Sunday morning rain is falling.
What a way to wake up, listening to the rain falling with a long, warm arm wrapped around my waist. I look up to see a beautiful face with five o'clock shadow and tossed, dark curls on a white pillow. God damn, he is one handsome man! I cannot resist, I lean in to kiss him on the base of his throat. He doesn't stir, just a sigh.
My mind starts with flashing thoughts: Jane's wedding, champagne, dancing, kissing and making love with William Darcy. What a night!
~~~//~~~
The wedding had been a beautiful ceremony. Jane and Charles were so happy. I remember looking at Will during the ceremony with shy smiles. The man could really fill out a tuxedo nicely-broad shoulders, slim waist, long legs and tight buns.
Since the moment I met Will months ago, I couldn't deny he was a very gorgeous man. It was his personality, or should I say the lack thereof, that had never impressed me. He always was so quiet, and I chalked it up to arrogance and a superiority complex. In our short acquaintance, we had only had a few conversations, and I was sure that he considered me very opinionated and quite impertinent.
Boy, was I wrong about him! One night can change all your perceptions and beliefs about someone.
It all started as we walked down the aisle after the ceremony. Will leaned in and told me, “Elizabeth, you look beautiful”. I was shocked. I always thought that he hardly noticed me, that he didn't like me, and when he did look at me, it was to find faults. I couldn't reply. I just smiled.
We left the church and got into a limousine. Once the limo pulled out, Will reached over and took hold of my hand. His hands were very soft and warm as they engulfed mine. They were a perfect fit. I must have looked surprised.
“Is this all right?” Will asked me.
“Yes, I'm just confused. I got the impression you didn't think too much of me.”
“No, quite the opposite, I think you're amazing.”
I almost choked. “Really… you never had much to say to me when we're in company together.”
“I'm sorry. I haven't left you with a very good impression of me. I have trouble when I'm meeting someone new. I'm rather shy and reserved, and it's worst when Caroline Bingley is around. I never encourage her, yet she never seems to take the hint.”
At that point, I couldn't help but laugh.
“I'm sorry Will, but it's rather funny the way Caroline follows and hangs on you like a lost little puppy. Why don't you just throw her a bone?”
“Never!” Will let out a deep laugh. It was music to my ears.
“Poor Caroline…she'll be heartbroken,” I said between laughs.
“Elizabeth, will you do me a favor and be my date tonight? I'd like to get to know you better, and if you're close, it may help keep Caroline at bay.”
“All right. It really won't be too much of a hardship spending an evening with a handsome gentleman,” I gave him a wink and a saucy smile. “Plus, I'd love to see how Caroline reacts seeing us together!”
Once again, I heard that beautiful laugh as he flashed a bright smile and dimples.
“Thank you,” was the response in that deep, baritone voice.
We arrived at the reception, and I did stay by Will's side. I found him to be very intelligent and witty, with a wicked sense of humor. We had similar tastes in music, art and books. We enjoyed our dinner together. The wine and champagne started to flow, and I was truly enjoying myself. Then came the dancing.
The man was a born dancer. And the way he held me... Oh my! He had one arm around my waist with his hand at the small of my back, where he traced circles with his thumb. He cradled one of my hands with his strong grip as we glided along the dance floor. I was lost in the rhythm and warmth. Then the next thing I knew, he dipped me. Looking straight into those big eyes, the color of chocolate pudding, I could see love and desire. I caught my breath. He raised me and placed the softest kiss on my lips-a first kiss, laden with promise and passion.
After the dance, I excused myself for the ladies room. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts. So much was happening. I knew I was attracted to the man, but had never given it much thought. It never occurred to me that he would be interested in me. Jane was the beauty in the family. I knew I wasn't chopped liver, but still, I was a short, curly-haired brunette with curves and attitude. I figured Will would only be interested in the tall “model” type.
With stirred emotions, I rejoined Will for more champagne and dancing. I totally enjoyed myself. It felt so good to be held by that man. And he smelled fantastic-spicy, woodsy and musky.
As the evening came to an end, Will and I climbed back in the limo that took us to Charles' house, Netherfield. A bunch of us were staying there to have a Sunday post- wedding brunch. Once in the limo, Will placed his arm around my shoulder, and I snuggled in. It just felt right.
