Hmmmm.....Speaking as a piano teacher I can confirm that practice does indeed make perfect, and I should not mind practicing with Darcy...on any instrument he should wish...;-)

Whew!! It's warm in here - think I'll stay around a while. I Like it!!

Oh my.

]They left the room at a sedate pace, which quickly picked up speed, until there was a final headlong rush for their bedroom I like the visual image of this part, but help me out a little---was he wearing his tan riding breeches? and boots? and could his shirt please be wet or at least unbuttoned at the neck? ;)

Meggin -- it sounds to me like you need very little help imagining this. ;-)

I just want confirmation, I guess.......:-)

Cass, definitely worth waiting for! I am all aflutter over Mr. Knightley's past, though! Please be kind and fill me in soon! Carolyn, a whole new way to look at the word "instrument..." So very GLAD it wasn't damaged!

Made me jealous just thinking about it, Susan...;) So Meggin, do the boots stay on the whole time?

details, Kali, details

In other news, Caroline was rendered speechless by the day's fan fiction...

Double Whew!

Heh heh heh!

]So Meggin, do the boots stay on the whole time? No, just the first time! ;-)

]So Meggin, do the boots stay on the whole time? No, just the first time! ;-) Oh boy, the ideas I am getting from the discussion. Boots on the first time, hmmmm. Can I work on that idea and get back to you?

"These boots are made for walking, among other things!" IT'S A SAUNA IN HERE!!!!!!

Cheryl#111 Cheryl, you are a RATBAG!;-)

]Oh boy, the ideas I am getting from the discussion. Boots on the first time, hmmmm. Can I work on that idea and get back to you? Please do!!!!!

Caroline: Cheryl, you are a RATBAG!;-) Oh dear, that doesn't sound very good...;-)

This is the first time I have read this thread and I must say that, boy is it hot in here. I especially love the lizzy and darcy stories, the buttons, the instrument, etc... Thanks for bringing these scenes to life, I wish I could write this well. Great bits of fiction ladies. :)

WOW! I just found this thread by accident - I usually go straight for the Colin Drool. What a find!

Ch(E)ryl, dear, (I) have a huNch that we Feel and Perceive the world in in similar ways.Ratbag is always a compliment, even if back-handed!;-)

At least she didn't call you a dag.

Caroline: Ratbag is always a compliment, even if back-handed!;-) Ok, if you say so...silly of me not to realize it...;-p

Love, always, Cheryl.

Caroline: *samooch*

Oh my. I meant the boot comment in all innocence, you know...

Kali: Oh my. I meant the boot comment in all innocence, you know... Yeah, sure you did, uh huh...;-p

Can you blame me? ;)

Kali: Can you blame me? ;) No, no, not at all...it is an interesting scene to imagine...;-)

Boot scene, much more interesting than Burt Reynold squishing vaseline in them

Cassandra, I was just wondering of you were going to write any more of Elizabeth and Darcy, the Sequel. I loved it. I absolutely loved all the other stries as well please keeep writing everyone.

Suzanne-Thank-you. That's very kind. I think I will continue Darcy and Elizabeth, with the planned ball for Georgiana. I've got some new ideas.

I am very happy to hear that Cassandra, please hurry, I have read everything in Derbyshire writers guild as well as the stories from the link on the bottom of the page am going through withdrawl because I have no more to read. The stories in the Guild have really brought Lizzy and Darcy to life for me, they are wonderful.

Thanks Cassandra! My husband was ribbing me last night about all the pages I've already printed!!:-)

Oh Genette, so beautiful and yet so sad at the end.

Genette, I bow to the master -- you really had me going there!

I LOVE it, Genette! I always figured Darcy had tortured dreams!!!!!

Genette you really know how to kill a girl, please don't leave our poor Darcy struggling so. You must continue. It is a wonderful bit of fiction though, I am in awe of your writing and imaginative skills.

genette! darling! where have you been all this time?! please keep writing, this is truly marvelous drool material...

More, please, Genette. (beg, grovel, etc....)

Bowing to a true master Genette, pulse racing, shortness of breath and then POW! You really got me!

Genette, your are too generous to trifle with me!! More, More. I was ready to hit a cold shower, and now I want to cry. Brilliant.

Genette, that was great. poor Darcy, crying on his pillow!

WOW !!!! More, Genette, more! Please!

Nicely done! I still want an R-rated Derbyshire Writers' Guild---please!

here here! we want R-rated fanfic! and "don't nobody say" they never thought of P&P2 fanfic with a little more 'umph' to it! ;-)

Is there anything wrong with just reading it in here?

