Well, that did take place. Times change, people don't:) I don't think anything is wrong with giving into your emotions, especially when engaged. She was his and would always be his.

YES! Finally I have been able to log on to Spring again! :-)) Heide...truly hilarious work! "Her hair, Luisa!" LOL! LOL! Caroline the Clueless! Hi Bobby... by the way... I'm on the, he was not a virgin bandwagon I completely agree. You can't tell me a man of eight and twenty in any era is truly an innocent! ;-I So...are you writing away Heide???

After the Wedding..... Darcy was never so glad in his life that something was over as he was when he and Elizabeth gaily walked out of the Meryton Church. The wedding was certainly beautiful and joyous, but now, Elizabeth was his for the rest of their lives. Never again would he be forced to leave her side. The two couples, happy and laughing, climbed into the open carriages for the journey to Netherfield where they would each spend their wedding nights. He smiled broadly at the well-wishers as the horses pulled away. He caught Elizabeth's eye and their gazes locked. Darcy raised his hand to brush her cheek and slowly leaned forward to taste the sweetest honey that waited upon her lips. As long as he lived, Darcy thought he would never tire of kissing his wife. �HIS wife,' he thought and his mouth pressed more passionately against hers. Her lips opened and a soft sigh escaped, granting him further access to her sweetness. A bump in the road jostled the lovers out of their embrace. Elizabeth's glance moved to the driver and whip then back to her husband's passion-filled face. She blushed and, unable to meet his eyes any longer, wrenched her gaze from him to her lap. He drifted his fingers along her cheek, but did not force her to look at him. �Indeed,' thought he, �it is better this way. I could easily scandalize us both. Even touching her cheek tempts danger.' He reluctantly allowed his hand to drop to his lap and attempted to ease the mounting tension. "Elizabeth, I had thought we would travel to Pemberley on the day after tomorrow. Does this suit you?" "Oh!" she cried, startled from her fantasies. She guiltily raised her eyes to his face and found a knowing smile awaiting her. She flushed again and replied, "That sounds wonderful. I cannot wait to see my new home again. Only this time, I will be able to walk about without trepidation. I wonder though," she teased, "will I meet with such handsome scenery as before?" His brow furrowed, "To my knowledge, their have been no changes to the grounds." He looked blankly at her, but, upon seeing her teasing grin, he flushed. "Oh," he replied under his breath, "Elizabeth, I had no idea that you were on the grounds at the time. I was exhausted and hot from my journey--" She smiled and silenced his words by gently laying a soft finger against his mouth. "Hush, my love, I was not complaining. Merely speculating at the possibility of that meeting occurring again." The carriage pulled into the gates at Netherfield and halted at the door. The footman opened the door and moved to take Mrs. Darcy's hand to help her out. Her husband interrupted his move by saying, "That will do. I will see to Mrs. Darcy." Elizabeth's heart raced at his possessiveness. A spark of electricity lept between their joined hands as he helped her from the carriage. Darcy nodded to Bingley as he and Jane pulled up behind him. "Well, Darcy, how does it feel to be a married man?" Bingley called while helping Jane from the carriage. Darcy looked at his bride lovingly and squeezed her hand, "I find the married state to be quite agreeable." "Come, then, we must toast to our happiness!" Bingley led the group into the main salon and called for a servant. "Jennings! Bring in the champagne!" The man entered a short time later bearing a silver tray laden with a bottle and four glasses. Bingley poured the champagne and passed the glasses, his face a wreath of smiles. "To Darcy and Elizabeth, myself and Jane, may we be the happiest couples that ever lived!" Darcy replied, "Here, here," and the glasses were clinked all around. The couples sat and chatted for some time about the ceremony and the length of the days leading up to it. At length, Bingley spoke, "If you will excuse us, I would like to show Jane more of her new home." Darcy, recognizing the excuse for what it was--a chance to be alone-- immediately stood and replied, "An excellent idea, Bingley. Would you mind if Elizabeth and I toured the grounds?" "Not at all, we will see you for dinner at six." The little party broke up and the couples each sought their own privacy. Darcy escorted Elizabeth through a side door. They walked, arm in arm, to a small grove of trees and he pulled her into his arms. "Mr. Darcy!" she cried, startled out of her reverie. "What about the servants?" "Hang the servants," he swore, "it has been too long since I've held you." She eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck and chided, "It was only yesterday." "Exactly so," he ground out, "too long." His lips captured hers in a wild kiss. He gathered her closer; his hands roamed over her back, inflaming her senses, making her hungry for more. Of what that �more' consisted, she was uncertain. She pressed closer still and felt her knees buckle as he trailed fiery kisses down her neck to her collar bone. His arms banded around her for support as he moved forward and crowded her against a tree. The bark pressed into her back; her heightened senses relished in the contrast between the softness of his coat and the harshness of the wood. His lips roamed up the other side of her neck. A slight moan escaped her and he immediately returned and molded his mouth to hers in a slow, astonishingly exquisite kiss. She had not realized how bereft she felt without his lips against hers until he had returned. Her hands drifted from his neck, down his arms where his corded muscles were bunched with anticipation, and rested inside his coat, on his chest. She searched his chest for some break in his clothing, aching with the need to feel his skin. As her hands wandered further, he abruptly wrenched his mouth from hers and held her hands still. He rested his forehead against curls. A slight cry fell from her lips and she moved her mouth back to his for a series of short, soft kisses. "Eliza--" he cleared passion-filled voice, "Elizabeth, we must stop. This is neither the time nor the place to...I'm sorry I let it get so out of control." She blushed a fiery red and only by the mere wisps of control that remained, could Darcy keep himself from kissing her once more. She guiltily looked away and he lightly grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Please don't misunderstand," he replied, his eyes filled with promise, "we will finish this." He straightened the lace of her dress, while, with trembling fingers, she combed an errant curl off of his forehead. He took her hand in his and, with a small kiss to her cheek, led her out of the grove.