“Elizabeth, I really had a wonderful time with you tonight. Thank you for allowing me to spend the evening with you.”
“You're welcome. I had a really great time, too.”
He leaned in and kissed me. It started off slow and soft and gradually increased in its intensity. I put my arm around his neck as he reached around to pull me closer. Mouths and tongues were exploring new territory. I sighed and made soft sounds of pleasure. At last we broke apart, and I nestled into his chest. Will took the clip out of my hair and began to stroke the curls.
“You have lovely hair, and I've been dying to run my fingers through it since I met you.”
I snuggled closer and sighed deeply, feeling overwhelmed with happiness. I could feel Will's warm breath caressing my hair. I slid up, and captured his mouth in another kiss that rapidly became deep and passionate, as my fingers tangled in his curls and held him tight. I tasted the residue of champagne in his luscious mouth and on his perfect lips. He felt so good. Strong hands were caressing my neck and back. I felt the warmth of his strong chest as my breasts leaned against him.
We arrived at Netherfield, and immediately we could hear Caroline and Louisa in the green parlor. Will signaled to me with a finger over his lips to keep quiet. We snuck up the stairs hand in hand, and Will led me to his suite of rooms. I was a little nervous to enter, not sure what he was expecting. Will led me to the sofa in front of a fireplace.
“I just don't want this night to end,” Will whispered.
“Neither do I. It's all been so perfect.”
I took Will's face in my hands and gave him another passionate kiss. I felt Will's arm wrapping around me, pulling me hard against him. Slowly we slithered down to lie side by side on the couch, arms and legs entangled, caressing each other's faces tenderly and planting small kisses on cheeks, brows and lips. Will moved his hand to my back and towards my bottom. In response, I slid my hands inside his tuxedo jacket. I could feel the heat of his skin and, without thinking, I began to undo his tie and the buttons of his shirt. I touched his bare chest, which made him gasp. He moved my dress up my thighs and started to caress them where my stockings met the garters. I shivered in anticipation. He paused.
“Elizabeth, if we continue, I might not be able to stop. Do you want me?”
“Yes, more than anything,” I whispered without hesitation.
Will untangled himself from me and stood up. In one quick movement, he picked me up and carried me over to the bed as if I were a feather. He put me down on the edge and sat next to me. Passionate kisses resumed and after several moments I put my hands over his shoulders and slipped off his jacket and shirt. He then had me stand up and reached around and unzipped my dress, which fell to the floor. He looked at me, standing in my strapless bra, panties, garters and stockings, and I could see the desire in his eyes. I unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers. They dropped to the floor and Will kicked them aside, standing there in his boxers. What a sight!
We embraced again, feeling skin touching skin for the first time. Our mouths attacked one another. Will eased me down on the bed, unclasped my bra and slid his hand around to cup my breasts. His touch was so tender. As he caressed my nipples, his tongue found my mouth once more. Slowly his lips moved down to my neck and then to my breast. With his teeth he nipped at each nipple, sending tremors through me. As he continued, his hands slowly pushed down my panties and removed my garters and stockings. There I was, lying naked in Will Darcy's bed, so very happy and so very aroused.
“You're so beautiful, so incredibly beautiful,” he whispered.
I couldn't respond. At that moment, all I wanted was to touch him. I reached around to push his boxers down. I wanted to see and feel how beautiful he was.
I curled my leg over his and trailed my fingers over his skin. His hands roamed over my body and a moan rumbled in his throat that made me quiver. My hands caressed the length of his back and one came to rest on his hip while the other reached out for him. My fingers curled around him and felt his hardness. I lost myself in touching him. Will let out a loud, deep groan.
“Will, do you have protection?”
He didn't answer, but reached over to the nightstand and dug out what was needed. Will ripped open the little package and rolled on a condom. He covered my body with his and kissed me.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, yes.”
He slowly slid himself inside of me. I gasped at the feeling of him filling me. We began to move together in a slow, steady rhythm. My passions had taken over control, and I reached around to grab his awesome ass, to pull him deeper into me. I wanted all of him. I wanted to feel him fill me completely.