Just a little something to rechristen the drool fic. The following is the missing baaaaaathhhhh scene from Darcy's Mad Dash (which I know some of you have read already). Hope you enjoy it (again). Darcy thought condolences were in order for the innkeeper, but instead spoke of the needs most necessary to his comfort, "Bates, I require a room, a bath, and a meal. Also, my servants require a meal and a place to clean up. "Got stuck up on the road, did you, Sir? Turns into a right proper mess every time it rains, it does," Mr. Bates confided as he showed Darcy to his room. "This be me best room. I will have the boots bring up the water and the missus will prepare a nice hot meal for you." Presently, a servant arrived to fill the tub. It was shiny new copper tub, obviously the muddy road brought many profitable travelers to Mr. Bates establishment. The boots filled the bath, caught the coin Darcy tossed him and left Darcy to himself. Darcy disrobed. His boots came off first, their shiny black polish hidden underneath the mud. He shrugged out of his green jacket, thinking "I shall have to get rid of this coat, for some unseen complication always seems to arise whenever I wear it." He untied his cravat and unwound it from around his throat, exposing unsullied flesh. Quickly he unbutton his striped waistcoat and removed it. He pulled his fine linen shirt over his head. Outside the door, a serving girl gasped at the sight before in the keyhole. Sitting down in chair, he pulled off his stockings, wondering how the mud got between his toes. Darcy stood up and removed his breeches, throwing them on top of the muddy pile that lay on the floor. The serving girl could feel her pulse race as she viewed his calves, his thighs, his.....Darcy entered the bath and slid into water that was chest high.......Damn, thought the serving girl as she removed herself from a kneeling posi ion if front the door. She resumed her chores, for who knew when the gentleman would leave his bath. Darcy was entirely unaware that his disrobing had been observed. The water felt good and he relaxed in its warmth. Master Bates had provided soap and a washing cloth, which the boots had placed on a table next to the tub. After lathering the cloth he began to wash. His mind wandered to thoughts of Elizabeth bathing. As a gentleman he knew he should nip such thoughts in the bud, but as a man--as a man in love--he could not. His imagination took control. Darcy could see Elizabeth sitting in a tub. Her hair would be piled upon her head, but ringlets would fall onto the nape of her neck. He would brush them aside with his hand before taking a cloth, scented with lavender soap, and gently running it over her neck and across her shoulders before moving it down the curve of her back. From there he would move around to the front, gently rubbing her stomach before moving up to gently caress her ... Darcy slipped lower in the tub completely immersing his face and head. When he came up he began to lather his hair. As Darcy rinsed his hair, his wretched imagination took over again. This time he was in the tub and Elizabeth was bathing him. In his mind he could see her...she would come into his room as was bathing. It would be dark, with only the light from the fireplace in the room. She would stand before the tub, holding the soap and cloth in silent inquiry. He would lean back and with a barely perceptible nod from himself, she would begin to run the cloth across his chest. Her gown would dampen from the w ter, exposing his eyes to hidden delights. Somewhere along the way she would drop her cloth and it would be just her fingers moving across his chest, down his ribcage, the fingers would fan out as the slid lower across waist and then lower still ... Darcy sat up in the tub, for soap had gotten into his eyes. After rubbing his eye on a dry towel, he sat back in the tub. He began to think of any mundane matter that he could. Still, he had to spend an extra twenty minutes in the bath waiting for the water to cool before he left the tub.

Carolyn-- Oh my!! I think I could grow to like this place. :-.)

Wow!... Should I try and go ahead with my version of the wedding night, then?...

Carolyn, thanks much!!! I have really missed this place. p.s. My computer screen is fogging over from my heavy breathing.

LOL!!! I was just reading some of the old Spring post from the beginning of the year - talk about blast from the past! This thread was pretty classic, and I hop it will be again.

Dear Lisa, thanks for posting your stories here. I sincerely hope that they will revive this place. Unfortunately I'm not a writer, so the only thing I can do is to enjoy all these stories and say "thank you" to everybody.

Lisa (and this is addressed to anyone as well) do you write children's stories? We're looking for some for http://www.childrenstory.com, especially interactive stories narrated by the author, a professional reader or a child.

Terry, I've never thought about wrting children's stories. Truth be told, after reading The Experiment and Darcy Diary, I'm surprised you asking me about children's stories. I find it rather funny. I am by no means a professional writer. I've been writing stories for the Guild for sheer amusement. I enjoy it more than studying accounting, that's for sure! Every time I think about my chosen career, I get depressed. What the hell was I thinking? I prefer writing over anything but have little faith in my ability to become successful at it. I'll check out your site and maybe I'll give it a try as well. P.S. Tell me if I'm going over the limits with my stories because if I am I will resume sending the remaining installments by e-mail.

