recycled drabble: Two years ago, I wrote this, based on the word "leather".

Jane's Instruction

Click!

Click!

“What are you doing?” William yelled in the pitch-dark room.

Click!

Click!

“Finally!” Elizabeth said as she turned on the light. “Don’t struggle. I’m only doing what my sister told me.”

“Jane?”

“Yes, she said you and Charles shouldn’t be let off lightly. Charles for doubting her heart and you for inferring with their affairs. So that’s why she booked all four of us in this Hotel Agony for our engagement celebration.”

"Hotel Agony?"

William struggled against the handcuffs that spread his body wide open on the bed when she ripped open his shirt and unlaced the fly of his leather pants.

When he saw her take out a leather whip, his body trembled.

Elizabeth smiled and traced the numerous strands of the whip from his cheek, down his throat, chest to his pubic hair.

Then she used it to draw circles around his balls.

Panting hard, he saw her smile turned into a grin as she brushed the leather strands along his now aroused member on all sides.

He closed his eyes and thrust his hips up, savouring her ministration and yet the shivering would not stop.

“Should I give you a good whip?” Her voice turned husky.

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What will happen next? It's your call...

Three Darcys - NC-17

Recycle an old drabble here, with slight amendment. Unbeta'd, happy reading!

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“What have you done!” Angela exclaimed as she saw her ward William Darcy’s soul split into three by the lightning which was whipped up by Gabriel.

“Oh, I will fix it!” Gabriel yelled out and raced after the three Darcys but he only managed to catch one in England. One of them had flown off to South America while the other to Austria.

A few days later, the two angels were still trying to find a way to correct Gabriel’s mistake. Finally they found the solution in the Book of Heavenly Misconduct and Mr. Darcy’s soul mate Elizabeth Bennet was sent off, first to Munich.

Elizabeth was startled by the appearance of the man. How could he look so much like William, the arrogant lover she had separated from and left behind in London because of an argument? Wilhelm von Darcy told her his ancestors traced back to the Darcys in England. Perhaps that was how he endeared himself to her in a short time and now she found herself naked in his bedroom.

“You look like someone I know,” Lizzy whispered as she traced her fingers along his muscular torso.

“Ja?” Wilhelm said. “I have a fetish. Will you allow me to play it out with you?” His heavy accent was endearing. But Elizabeth was not sure.

“What’s it?”

“Bondage.”

Her heart skipped. She remembered talking to Darcy about their fetish. Bondage was one of his but they had never acted on it. Now two voices in her mind urged her to agree to von Darcy’s request.

With a slight nod of head, she let Wilhelm tie her up. He blindfolded her and raised her hands to the top of the four poster bed.

He took his time. Every knot, every turn of the silk scarves was accompanied by hot kisses. She felt him biting her neck, sucking her nipples, rubbing her bottom and licking her pussy. She was transcended back to England, back to the embrace of William.

When he thrust his huge hard cock inside her, she felt she was making love with her Darcy. His length and thickness felt familiar. He thrust slowly at first and then increased the tempo. She could not stop moaning out Darcy, on and on, until her voice was coarse and she reached a mind blowing climax.

Next when she woke up, she was back in her hotel, alone. If not for the traces of being tied up and the scent of having sex, she would have thought she imagined the whole encounter with Wilhelm von Darcy. She did not stay in Munich afterwards and made her way back to London.

Gabriel was relieved to have collected the 1/3 soul from Wilhelm von Darcy. The angel just needed to arrange Elizabeth to meet up with the Darcy in Latin America and have them complete the mating. Then he would be able to combine the split souls together and the Darcy in England would be well agin. No one would know about Gabriel's mistake!

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I haven't written the Latin American Darcy yet. Can't decide what kind of fetish he should have...