Will's breath started to become ragged, and he began to thrust faster. I was nearing my peak and wrapped my legs around his waist to make him go even deeper. I moaned as the heat of my orgasm exploded over me. I shuddered and my muscles tighten their grip around Will. Moments later, Will let himself go and shattered with his own orgasm. He collapsed on top of me, we clung to each other-sweaty, sticky and waiting for our heart rates to return to normal.
We kissed tenderly. I finally pulled back and looked directly into Will's eyes.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Wow doesn't say half of it.”
After a few moments, reality started to creep into my consciousness, and I realized what we'd just done.
“Will, I've never slept with someone on a first date. As a matter of fact, you're only the third man I've been with. I hope this doesn't make you think less of me.”
“Oh my god, Elizabeth!” Will sat up, clutching my hands. “You and me, here in this bed, it was amazing. I have admired and wanted you for months. I've dreamt about you being with me. I adore you.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do. And if you'll have me, I'd like to make this a lasting relationship. I never meant this to be a one-night stand. That's not like me, either. I want to properly court you-flowers, dinners, movies. I see us going for long walks in the park holding hands. I want you to be the last person I talk to at night and the first person I talk to in the morning.”
“Will, I would really like that.”
We kissed to seal the deal, and I fell into the most blissful night's sleep.
~~~//~~~
And now I lie here wrapped in warmth and happiness.
Sunday morning rain is falling.... and I never want to leave.
SHIVER
SUNDAY MORNING - PART 2
There may not
Be another way to your heart
So I guess I'd better find a new way in
I shiver when I hear your name
Think about you but it's not the same
I won't be satisfied till I'm under your skin
Shiver by Maroon 5
Was that a kiss I felt on my neck? Yes. Yes it was. I let out a large sigh, and through my closed eyes, flashed a montage of last night: Charles' wedding, Elizabeth, beautiful in her gown, feeling her hand fit perfectly in mine, dancing, tasting champagne on those luscious lips, avoiding Caroline and sneaking into Netherfield, making out on the couch, taking off Elizabeth's dress, her lingerie, touching Elizabeth, nude Elizabeth, being inside Elizabeth.
Shiver
I opened my eyes to a dream. Elizabeth smiled up at me with those sparkling eyes, her arms wrapped around my chest and legs tangled with mine. From the windows, I heard rain falling, but couldn't take my eyes off the vision before me.
“Good morning, Will. Sweet dreams?” she asked me with that saucy smile.
How did I reply? With a hot kiss, of course.
“Yes, very sweet dreams. I dreamt that a beautiful woman with the most amazing eyes charmed the socks off me and ended up in my bed.” Before she could reply, I leaned and kissed her again.
I caressed her soft skin, succulent breasts and that lovely bum which I had admired in her tight Levi's. Leaving her lips, my mouth moved down that elegant neck to reach the valley of bliss. I slowly devoured her breast, nipping and using my teeth to tease a scrumptious nipple into a hardened peak. I heard Elizabeth's sighs of pleasure and moved my mouth to the other breast. I trailed kisses back to her mouth while pressing my growing manhood onto her tummy. Soon her hips rubbed me in a rhythm that was hard to resist. Her eyelids fluttered open and locking eyes, she gave me an almost indiscernible nod, and it was like getting the green flag waved at the Indy 500. I reached for the nightstand and grabbed a condom.
In one swift move, I was on my back and Elizabeth was unrolling the condom on me. Her legs straddled my hips, and she slowly lowered herself on my throbbing erection and let out a delectable long sigh. Holding my hands and staring into my eyes, she started a slow dance. Being inside Elizabeth, all warm and tight, was like ascending a mountain, climbing higher and higher, closer to the peak. Her dance picked up tempo and soon she screamed out my name and shattered. She was still pulsing around me when I followed, an intense orgasm— one for the Richter scale to measure.
Shiver
Elizabeth collapsed on my chest giving it small, sweet kisses as we struggled to regain our breath. I pulled her down to give her mouth a tender kiss. “Thank you … amazing.”
“Good morning.” Elizabeth let out a low little laugh.
As if on cue, my stomach then let out a large grumble. With laughter in my voice and embarrassment on my face, I asked, “How about us hitting the shower and then getting some breakfast?”
“That's a good plan. We must get some food in you. You're a growing boy.”
“Only in your presence, darling.”
Elizabeth giggled, jumped off the bed and ran to my bathroom. Once I heard the shower running, I followed her.