You're doing great, please keep posting! I'm not the one to ask anyway, Nan's the hostess here.

Well then, if Nan's the hostess, I have nothing to worry about!

if Nan's the hostess, I have nothing to worry about! LOL!... Great stuff, Lisa, keep it coming - a great diversion for red-blooded, healthy people like us!;-)

Lisa, LOL!!!! "stick in my pocket," "could almost tell his religion," etc., etc., etc. This is too funny!

Well ladies...as you can see, Lisa has posted the next scorching installment of "The Darcy Diary". I did see it first and felt that, since we are all adults, it was something you'd all want to read. Who am I to deprive you of a little thrill!;-.) However, I believe she has established the level for the Fan Fic in this Conference. These are somewhat delicate subjects and I feel that, in the future, we should try to stick within the boundaries Lisa's story has created...not that there are many! ;-.p I think that no one can complain that this is unnecessarily resrictive. It's important that everyone feel free to let their imaginations go--that is the larger part of why we moved to the Spring in the first place. But I also urge you to remember that this is a public board. You're all big girls, use your own judgment. :-.)

Lisa... we are all waiting with abated breath...

Thanks Arami, hopefully by Monday the last part will be ready for your prying eyes.

Prying eyes!!! Thanks a bunch, Lisa... You make me look like an old pervo... but I'm glad you're prepared to feed my morbid curiosity...;-)

Well said, Nan. Keep 'em coming Lisa.

Arami, if you're an old pervo for reading it..... I'm afraid to ask what that makes me for writing it?

Lisa, be quiet and keep writing ;-)...

ARAMI: Lisa, be quiet and keep writing ;-)... LMAO!! :-.D Thanks pal...that was my one good laugh in an otherwise miserable day ;-.)

Why is it so quiet here? Are you all waiting for me?...:-) Well, all right, I'll stick my neck out. Do you want me to nit-pick first? This piece contains anachronisms and historically it would not be realistic, i.e. an elegant Regency couple like Lizzy and Darcy would behave somewhat less wantonly, and even though they might enjoy their sex life nearly as much, there would be less emphasis on such raw physicality. So full marks for (im;-))pure erotic escapism, but I find it hard to associate it with Darc and Lizzy of Jane Austen's era. Apart from that, it was rather well written. It reminded me of some late Victorian literary erotica of better quality. Lisa, if it's all your own creation, you've got it, girl; but even if you did use a model, you've done it quite skilfully. My other reservations aside, I REALLY enjoyed it.

Lisa, are you sulking?... :-) I've forgotten to mention that I also liked the gentle and stylish humour underpinning the whole narrative. See you in four days - I do hope you're gonna talk to me by then?

I am so upset right now that I feel like smashing my computer screen. I wish I had never posted these damned stories because I never thought that by doing so, and by e-mailing them, I would be considered as a "peddler of pornography". I was just having a little fun in writing a different aspect to a D&L story, that's all. It seemed pretty harmless to me, mostly a lot of innuendo and double talk until the last two installments in particular. So, since some people believe I am the next Hugh Hefner, I have asked Nan to take them down from the board. As for your comments, Arami, I'll admit I was upset after reading them, I never thought you'd be so nitpicky but I don't really care anymore. It's not a problem that I should be upset over. Everyone has a right to their opinions. I have had to deal with greater things in my life and this is just a temporary nuisance that I will get over.

Just for your information...at Lisa's request, we have removed both "The Experiment" and "Darcy's Diary". She felt more comfortable sending her stories through email rather than leave them posted here.

Lisa, I've just returned from a few days away. As I said before, I personally enjoy your stories and still think you have a future as an author, even if you find it dificult to receive expressions of opinion in a positive way. I'm so sorry that you've taken my comments so badly. I've genuinely hoped you might find readers' comments helpful and constructive. Apparently not so. I suppose it was presumptious of me to try and guide you in such an over-familiar manner. I simply felt rather enthusiastic - alas, I am ot known for my diplomacy... So, please, accept my unreserved apologies.

Dear Arami, There's no need to apologize. When I posted last week I was responding to two different things. I received an e-mail that upset me tremendously because it suggested that what I was peddling pornography. I really don't feel like getting into it because I am totally over it and don't want to relive that unpleasantness anymore. ( I tend to get angry and then a little while later I get over things. I don't hold grudges very long, which I suppose is a good way to deal with stress). But I was fuming at the time, in fact I could see the steam spurting from my ears, and then I read your comments and I guess I just went over the edge and snapped. I'm sorry for responding rudly to you and taking my frustrations out on you. Criticism is something I have to learn to accept. As hard as it may be for me, I realize how important it is. Once again, I'm sorry.