(Author's note: After reading some of the stories here, I thought I might give it a try...Hope you enjoy!) After the Wedding.... Darcy was never so glad in his life that something was over as he was when he and Elizabeth gaily walked out of the Meryton Church. The wedding was certainly beautiful and joyous, but now, Elizabeth was his for the rest of their lives. Never again would he be forced to leave her side. The two couples, happy and laughing, climbed into the open carriages for the journey to Netherfield where they would each spend their wedding nights. He smiled broadly at the well-wishers as the horses pulled away. He caught Elizabeth's eye and their gazes locked. Darcy raised his hand to brush her cheek and slowly leaned forward to taste the sweetest honey that waited upon her lips. As long as he lived, Darcy thought he would never tire of kissing his wife. �HIS wife,' he thought and his mouth pressed more passionately against hers. Her lips opened and a soft sigh escaped, granting him further access to her sweetness. A bump in the road jostled the lovers out of their embrace. Elizabeth's glance moved to the driver and whip then back to her husband's passion-filled face. She blushed and, unable to meet his eyes any longer, wrenched her gaze from him to her lap. He drifted his fingers along her cheek, but did not force her to look at him. �Indeed,' thought he, �it is better this way. I could easily scandalize us both. Even touching her cheek tempts danger.' He reluctantly allowed his hand to drop to his lap and attempted to ease the mounting tension. "Elizabeth, I had thought we would travel to Pemberley on the day after tomorrow. Does this suit you?" "Oh!" she cried, startled from her fantasies. She guiltily raised her eyes to his face and found a knowing smile awaiting her. She flushed again and replied, "That sounds wonderful. I cannot wait to see my new home again. Only this time, I will be able to walk about without trepidation. I wonder though," she teased, "will I meet with such handsome scenery as before?" His brow furrowed, "To my knowledge, their have been no changes to the grounds." He looked blankly at her, but, upon seeing her teasing grin, he flushed. "Oh," he replied under his breath, "Elizabeth, I had no idea that you were on the grounds at the time. I was exhausted and hot from my journey--" She smiled and silenced his words by gently laying a soft finger against his mouth. "Hush, my love, I was not complaining. Merely speculating at the possibility of that meeting occurring again." The carriage pulled into the gates at Netherfield and halted at the door. The footman opened the door and moved to take Mrs. Darcy's hand to help her out. Her husband interrupted his move by saying, "That will do. I will see to Mrs. Darcy." Elizabeth's heart raced at his possessiveness. A spark of electricity lept between their joined hands as he helped her from the carriage. Darcy nodded to Bingley as he and Jane pulled up behind him. "Well, Darcy, how does it feel to be a married man?" Bingley called while helping Jane from the carriage. Darcy looked at his bride lovingly and squeezed her hand, "I find the married state to be quite agreeable." "Come, then, we must toast to our happiness!" Bingley led the group into the main salon and called for a servant. "Jennings! Bring in the champagne!" The man entered a short time later bearing a silver tray laden with a bottle and four glasses. Bingley poured the champagne and passed the glasses, his face a wreath of smiles. "To Darcy and Elizabeth, myself and Jane, may we be the happiest couples that ever lived!" Darcy replied, "Here, here," and the glasses were clinked all around. The couples sat and chatted for some time about the ceremony and the length of the days leading up to it. At length, Bingley spoke, "If you will excuse us, I would like to show Jane more of her new home." Darcy, recognizing the excuse for what it was--a chance to be alone-- immediately stood and replied, "An excellent idea, Bingley. Would you mind if Elizabeth and I toured the grounds?" "Not at all, we will see you for dinner at six." The little party broke up and the couples each sought their own privacy. Darcy escorted Elizabeth through a side door. They walked, arm in arm, to a small grove of trees and he pulled her into his arms. "Mr. Darcy!" she cried, startled out of her reverie. "What about the servants?" "Hang the servants," he swore, "it has been too long since I've held you." She eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck and chided, "It was only yesterday." "Exactly so," he ground out, "too long." His lips captured hers in a wild kiss. He gathered her closer; his hands roamed over her back, inflaming her senses, making her hungry for more. Of what that �more' consisted, she was uncertain. She pressed closer still and felt her knees buckle as he trailed fiery kisses down her neck to her collar bone. His arms banded around her for support as he moved forward and crowded her against a tree. The bark pressed into her back; her heightened senses relished in the contrast between the softness of his coat and the harshness of the wood. His lips roamed up the other side of her neck. A slight moan escaped her and he immediately returned and molded his mouth to hers in a slow, astonishingly exquisite kiss. She had not realized how bereft she felt without his lips against hers until he had returned. Her hands drifted from his neck, down his arms where his corded muscles were bunched with anticipation, and rested inside his coat, on his chest. She searched his chest for some break in his clothing, aching with the need to feel his skin. As her hands wandered further, he abruptly wrenched his mouth from hers and held her hands still. He rested his forehead against curls. A slight cry fell from her lips and she moved her mouth back to his for a series of short, soft kisses. "Eliza--" he cleared passion-filled voice, "Elizabeth, we must stop. This is neither the time nor the place to...I'm sorry I let it get so out of control." She blushed a fiery red and only by the mere wisps of control that remained, could Darcy keep himself from kissing her once more. She guiltily looked away and he lightly grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Please don't misunderstand," he replied, his eyes filled with promise, "we will finish this." He straightened the lace of her dress, while, with trembling fingers, she combed an errant curl off of his forehead. He took her hand in his and, with a small kiss to her cheek, led her out of the grove. to be continued...???