Shiver
What a sight! I lingered in the doorway as my eyes scanned Elizabeth's body with her back to the shower, eyes closed, letting the water perform its magic and run all down her glistening skin. Beautiful.
As was beginning to become habit around her, I felt the stirrings of a hard-on, and I winced in pain as I remembered that we had just used the second of the only two condoms I had. I never imagined that this weekend would end with Elizabeth in my bed. I had hoped that I would get the nerve to ask her out on a date. Who would have guessed that my greatest wish would have been granted in just twelve hours' time and that I would need more condoms?
“Will, if you stand there all day staring, the water will get cold… unless you prefer cold showers?” She laughed as she reached out her hand to mine, a clear invitation to join her in the shower.
After a few deep breaths, I focused on the task at hand—getting through the shower. With a shaky voice, I said, “Elizabeth, believe me, I want to run my hands all over that moist skin, but we have a big problem. I'm out of condoms, and just looking at you, I'm aroused.” To emphasize the point, I glanced down to show her the evidence.
With a look of disappointment, Elizabeth just shrugged, “I guess I get no sausage in the shower this morning. We best hurry up and set out on a mission to get more condoms.”
We both did our own soaping, shampooing and rinsing—not the way I imagined our first shower together would be, but it still beat showering alone. Elizabeth helped herself to one of my tee shirts and boxer shorts. She refused to put back on her bridesmaid dress, even when I tried to convince her how beautiful she looked wearing it. With caution, we exited my room and headed down the hall to her bedroom so she could put on more suitable clothes. It was a shame because she was adorable in my clothes.
Once in Elizabeth's bedroom, she changed and went into her bathroom where I could over hear her checking drawers and making general scavenger noises. When she came back she frowned.
“Well, I have no condoms, but there must be some here. This place is huge. Let's go check in Jane and Charles' room.”
We headed out the door, and Elizabeth started to hum the Theme From Mission Impossible. I couldn't help but laugh and gave her a quick kiss as I grabbed her hand, and we made our way to the master suite of Netherfield.
Once inside the room, Elizabeth headed towards the bathroom, while I checked the nightstands and closet drawers. After several uncomfortable minutes of rummaging through Bingley's personal space, I came up empty handed. It was not looking good for the cause. I did, however, find a chocolate Power Bar in the night stand. I would not allow my mind to question why Charles would need Power Bars next to his bed, but to quiet the grumbles of my stomach and give my self an extra boost for detective work, I devoured the high protein bar.
I met Elizabeth back in the bathroom, where she was not having any better success.
“Find any?”
“No luck. You?”
“No, Jane's been on the pill for a while—no need for condoms anymore. Damn! Where else can we look?”
“I doubt that Hurst would have any.”
“What about Caroline? She's single and always on the hunt for you. She might have a supply.”
“Oh, just that thought makes me ill.”
“Well, let's go check her room anyway. I bet she has some.” Elizabeth then approached me with a curious look. “Hey, is that chocolate on your lips?” Elizabeth kissed the smudge of crumbs at the corner of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and attended to her with a slow, tongue twisting kiss.
I looked down onto that pretty face with a guilty smile and responded with the truth. “I found a chocolate Power Bar.”
“And you didn't share. Tsk tsk, Mr. Darcy.” And with that she pinched my bottom and headed towards the door.
Shiver
I knew I would regret going into Caroline Bingley's bedroom, but the desire to be with Elizabeth again—well, I'd just have to do it. Sneaking back down the hall to Caroline's suite, we listened at the door and then gave a small knock. No answer.
Elizabeth slowly opened the door. There was an unmade bed with a silky nightgown haphazardly discarded on the sheets. No sign of Caroline. We stepped inside.
“I bet she went down to breakfast in hopes to have an intimate meal with her Willy Boy.”
“Don't say such things. Time alone with Caroline is never pleasant, and she only seems to be getting more annoying. Right now, we need to check the place and get out of here, or I might have reoccurring nightmares. Let's start with the nightstands then check the bathroom.”
“Yes, sir,” Elizabeth saluted me. I went to the right nightstand and found a stack of magazines: Cosmo, Vogue, People, GQ and a Playgirl.
“Very interesting reading, Miss Bingley.”