I hope you don't let that one thing stop you from freely expressing yourself again, I for one really enjoyed your posts and hope your unbounded enthusiasm returns. I think you'll find most people receptive.

I wish to endorse Terry's wise words. Lisa, so, as I understand, you've received one critical e-mail, apparently from a silly prude who has obviously never seen/read real pornography in his/her life and is too scared to post a message publicly? IS THAT ALL? And you let such a minor squeak to upset you and withdraw what IMHO is one of the finer pieces of rich, tantalizing erotic fantasy I've ever come across in my whole life??? DEAR LISA!!!... I do hope you will reconsider your decision to deprive your fr ends and admirers of the sheer pleasure of your talent just because someone doesn't seem to approve... But the hosts approve - isn't that enough?

Hear hear.

Thanks Arami and Terry for making me feel better but I think I feel more comfortable if my stories remain "secluded". I was having misgivings about leaving them posted here before I received that e-mail for a few reasons: Anyone could read them, including impressionable children,(I don't want to be accused of warping anyone's mind) and secondly I was somewhat embarrassed. Never in my life have I written anything like that. NEVER!! I'm supposed to be a good Catholic girl for Heaven's sakes! What would people think of me? (One person thought I was a pornographer, need I say more?) Also, I guess I got worried at the realization that all I wrote about was sex. Over 40 pages and all it dealt with was sex! Good Lord! I've read Jackie Collins and Danielle Steele novels, not very recently mind you, but I can't recall 40 pages of their books exclusively devoted to sex. They have tidbits here and there but they don't write to the extent that I did! I think it kind of freaked me out a bit! I think it's very obvious that I had too much free time on my hands this summer and no boyfriend to help me occupy it. I had to entertain myself and this was my chosen method. It's a little worrisome! Mind you, I had a lot of fun writing both stories! Maybe that was the whole point? I have been thinking about writing a third story called "The Exchange" where Darcy and Lizzy read each others diaries, but I haven't had time to come up with anything yet. My classes started again and it's a pretty heavy load, so my writing time is limited. I have a feeling I won't begin it or any other story until December when my exams are over. You don't know how much the thought of that depresses me!

Lisa, I'm glad and relieved that you're prepared at least to reconsider. Being a good Catholic girl is neither here nor there - take it from another (not so good?) Catholic girl :-) - there was nothing depraved in your erotic fantasy, even if it was a little too physical. Next time try adding more on the subject of emotions, that will help to balance it out. And of course, your studies are a priority! Stay in touch.

In response #137 above I (long ago) posted a story called Somewhere in a Dream. I enjoyed writing it and indulged in sharing it here with people with whom I share similar tastes/interests. But I did not intend for it to be available to ANYONE on the Internet. I understand that I was naive in supposing this to be a private area, but imagine my surprise when I ran a basic search on my name on Alta Vista and found link 10 popping me right into that story! I come here to mention this disturbing fact and s e Lisa's concerns. Now I feel even worse. Whoever is in charge: Can you please remove #137? I would appreciate that very much.

No problem Genette--we'll remove it sometime on Monday.