Felicia: That was just lovely and you've got my vote for continuing! Hmm..trees appear to be a popular item these days. Could it be the wood? ;-D

Thanks, Felicia..... "we will finish this." Go Felicia, go!

She searched his chest for some break in his clothing, aching with the need to feel his skin. Whoa, Lizzy! To be in your wedding boots! Go to it. Thanks, Felicia. Very refreshing indeed. Any more apres-wedding scenes? "Please don't misunderstand," he replied, his eyes filled with promise, "we will finish this." Darcy did promise. (Bobby) by the way... I'm on the, he was not a virgin bandwagon. And I'm on that bandwagon too. Your story idea holds great promise. I especially like Lizzy wrestling with comparisons to Lydia. Feeling tapped out myself, I hope someone else is busily typing away.

Bravo Heide, Bobby & Felicia~! It has been some time since I have visited the site, and to be greeted by two wonderful new stories! Wow! I too agree that some aspiring author should explore the courtship of Elizabeth & Darcy ... but so fervently? What is to be left for their wedding night, if this were the case?

Quite. Flights of fantasy fuelled with personal imaginings are all very well, but historically rather inaccurate. Either do what Helen Fielding's done and reinvent a modern Darcy, or bite your lips and be true to the period. Period.:-)

(Nat) I too agree that some aspiring author should explore the courtship of Elizabeth & Darcy ... but so fervently? What is to be left for their wedding night, if this were the case? Oh, I think it can be done fervently (good choice, Nat) without taking them over the line. Of course, it depends on where that line is drawn.;-) Ann2 has done some very nice scenes in this vein. I think the envelope can be pushed just a bit further (after all, this is Drool) and still remain within the realm of propriety.

Why is it so inconceiveable that even with all their propriety and attention to what is "correct" behavior, that on a walk the day before they are married, less then 24 hours before they are married that they couldn't get overwhelmed and cross the line? I don't think it would be an intentional act, but an accident. They have been "playing with fire." The guilt and the belief that eveyone could "tell" might be funny. Let them go for a walk before the last supper before they get married the next mornin . Then they have to eat dinner with the Bennetts and act as if nothing happened. Would it be so wrong? So evil???

]Let them go for a walk before the last supper before they get married the next morning. Then they have to eat dinner with the Bennetts and act as if nothing happened. Would it be so wrong? So evil??? I see nothing wrong with this? You're right Susan...this could be pretty darn funny! I've seen worse at some wedding rehearsal dinners! :-D

Another good part about it would be that they both would want to go back to the woods instead of eat dinner, but would sooner die of shame before they would admit it to each other. I think there is a lot that could be done with it. Lou Can you write me a story? Please? beg...grovel...plead....

Mr Darcy acting like a besotted teenager? For one thing, he, a responsible, experienced, self-possessed gentleman, would not deprive his bride - and himself, for that matter - of the thrill and romance of the traditional first night... Boring? Maybe - but in keeping with the character!

I knew Arami would jump all over this. I am not talking about a planned seduction. That WOULD be out of character. I do not believe EVERY single bride in Regency England was a virgin. That was the goal. I also don't think, from reading other regency romances, (which I know are certainly not expected to be canon either) that accidental or unplanned passion the night before the wedding would be totally uncharacteristic. I DO think bragging about it, telling anyone about it, or not being a little asham d of it WOULD be out of character. They knew it was unacceptable behavior, unlike now, with people living together and flaunting it. Being engaged at this time was the same as married as far as legal stuff. Once the marriage settlement was signed, people didn't back out. It is not as if he would dump her after he "got" her. We're not talking wanton sex. Just a kiss and hug that got away from them. That happens to the best of people. Good character and breeding also show when one knows when to blush and feel a touch of shame. Forgive me Arami?