I turned to see Elizabeth with two condoms in her hand, but a look that combined happiness, surprise and disgust.
“What's wrong?”
“Let's just say Caroline should buy stock in Duracell.”
Elizabeth quickly shushed me with a finger over her mouth. We heard someone talking outside the bedroom door. Oh shit! How were we going to explain being in Caroline Bingley's bedroom looking for condoms? Could we escape through a window?
Next thing I knew, I was meeting Elizabeth under Caroline's queen-size bed. Thank goodness the bed was made for royalty, sitting very high with a long bed skirt. I barely fit, but even in the dim light, I was amazed at how beautiful Elizabeth's eyes were when full of mischief. She kept her finger over her mouth to remind me not to make a sound.
We could hear Caroline come in and go into her bathroom. I looked at Elizabeth and whispered, “Should we try to make a run for it?” No sooner were the words out, that I heard Caroline come towards the bed. She flipped on her CD player. The sounds of Brittney Spears were coming out of the speakers with Caroline singing along. Could it get any worse? I saw Elizabeth struggling to keep her laughter in, and I had trouble not laughing myself at the ridiculous situation. My only consolation was that at least we were in possession of two condoms.
Caroline moved into the center of the bed and was sitting right above us. I heard her singing and flipping through a magazine. All was quiet for a few moments, and then I sensed some movement on the bed above me and a buzzing noise. I looked at Elizabeth, whose eyes had gone the size of moons. She recognized my look of confusion and mouthed the word “BOB”. It took me a second for understanding to hit me full force. This was an experience that I could have never planned for. How could I bear to listen to Caroline Bingley getting her self off with a battery operated boyfriend?
Shiver (in a bad way)
I quickly clasped my hands over my ears. I couldn't handle it. I looked at Elizabeth again and her shoulders were shaking from trying not to explode with laughter. And she was right, I should have been laughing. This had to be one for the record books. Slowly, the disgust and frown left my face, but I kept my hands over my ears and gave Elizabeth a reassuring smile.
I tried to think only of Elizabeth—sweet, beautiful, witty, full of life Elizabeth. I have probably smiled and laughed more in the past twelve hours with her than I had in the entire past year. Bingley was right; I needed a good woman to bring me back to the living. I wasted too much time making sure that Georgie and Pemberley's needs where met before mine. Georgie was doing well at university, and Pemberley had never had a more successful year. It was my time, and how wonderful it was filled with Elizabeth making me laugh, smile and burst with desire.
I felt Elizabeth place her hands on the top of mine, keeping my hands tight to my ears. It seemed as though she had drifted off into private thoughts, trying at all cost to avoid the sounds and movements that were happening just inches above us.
A short time passed with both of us trying to stay relaxed and quiet as church mice. Elizabeth slowly moved my hands from my ears. I could hear Caroline closing her nightstand drawer. Thank god it was over!
Then I heard Caroline mumble as she rose and went into the bathroom, “Once I'm getting the friction on with Will, I'll have no more need for this.”
I felt disgusted, nauseous and just plain gross. Caroline Bingley would never, ever be near my bed or any other place that could cause friction.
We heard the shower running, and giggling, Elizabeth said, “Will, let's get the hell out of here.”
“Do you have the condoms?” Hey, I didn't go through that experience to come out empty-handed.
Crawling out from under the bed, she held them out for me to see as we scampered out the door. Once the door was closed to Elizabeth's room, we burst into gut-wrenching laughter. Elizabeth had tears streaming down her cheeks. It took several moments for us to catch our breath.
“William, next time let's just go to the store.”
“And miss out on an adventure like that? I don't believe I've been under a bed in the past twenty years. It was like hide and seek. But I think you`re right, I don't think I could survive another round in Caroline's boudoir.“ As if on cue, my stomach gave a very loud grumble.
“I think we need to get food into you, Mr. Darcy. We'll put those condoms to good use after breakfast.”
Shiver
“Very sensible, my dear. I need some sustenance after that mission impossible. Shall we go make an appearance?” I grabbed Elizabeth's hand, and we headed to the door, but before we exited the room, I had to express a worrisome thought. “How will I ever be able to look at Caroline again without cracking up?”
“I have no idea…. Buzzzzzz!”
Truly - The End