THE FIRST TIME The wedding dinner passed by quickly, though not as quickly as the newly wedded couple would have liked. Bingley's staff prepared a meal that was not only a beautiful presentation, but delicious as well. Darcy and Lizzie's held hands under the table, as they drew strength from each other during the celebration of their marriage. Lizzie tried to eat but her anticipation of the night ahead, as well as the touch of his hand on hers made the thought of food impossible. Every time she looked up her eyes met his and the passion exchanged in even the briefest glance was enough to make her tingle from head to toe. The remembrance of the feelings awakened by his kisses earlier today compounded her inability to eat. After the meal was finished Darcy gave Bingley the message that they were going to their chambers. Bingley had arranged for t eir belongings to be moved to the third floor of the house. The third floor was private and separate from the other bedchambers and afforded them a nice view of the lake. Darcy was given a key, which locked the entrance to the stairway to the third floor. They would be completely secluded from all other visitors. The room had been prepared for their arrival all afternoon. "Thank you Charles. Thank you for everything." Returning to Elizabeth's side, he took her hand in his and made his way to her parents. As soon as Lizzie reached her father, Jane knew it was time for her part to begin. She yawned, and made her excuses to everyone that it was time to nurse Andrew, and then she would be retiring. "It has been a very long and exciting day for everyone" said she, "and I think we should all retire, do you not agree Charles?" "Indeed I do, darling. In fact I believe I shall go with you right now." Charles approached Darcy and smiling conspiratorially, shook his hand and congratulated him on his choice of wife. "Congratulations one last time Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, I hope we shall see you sometime tomorrow. However, if you choose to remain secluded, no one shall bother you or even be concerned. The baptism is set for two o'clock, we will see you then, for sure." Lizzie kissed Jane good night and gave Charles a big hug and kiss to show her appreciation for all that her sister and her husband had done for them. Then Lizzie said goodnight to her parents and sisters, including a special goodnight for her newest sister, Georgiana. Taking Darcy's hand they quitted the room without looking back, and ascended the stairs. Darcy's eyes never left her face, his desire for her evident in his eyes and in the way he smiled at her. Lizzie was too embarrassed to look at him that way yet, although she felt the same and the looks he gave her sent shivers up her spine. The realization of where they were going and the anticipation of all the feelings aroused by his nearness, made Lizzie apprehensive and shy. As they reached the second landing he rew her into his arms and lifted her chin up as his gaze held hers, "We are alone right now. May I kiss you Mrs. Darcy? " "Yes, you may, but I warn you, I may not let you stop kissing me and we may not make it to our room if you do it now, Sir." "Then I shall wait until I am sure we will not be interrupted, so if we do not make it to our bed, we will not have any apologies to make." They made their way down the hallway to the private entrance to their bedchamber. Darcy unlocked the door and re-locked it after they stepped inside the small stairwell, where they would make their way up the stairs. They did not pass more than three stairs before he pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. At the first touch of his lips on hers, she stiffened with the shock of all that was follow. He noticed her reaction as he took his mouth from hers, kissing her cheek, he continued raggedly, " I lov you . . ." His mouth moving to her neck, "Oh, . . . Elizabeth." Moving to her ear, he nibbled on her earlobe. "Please, do not be frightened of me . . ." Returning to her mouth, "I will not hurt you . . ." His lips brushed hers again. " . . .You do know that, do you not?" "I know William . . ." as his mouth moved to her jaw, " . . . and I love you so completely . . ." She was responding to his ardor. " . . .I am sure all will be well once we are alone." She was beginning to feel flushed . . ." . . . It is more the unknown that frightens me." His mouth surrounded her lips, taking away all her fears. His mouth caressed hers in a slow, insistent kiss that steadily increased in pressure, forcing Elizabeth's lips to part beneath his and setting off tremors of passion inside her that began to crash with stunning force. With a soft moan of pleasure and need, her hands moved up his back as she gave herself over to his kiss, allowing him part her lips, yielding to the probing of his tongue, then welcoming it with mindless desire. His fingers wove through the hair at the nape of her neck as he began loosening the pins that held her hair, allowing her curls to fall around her face. He allowed his kisses to move to other parts of her face, her ears, her neck and her shoulders. He felt his arousal increasing as she responded to his touches, pressing his body against hers. His tongue plunged deeper into her mouth, breathlessly insistent, caressing her mouth. Initially taken aback as he drew her into his arms, she welcomed his desire responding immediately to his kisses, her arms reaching under his jacket and up to his shoulders as she pulled him closer, more intimately against his surging manhood. He pushed her against the wall so that every part of their bodies was touching the others. Years of love and longing more than compensated for her lack of experience, responding to each scorching kiss. Time no longer existed for her, eliminated by the excitement of the raging desire within her, spurred by the sensual mouth that devoured hers with increasing urgency. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her up the remainder of the stairs to their bedchamber, her kisses continuing to fuel his passion. Setting her down on the bed, he began to remove his coat, but Elizabeth pulled him back to her, "I will be most happy to assist you in removing your clothes, if you will help me get out of this dress." "I shall be happy to oblige you, Mrs. Darcy," said he, smiling at his bride. "That will certainly be most pleasurable," returning to their bed facing her. Elizabeth, taking a deep breath, untied his cravat, unwinding it and slowly removing it from his neck. She leaned closer to him and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, touching his skin and kissing his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her to him, kissing her throat as he undid the pearl necklace from her neck. Holding only one end of it, he smiled lasciviously and allowed it to fall into the front of her dress, "Oh dear, how careless of me. I fear I shall have to retrieve that bea tiful necklace for you, as his kisses moved down her chest, closer to her breasts. Sliding one finger into the front of her dress, "there it is," as he gently pulled the dress away from her skin and using two fingers of his other hand, he reached inside her dress, allowing his fingers to touch the softness of her skin, as he retrieved the pearls. "That was very tempting, my love. I desire more. Pray are there any other items I may retrieve from there?" "I am certain it will not be long before nothing else will be trapped in there, Sir," she replied wickedly as she returned to unbuttoning his vest. Reaching up to his shoulders, she reached her hands under his jacket and pushed the jacket off his shoulders and down his arms until it was completely off. "My turn." Darcy turned Elizabeth away from him to begin unbuttoning her dress, kissing the back of her neck and shoulders, "Damn, there must be thirty buttons on this thing, I shall have to work quickly or I could be here all night and never receive the rewards of my diligence." Darcy began to fumble with the small, delicate buttons, having difficulty undoing them. "If you would be more patient and work slower, you will accomplish your goal in much less time and with less frustration, my dear. Would you like some guidance? I know a secret way of undoing this dress," as she tilted her head back to his face. "No, I know I shall succeed, I shall not be done in by buttons. I also know an easier way of removing this thing, but it would be a shame to tear it, it is a most beautiful gown." "Mr. Darcy, I am shocked that you would even think such a thing. You shall not tear it or else . . ." Finishing his third button, he kissed her neck again, his hands moving down the front of her chest, to the fullness of her breasts, "Will it come down yet?" As she turned into his arms his lips found her mouth and their passion re-ignited, she removed his vest and pulled on his shirt, pulling it out of his pants. "You madam, are having more success than I. I believe you have an advantage over me." "It is not unfair, you have more clothes to remove, I have but one dress, Sir. However, I will allow you some success," and pulling her skirt up she rested one of her legs on his lap. "You may remove my stocking, if you like." A wicked grin spread over his face as she raised her skirt and moved her le to him, "I should be happy to oblige you Mrs. Darcy." His hand moved slowly along the top of her leg, moving to the inner aspect as he passed her