I agree with the statement- that people don't really change all that much. What we read about the supposed moral of the time is simply what was recorded because of what was reported. There were no Masters & Johnson back then "attempting" scientific studies to set the record straight. Those not interested, didn't because they did have to and those who had a real passion and love experienced the same temptations and desires we all have had (hopefully still have) today- the struggle that is different is the social acceptance/pressure/ expectation. Everyon depicts them as having a very honest love- I just believe they were not as chaste as a few kisses... how many of you out there could resist that man standing in front of you????? Besides, there is so much love and passion in the slow discovery of another... one step at a time. ...I admit I am reflecting on old memories;) Just my thoughts Bobby

all I have to say is that fanfic is not called 'fanfic' for nothing.... people have every right to express their creativity, whether or not it's keeping in character, taking creative liscence, whatever.... and I very much doubt that there will be complaints once the story has been posted... It's a guilty pleasure I'm sure we all like to indulge in every once in a while!

(Susan)I knew Arami would jump all over this... LOL!!! Forgive me Arami? As if you cared!!! ;-) Or anyone, for that matter!!! Well, all right - I agree that all is fair in love, war, and fiction... But personally I am not able to accept that Darcy would put his beloved and himself in that position - and particularly not if they both knew that they were to get married soon enough. In those times, the period of engagement and courtship (in that order!) was very short - weeks, up to a few months at most - which served to avoid prolonged mounting tension. It was much more thrilling for both the lovers to enter the bedchamber for the first time without a prior carnal knowledge of each other... And the question of virginity didn't even come into it! Attitudes towards virginity of brides were quite relaxed in the 18th and early 19th centuries. (Too often is that period confused with the prudery and moral strictness of Victorianism.) At least one marriage and sex advice book from around that time (yes, they did have them! and freely displayed in libraries) recommends that a woman should NOT be a virgin on her wedding night!!! as it might prove an embarrassing and messy obstacle for the husband... No, I am not talking about the pure mechanics of sex and mutual attraction. I am talking about the strength of characters and the simple fact that attitudes to controlling one's biological urges were viewed somewhat differently in that era. People, and especially men, vere very libidinous. It is therefore my view that Darcy's self-control in anticipation of the wedding night would also be a way of expressing his love and respect.

Good to see you posting, Winter. It's been a long time. We've missed you and Jana.

ACK! The great 'Darcy acting as a besotted teenager' debate is in full swing! (Great line Arami!) *giggle* I think everyone is making good sense here, on many points. I had more of something else in mind. I really would not expect Darcy to 'overstep the bounds of propriety' on the night before his wedding. He's much too much of a stuffed shirt for that! But, since women were relatively unencumbered with such thoughts and deeds before they married (or so most men thought back then) and since Elizabeth is such a 'playful' woman...wouldn't it be fun to find out just how far she could pursuade Darcy? and hersel for that matter? Without spoiling any wedding night memories that is? After all, we know how Darcy pines for Elizabeth...and almost loses his composure in her company! I should like to write a story for you Susan...no groveling necessary at all ;-), but thanks for the confidence!

Evelyn: Good to see you posting, Winter. It's been a long time. why, thank you evelyn! Nice to be here... I lurk more often than post, since this damn computer is so slow in loading all the messages, and reloading them after I log in is sometimes not worth the hassle. BTW.. there's a cute scene in the published P&P fanfic, "The Diary of Henry Fitzwilliam Darcy"...Darcy's refers to himself as being "besotted" with Lizzy. I highly recommend reading it.

Whoa ~ what have I started here?! Sorry if I trod on any toes, that wasn't my intention. When I said fervently, I was alluding to 'all the way' ... anything short of that would be perfect, as Ann2 does so extraordinarily well! (I agree with you there, Heide!) I'm sure we have all wished at some point for the ultimate play of passion between E&D prior to the marriage, but don't you think it would destroy something of your impression of the two?! It's like, for instance, say they bought out a new version of P&P2 with a wedding night scene ... you'd be thinking 'Woo-hoo!', but of course you'd then be disappointed because it would destroy your own illusion of the wedding night. The absence of one allows you to dream (and yearn) for such a scene to exist ... In much the same way, if I had known that E&D had 'done the deed' prior to the wedding night, it would eliminate some of the romance from their relationship, even though it is something I've often thought about. Everyone loves the thought of unbridled passion, do they not?! And in reality, they are only human, but I seem to have this strange tendency to put E&D on a pedestal (a passionate couple, yes, but a virtuous couple ...) I just have this romantic notion of wedding nights being the irst time, at least in reference to the period of the text. I wouldn't be expecting the same sort of restraint from a 1990s version of the two, like in Bridget Jone's Diary (thanks, Arami!) However, having said all the above, I would still welcome such a fanfic, and you are right, Winter, that is what the board is for ... a little dreaming, a lot of passion! That's my two cents for today :) No doubt it will cause another 'heated' debate, but I'd be content if someone would write a scene instead! That's really what I'm trying to arouse! Someone posting 'A Romp at Oakham Mount' (that name just oozes sexual innuendo!), or 'A Little Lovin' at Longbourn', in indignance to my response! Go ahead, my friends, I dare thee!:) Then we could all debate that instead!

How about this--Ann2's story is wonderful. Darcy and Lizzy still playing with fire, the long, slow walk back from Netherfield, where are Charles and Jane? Lizzy walked alone we know, so while Lizzy was gone Jane and Charles decided to look for her. Lizzy was gone a lot longer than expected. While they don't find Lizzy and Darcy, they start a little fire of their own. WHAT IF: After dinner that night, Jane comes to Lizzy's room with a confession: Lizzy, you won't believe what happened. We didn't me n for it to, but it did. Lizzy, it was wonderful. Don't believe what Mama says about "marital duties." But she's shy and embarrassed as well. Now: Charles tells Darcy, too. Lizzy and Darcy go for a walk the next day, THE DAY BEFORE THEIR WEDDING. They don't know the other knows. Do they discuss it? What do they think? Does Ann2 write at the Spring? I haven't had time to go back through all the stories to look for her. I just wondered if she would write an "after the wedding" for here. I can hardly get into Spring, much less figure out how to use the "search' function.

Felicia "Please don't misunderstand," he replied, his eyes filled with promise, "we will finish this." You are planning to, aren't you? ;-D

(Nat) Whoa ~ what have I started here?! Sorry if I trod on any toes, that wasn't my intention. Oh, you haven't trodden on any toes, dear--we're just a vocal group ;-) Don't worry about it. (Susan) Does Ann2 write at the Spring? You can find Ann2's wonderful stories over at the Bits of Ivory Author's List at the Republic of Pemberley. All of her stories are terrific, but I think I like Heartfelt Delight the best...so sensual. Though her most recent, Perfectly Amiable is heating up as well :-)~~~

Okay ladies. You have inspired me. I hope it suits. The day had been interminable. Tomorrow they would wed and yet today had seemed an eternity. Fitzwilliam Darcy had spent the morning with his valet, making sure his wedding clothes were in order and his trunks packed for the wedding trip to London and the return to Pemberley with his bride. His bride, meanwhile, was engaged in similar tasks: checking her gown, packing her trunk, and thinking nervously of the immense journey ahead of her. She longed to see her betrothed and yet, at this last moment, was nervous. Darcy and Bingley arrived in the mid-afternoon, early for the evening meal to which they had been invited. Mrs. Bennet had no intention of letting the gentlemen interfere with her complicated plans for the supper and the next day�s wedding and, near hysteria, shooed her two eldest daughters out with instructions to keep their fianc�s out of the house. Jane and Elizabeth were only too happy to oblige. Dressed for a walk, the Bennet sisters joined Darcy and Bingley and started out toward their accustomed destination. As usual, they began as a quartet and, as usual, soon became two duets. Jane and Bingley lagged behind, chatting and giggling as Darcy and Elizabeth strode forward, their natural energy enhanced by a good deal of apprehension. In the past few weeks, Elizabeth�s initial shyness had evaporated as she learned the gentleness and kindness of the man she was to marry. She had begun to relax in his company and had been charmed by his grave courtesy and the hint of restrained passion that smouldered right behind his eyes. The first time Darcy kissed her, Elizabeth had understood what it was he was feeling and an answering flame and leapt to life within her. As their courtship progressed, she had often desired to feel his lips against hers and had, sometimes, been exceedingly importunate in her campaign to have the kiss repeated. She enjoyed the heat ignited by his kiss and longed to understand what would follow. But she knew he would care for her. He would not overstep the bounds of propriety and he would protect her. She felt safe with him. Today, as they walked toward Oakham Mount, both were acutely aware of what the next day would bring. Darcy felt the desire he had held in check mounting perilously. His arms ached to enfold Elizabeth and he dared not even look at her. Elizabeth�s cheeks were flushed, as much from her thoughts as from the exercise. Suddenly, she was nervous about being so close to her bridegroom. What would tomorrow be like? Jane�s voice rang out behind them, causing them stop and turn. �Lizzy, Mr. Darcy. We are going to turn off here. I promised Mama that I would fetch some ribbon in Meryton.� Elizabeth hesitated a moment before answering. �Very well, Jane. We will meet you here in an hour.� She turned and, for the first time since leaving Longbourn, her eyes met Darcy�s. He held her gaze for a long moment, looking intently into her clear, hazel eyes. She could not look away. Her breathing quickened and the colour flared in her cheeks. Without moving his gaze, Darcy took her hand and tucked it securely in the crook of his arm. She moved close to him and they continued their silent walk. As their walk continued, they seem to move closer to each other until, by necessity, Darcy�s arm slid around Elizabeth�s waist. She did not draw away, but leaned a little into his loose embrace and enjoyed the sensation of contact with his lean frame. The sun had gone behind a cloud and the air had cooled. They entered a thickly forested part of the walk and it seemed cooler still. Elizabeth shivered, and Darcy moved his arm up around her shoulder. She stopped walking and he quickly removed his arm. She turned to face him and shook her head. �Please do not take it away.� Darcy looked puzzled for a moment and then, as Elizabeth laid her hands against his chest, understood. His hands came up to caress her shoulders and he looked deeply into her eyes. She returned a steadfast gaze that made his heart race. �Elizabeth.� Her name was a whisper and then he leaned down and kissed her, so gently that it felt like a continuation of that whisper. She murmured his name and slipped her arms around him. Darcy�s only choice was to draw her closer. His arms came around her and folded her to him. She leaned into his embrace with a grateful sigh and clung tightly to him. She tilted her head back and looked at him with a look that, at once, bespoke desire and hesitation. Darcy lowered his head and kissed her once again. Her lips were so sweet and her body so soft against him, that he did not end the kiss as he usually did, chastely and with regret. No, the thought echoed through his mind: tomorrow, she would be his wife. Instead, his arms tightened around her and he prolonged the kiss, parting his lips and teasing hers with his tongue until she opened her mouth beneath his. Darcy held her against him and kissed her until her senses were on fire. Elizabeth sighed softly against his mouth and pressed herself closer to him. His hands stroked her back and one came up to caress her cheek. He ran the backs of his fingers along her neck and gently traced her ear with one finger. Elizabeth was dizzy with desire. Darcy had never kissed her like this and it was, she realized, what she had been longing for without knowing it. She moved subtly against him and, without thinking, his hand slid to her breast. Elizabeth moaned quietly as a thrill rushed through her body. Gently, Darcy stroked her breast and felt her nipple harden under his hand. He groaned inarticulately and pulled her closer, plumbing her warm mouth with his tongue. Somewhere in the distance a twigged snapped. Startled, Darcy reluctantly raised his head and looked for the source of the sound. Seeing nothing, he looked back at his bride-to-be, standing close to him with an expression of dazed happiness on her face, her pliant lips parted and inviting. He longed to continue the kiss and knew that it would have to wait. Darcy stroked Elizabeth�s cheek and smiled ruefully into her eyes. Elizabeth blushed, but did not take her eyes from his. �Oh! Mr. Darcy. Fitzwilliam�� Her voice was low and breathless. �Is it� I did not�� She stopped in confusion. He placed one finger against her lips and then tenderly, replaced it with his lips. He kissed her briefly and gently. �Tomorrow, my dearest, will be soon enough.�

Ooh, we have another writer here. Veronica, excellent! Very inspirational and satisfying to all, I'm sure. I love your images but especially - Startled, Darcy reluctantly raised his head and looked for the source of the sound. Seeing nothing, he looked back at his bride-to-be, standing close to him with an expression of dazed happiness on her face.. Sound? What sound? And then...�Oh! Mr. Darcy. Fitzwilliam�� Oh, bother, what is your name? Thanks, Veronica.

(Veronica) Elizabeth was dizzy with desire Dizzy Lizzy, eh?! I'm sorry, but this immediately came to mind as I read that line. LOL! Really wonderful stuff, Veronica ... I'm mightily impressed! That's the kind of thing I was alluding to ... I'm so glad you took on the challenge, as it profited well! (Nan) I think Heartfelt Delight is the best ... so sensual. Though her most recent, Perfectly Amiable, is heating up as well ... Couldn't agree more ... if only you could see the chest of drawers next to my bed ... it's absolutely chockers with printed out copies of her stories! I believe it is the epitome of obsession ... I frequently read the latest chapters of PA before I go to sleep at night ... they're too precious not to! I'd have to say that, overall, my favourite paragraph comes from (I think the story is) 'Properly Humbled', in which Darcy can not return to Pemberley because of the painful memories it would incite. He's contemplating the fact that he will never have the chance to show her around the grounds, play the piano for him, sit beside him at the table, share his bed, give birth to his children ... Wow..., that bit always gets me! :) To be thought of completing someone so entirely ... Ann2 has a rare gift when it comes to exploring the mysterious realms of the mind of Darcy, or at least the Darcy I'd love to be acquainted with! I have mentioned countless times on the BoI response page that she should post at Spring, but I'd have to admit that she really has no need to. Her stories are so exquisitely sensual, as you say, without anything needing to be expressed explicitly. Magician!

Darcy held her against him and kissed her until her senses were on fire. Elizabeth was dizzy with desire. Darcy had never kissed her like this and it was, she realized, what she had been longing for without knowing it. Ooh! Makes me all tingly just thinking about it. Great job, Veronica. Hope you contribute more of same and often! ;-)

Ohhhh, Veronica

Ooohhh, Ver-on-i-ca! I am aflutter! :) �Elizabeth.� Her name was a whisper and then he leaned down and kissed her, so gently that it felt like a continuation of that whisper. *sigh* Lovely! Somewhere in the distance a twigged snapped. Startled, Darcy reluctantly raised his head and looked for the source of the sound. Wow! Why do I get a picture in my mind of a Stag standing in the forest with his Doe? It's Bambi parallelisms from when I was a kid, huh? ;-) But a great image, nonetheless. What a fine story. Perhaps you will write more, soon?