knee. Sliding his fingers under the edge of the stocking he loosened it and slowly, as he caressed her skin with his hand, pulled the stocking down and off her foot. His hand returned to her leg, but she quickly withdrew it, "my turn." Adjusting the skirt of her gown so she could kneel b side him, she withdrew his shirt from his pants, noticing the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. She slowly pulled the shirt up his body as he raised his arms to allow her to remove it. Dropping the shirt on the floor her attention returned to his body. Never having seen a man in this state of undress, she was captivated by his skin, the hair on his chest, the pulsing at the base of his throat. She leaned closer and began to kiss him, his chest, his neck, as her hands moving tentatively over his bod . He watched her face intently as she explored his body, receiving almost as much pleasure from watching as from her touch. "Umm, I hate to do this, but it is my turn. If we do not get this dress undone soon . . ." His hands moved to the dress as he fumbled with the buttons on the back of it. She could feel his breath on her skin as he leaned closer trying to undo the buttons. She could tell he was becoming frustrated by the difficulty he was experiencing, but she was not ready to help him . . .yet. After several minutes he had only accomplished the unbuttoning of four buttons. He was muttering under his breath as she turned to him and kissed his face. Her mouth moved to his ears, her tongue gently circling his ear. She slid off the bed and sat at his feet, as she removed his shoes and then sliding her hands up his pants leg, removed is stockings. He kissed the top of her head as she touched him, then when she was done, pulled her back up to his arms . . ."Elizabeth, I want you . . ." as his mouth found h rs again. "Back to the buttons." His kisses returned to her back and shoulders. "I fear I shall spend my wedding night celibately, if this dress has its way." "Would you like my assistance, dearest William? I too, would like to have this dress off." "Yes, Elizabeth, I fear I am losing my patience. Please help me." As he worked on the buttons from the top of the dress, she reached around to her back and began unbuttoning the dress from the bottom. She was much more adept at it and moved quickly, meeting his hands at the middle of her back. It was done, or undone as the case may be. The dress began to fall open, away from her body. She waited for his direction. He kissed her neck and her back, as his hands moved along her shoulders, pushing the sleeves off and down her arms. Elizabeth arched her back towards him as h s mouth moved to her neck and then her lips, and he turned her to his embrace. "Hmmm . . . " His tongue circled the curve of her ear . . . "I love you Elizabeth, I love you so much . . ." His mouth moved down her neck and to her chest, to the valley between her breasts . . ."I have waited so long to hold you in my arms." He stood her before him and slowly pulled the dress away from her body. She stepped out of the dress and stood before him wearing only her camisole and panties. A deep sigh emanated from hest as his eyes moved slowly over her body. "And I love you, William " as she reached out to him, allowing the back of her hand to caress his face. He drew her into his arms as his hands moved tenderly under the camisole lifting it up over her breasts. His mouth found its way to one of them, while his hand explored the other, his body pushing her onto the bed. She arched her back to him pushing her breast to his lips. His pleasure was extreme and he softly moaned as he drew her breast deep into his mouth with a tender ferocity that made her tremble with desire moan with pleasure. Elizabeth responded to his touches eagerly, running her fingers through his curls as she pressed her body against him, her hands rubbing the skin on his back. He stopped suckling her and nuzzled his face in her breasts as he sat up and removed her other stocking, not quite as slowly as he removed the other. His finger traced the inside of her thigh, as his kisses traced the path where his fingers had been. She removed the camisole for him, then lay back on the bed invitingl . Furiously he unbuttoned his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor. He stood at the bedside before her, naked and breathtakingly gorgeous, every muscle every curve of his body accentuated by the flickering candlelight. Astonished by her boldness, she reached her hand to him, touching him with her fingertips. Feeling his shudder of pleasure, raw and untamed as it jolted through his body. She moved closer to him and kissed his thundering heart. Taking her hands in his, he pulled her upright to him. Drawi g her into his arms he kissed her tenderly, reveling in the touch of her skin against his body, his hips moving against her. Her hands moved over his body, barely touching his skin; her mouth sensuously kissed his chest, her tongue delicately playing with his nipple. His hands moved down her body to her panties and hooking his fingers, he removed them. Reaching behind her, he pulled the covers down. She could feel him pressing against her body as his kisses again became fervent and passionate, and he lay her back against the soft coolness of the satin sheets. He lay on the bed beside her, desiring to please her, to hold her, to love her completely. He had never felt about anyone the way he felt for her, she made him the man he was today. Taking her into his arms, his mouth opened over hers, his kiss at once insistent and hungry as his tongue pushed into her mouth, stroking and caressing hers, pushing her to the peak of desire. She felt like she could not catch her breathe, as she responded to his kisses. he world stopped except for the endless kisses and arousing caresses, which began slowly, building to a crescendo then pulling apart for air, they would begin again. With each crescendo they moved closer to the consummation of their love. As much as he desired her, he did not wish to frighten her or cause her pain, so he took his time, building slowly to the physical act of making her his. There was such hunger in his kisses, she was awed and yet humbled by his desire. His lips moved down her neck returning to her breast, taking it deep into his mouth as his hands touched her everywhere to arouse her passion. His thigh moved over her leg, separating her legs, his body pressing against her, the hard ridge of his arousal cradled against the curve of her thigh. Her desire was extreme; she wanted everything he had to offer, her voice raspy with passion . . ."Oh, William, I . . .want you . . .please . . .I love you." Her body writhed against him, whimpering with pleasure as his fingers found the place where all her pleasure seemed to be, brushing against the softness as he whispered, "let me love you Elizabeth, open for me." Her legs opened for him and she welcomed his touch, as he tormented and teased her bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. She moaned softly as she clutched at him, digging her fingers into his skin, "William, please . . .please . . .I want you . . ." She could not bear it as her hands reached down touching his thighs, searching for his hardness. As her hands touched him, he arched his back, his breath exploding from his chest. Darcy pressed against her, as she moved against him wanting him so desperately. e increased the pressure against her, still she writhed against him, kissing his chest, clutching him to her, "Oh, please, William . . .please." Thrusting his hips against her, Elizabeth let out a soft cry as she felt him enter her, the burning pain mixed with the pleasure of having him inside of her. He paused, kissing her gently, concern etched in his features, "are you all right, Elizabeth?" Catching her breath, a smile crossed her face, "Yes, yes, oh, yes. I am fine, I love you so much." He returned to loving her, each caress tender and loving. Every feeling, every movement, each thrust of his body against her, bringing each more pleasure. Elizabeth reveled in his love, taking each thrust into her pushing against him, her pleasure exploding in waves of fulfillment, an agonizing moan of satisfaction escaping her lips. Her kisses spread over his body as she expressed her love for him. As his pleasure came, he arched his back, his head tossed back, and a long moan escaped his chest as he called out, "Ohhh, Elizabeth." He thrust against her once more, pushing deep inside her, then, all his energy expended; he collapsed on top of her. He lay with her, never wanting to be apart from her, kissing her tenderly for the pleasure she had given him. Neither of them spoke for a very long time, desiring only to be one. He finally rolled to her side, taking her in his arms; "I love you Elizabeth." She felt so fulfilled, so loved lying in his arms. "I love you too, William, with all my heart." That was all the words that were spoken between them so overwhelmed by the passion they had experienced. Her hands moved slowly and gently over his body as she lay with him, and soon she felt his passion returning, his hands caressed her body, his mouth moving to her breast. A long low growl roared from his chest as he rolled on top of her, and loved her again; and then again all through the night. The sun was peeking through the window as they fell asleep in each other's arms, their whole life ahead of them.