(Nat) Ann2 has a rare gift when it comes to exploring the mysterious realms of the mind of Darcy, or at least the Darcy I'd love to be acquainted with! Aaah, you've hit it! Her Darcy is just what I imagine him to be--passionate, but level-headed, affectionate but respectful, playful but dignified. *sigh* I have mentioned countless times on the BoI response page that she should post at Spring, but I'd have to admit that she really has no need to. Of course I'd love to see Ann2 post at Spring, if she so chooses, but I understand her feelings about Pemberley and BoI. If I had her abilities, I would want to post my stories at BoI--a place where I know everyone and feel comfortable. Whatever she wants to do is okay with me :-) (Nat) Her stories are so exquisitely sensual, as you say, without anything needing to be expressed explicitly. Magician! Is she not terrific? I had the great pleasure of meeting Ann2 at the Cape this year and found her altogether delightful. Great sense of humor, humility and a glint of mischief :-)

(Nan) If I had her abilities, I would want to post my stories at BoI--a place where I know everyone and feel comfortable. Couldn't agree more ... I really appreciate the atmosphere at the Republic, even with the current 'friction' due to the introduction of ModJane, etc ... It doesn't bother me too much, but I can understand the reasons for the to do ... I suppose some authors don't like their stories to be taken out of the context they know and love, into an 'alien' environment ... I know when I first posted, I so feared ridicule and rejection (although I have been a 'silent' member at RoP for over a year and a half) ... but I was so relieved and heartened to see that everyone's contribution is appreciated and acknowledged (yes, even little old me and my palty contributions!) I am admittedly hooked to it now, and am annoyed when I can't check the storyboard everyday! (Nan) Is she not terrific? I had the great pleasure of meeting Ann2 at the Cape this year and found her altogether delightful. Great sense of humor, humility and a glint of mischief :-) Lucky you! Unfortunately, being in Australia makes it quite difficult for me to make such trips, although I do hope to meet up with some of the European based members at the end of the year! The non-Austen-loving friend I am going with will not be too pleased, but I am determined to meet some of them! As for Ann2, she was one of the first I read, and remains my favourite. I esteem her writing so highly, that I can not imagine what it would be like to meet her. This must seem terribly ridiculous, but to me she has cult status! You can not begin to imagine my delight when I received commendation from her on my first story! To think that she had found my writing even a little amusing! I've got that post printed out somewhere also ... sigh ... what a fool! As for meetings, you Americans are so lucky as to live near so many other RoP and Drool members ... I think there is only one girl in my state at RoP, and her visits appear to be very rare! All the other Aussies who post live about 4000 kms away, so I'm doomed to fly solo! P.S. All hail the irreverent Queen Ann2!

Hi Nat, I'm pretty sure I'm the one other girl. My visits are not so very rare, I swear I lurk virtually every day, I just haven't had the inspiration (or more importantly, courage) to write anything. I am selfishly content to sit back and read all the wonderfully brilliant contributions from the other writers, including your work, (which I enjoyed thoroughly, esp. cos I knew all the references). I'm also envious of all the American members and their meetings! Anyway, I have said this here once before but I just want to say again, Thanks so much to all the writers for all the great stuff you write, here and at Pemberley and DWG. Please keep it up :) I love what you do.

Hi everybody,....like Jennie, I'm just a lurker and always will be....have no writing talent. . All hail the irreverent Queen Ann2! Pl. tell me where in RoP does Ann reside (post). Must go there at once. BoI--a place where I know everyone and feel comfortable. Where is this Bol.....place??

Evelyn Bits of Ivory is at http://www.pemberley.com/bin/webbbs/fanfic.cgi Under the title, you will see a pick for the "Archive," where you can look up Ann2's current and past stories by "Author Listing."