OH, WHAT A NIGHT, LATE DECEMBER BACK IN 18...!!! Brilliant, my dear!! So glad you decided to rise to the occasion and from what I've read we are not to be disappointed. ;-) Good thing that room of their was "quite secluded...with a view of the lake" Can you imagine stuff like that going on with your mother and father and extended family around?? How much time do you suppose they spent looking at the view outside their window? ;-) ...she stiffened with the shock of what was to follow. Is that all that stiffened?? "It is the unknown that frightens me." Is she looking for a formal introduction by a third party? I should hope not! Get to know it, my dear, you'll like it! he smiled lasciviously and allowed it to fall into the front of her dress... The old fishing for pearls trick!! wink, wink ...noticing the obvious bulge in the front of his pants. Pray, which side was it on???? BTW, what are his pants still doing on???? I bet he's just hating himself for buying that dress!! Buttons do seem to be the bane of their existence. So did they make it to the baptism?? NOT!! ;-)) Thanks so much for the excellent read...I can't wait to reread it...slowly...at home. :-)

Well, they are the Godparents, so they will have to leave their cocoon for the baptism.I thought maybe since the baptism was not until 2pm, they would delay leaving until Monday. I can sense Lizzie's embarrassment at everyone knowing what they have been doing all night. I really enjoy writing these, I just hate ending them.

Stefanie, dear, don't end them...continue! We don't have your imagination and ingenuity to guide us through your creative juices. Let them flow (this IS drool after all) and we will gladly bathe in their rejuvinating freshness. Your story was truly lovely and tender, and ....well, I'm barely able to get my fingers to type I am so rubbery from your passion. May we beg for more?! Thank you from someone who has been there. May we all continue to experience such wonders through your genius.

Thanks, Stefanie, for sharing your very enjoyable fantasy with us. What I find interesting is that I had used similar phrases to some of Stefanie's and others in my own earlier (as yet unpublished) draft and I found certain scenes in DWG eerily similar to mine! If I ever decide to post my own vision, people will think I'm only reprocessing previous stories and it bothers me a bit... However, to be reasonable, there is quite a bunch of us here, all writing about basically the same two people, so no wonde we end with similarities. I mean, after all there's only so much those two can be doing during their wedding night...

...After the second read Even better to luxuriate in your sensuous scenes!! My, how Lizzy takes to her new activity like a duck to water!! Well, she is the athletic sort. :-) And how brilliant of Darcy to guide her along...so she wouldn't be frightened...a master in the art of seduction. Oh my, where are men like that??

KarenR:Good thing that room of their was "quite secluded...with a view of the lake" Can you imagine stuff like that going on with your mother and father and extended family around?? Karen, you mean like this?: From DWG, "A Christmas with the Bennets, Part 5": (Mrs. B re: Darcy) "Lizzy, I could hear his distress," Mrs. Bennet sharply said. "I believe he was writhing in agony and I heard him pray to our dear God several times." (After 5 years of marriage, E doesn't need D to guide her along anymore!!) Stefanie:I thought maybe since the baptism was not until 2pm, they would delay leaving until Monday. I can sense Lizzie's embarrassment at everyone knowing what they have been doing all night. My thoughts exactly. I thought it was a great move that you had Charles and Jane pretend they were tired, too, and suggest that everyone retire. Kind of makes it a little less obvious that E and D are off doing it. And I could see not leaving till Monday. After all, they've been "up" all night, plus the night before, and perhaps D was a bit naive in thinking they'd be up for a 3 hour journey on Sunday afternoon. Shoot, after not being able to touch for a few hours, they need at least another 12 in be .

Hey! Computer! Don't cut me off! As I was saying, before being so rudely interrupted: Shoot, after not being able to touch for a few hours, they need at least another 12 in bed.

Thanks for the story, Stefanie. And since I'm not the creative type myself, please, everyone who is, post some more!

(Karen) Can you imagine stuff like that going on with your mother and father and extended family around?? (Claudia) Karen, you mean like this? From DWG, "A Christmas with the Bennets, Part 5": (Mrs. B re: Darcy) "Lizzy, I could hear his distress," Mrs. Bennet sharply said. "I believe he was writhing in agony and I heard him pray to our dear God several times." Oh God, oh God...precisely!! ;-D And since the Christmas story is Heide's, she is apparently thinking along the same lines.....

How do I find the stories or submot one. I sent one E-mail to Ann but she didn't think it was appropriate{Sp} for Fan Fic.