Something I cut out of a story that was posted at RoP, for obvious reasons ;-) Darcy quietly opened the door and stepped into their rooms. There was a roaring fire in the fireplace and a delightful sitting area by it. The room itself was not elegant, but romantically rustic. Darcy smiled when he spied the champagne that his cousin had procured through the underground, and two glasses sitting on a table. He glanced around the room, but his wife was no where to be seen. Darcy assumed she was still in her dressing area, so he proceeded to open the champagne. Elizabeth was indeed still in her dressing room, staring at herself in the looking glass. Fixing her hair this way, then that way, letting it fall on her shoulders while making faces at herself. "What a ridiculous creature I am!" she whispered to herself. She wanted to look flawless for him. She had on the nightgown that her aunt had given her, and she was pleased with how she looked in it. Now if only her husband would be pleased. She reached for the door latch to the main bedchamber, then faltered and quickly took another look at herself in the glass. She heard the cork on the champagne pop and she jumped in the air and grabbed her chest in shock. She took a deep breath and tried to bring herself back to the composure she had possessed during the wedding ceremony. "What must he think of me?" she muttered to herself. "He is waiting, and here I am still in my dressing room. You are just a little nervous, is all," she told her reflection. Elizabeth had always thought with her heart, she could not understand why now would be any different. Darcy removed his watch fob and placed it on a dresser, underneath the looking glass. He removed his coat, and waistcoat and threw them across a chair, then stared at himself in the glass. He had the same strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, the one he always had whenever he saw Elizabeth for the first time after a separation. He tried to clear the jumble that was in his head. He was not thinking anything in particular, visions simply flew in and out of his mind. He had always been a man who wa sensible in his thoughts. He had been taught to analyze a situation, then take the appropriate action. He realized that this philosophy was not befitting the moment. He was not sure what to remove next, so he procrastinated and stood there looking at his reflection. An image behind him caught his eye, and he stared at her reflection in the glass. She was standing still, staring at him and then he thought he saw her shiver. "Fitzwilliam?" she whispered timidly. Darcy took that as his cue to turn around and face her. He tried to think of something to say, but each time he began to speak, his mind told him it was not the right thing. He simply stood looking at her and his hands went numb from nervousness. She gazed back at him for some time, then she cast her glance away, unable to match his concentration any longer. Darcy realized that perhaps his own nervousness was matched by that of his new wife�s. "Would you care for a glass of champagne?" "Yes," she said with a tense smile. His hand shook a little as he poured two glasses, then picked them up and walked towards her, handing her one. She took a small sip, while nervously keeping her eyes on her husband, then placed the glass on a table. Darcy felt more awkward than he had ever felt in his life. He realized he must say something, for he did not want Elizabeth to think that his silence was any negative reflection on her. "You are more beautiful than I have ever been able to imagine. I have never seen you look�" his voice trailed off and he sighed lowering his eyes. He put his glass down on the table without touching its contents. Elizabeth took pity on his discomfiture. She smiled when she recognized the naivet� he possessed in matters of his heart. It was one of the things she loved about him, once she had learned to understand it. She took in a deep breath and found some calm and clarity to the moment. She reached up and lightly touched his cheek, letting her hand caress his face down to his chin. She moved closer to him and intoxicated all his senses.

Darcy reached his hand out and cradled the side of Elizabeth�s face in his palm, and she allowed herself to fall completely into his touch. Before he was conscious of his actions, he bent down and placed a tentative and gentle kiss on her lips. As he pulled back, his eyes fluttered open to see her beautiful face, her eyes still closed in anticipation of more. Resolution took over his senses, and he desired everything he had witnessed in his dreams of her. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands cares ing her back through the soft thin material of her nightgown. She willingly reached her arms around his neck and he could feel her pulling him towards her. "Kiss me again," she commanded under her breath. Darcy�s heart pounded with his desire for her, and with eagerness his hands moved to the sides of her face, as he kissed her as he had never done before. Elizabeth was entirely consumed by his fire, and she wanted his kisses more than she had wanted anything else in her entire life. After some time she tenderly pulled back from their impassioned embrace and opened her eyes. She took him completely by surprise and he opened his eyes in alarm, hoping he had not offended or hurt her. "Elizabeth," he breathed. "Have I�are you alright, my love?" She smiled and silently nodded her head. Her hand reached up again to stroke his face, and he realized that the coarse growth of his beard had scraped against her soft, tender skin, reddening it. He gently touched her chin and bent down to place a soft kiss on it. He moaned a little, "Forgive my eagerness�but I cannot help wanting you, for I have desired you for so long." "Fitzwilliam�" she gasped. "�I want to be your wife, your lover--to know what love�s joy is. I want to give you everything, my husband--if you will show me." Darcy had not given much thought to Elizabeth�s innocence before then, he had always looked on her as a spirit to match his own. His heart melted thinking of her selflessness to want to please him. With the pulsing of each moment he loved her and ached for her more. "We shall show each other, my lovely wife, for I know not what it is to act as a husband should. Until now, I have only known the desires of a man, who longed for his woman from a distance." Elizabeth�s hands reached up for his cravat, and his hands caressed hers as she anxiously worked on the knot. He assisted her with it and having untied it, he pulled it off and let it drop to the floor. Her stare was transfixed on his face as she undid the buttons of his shirt. She slipped her hand under it and ran her palm over the skin of his chest, eliciting a shiver and moan from his person. Almost at the very moment she undid the last button, Darcy discarded the shirt and bent again to gently kiss the nape of her neck. His fingers moved to the material of her nightgown and he slipped his hand underneath the sleeve and pushed it from her shoulder. He did the same with the other sleeve and the gown slipped to around the spread of her hips. He glanced at her revealed body and with the allure of a bee to the petals of a flower, his hand moved to caress her softness. She exhibited every sign f enjoyment at the deed and he ventured further, placing kisses under her chin and slowly moving down to the hollow between her breasts. A soft moan escaped her lips and her hands moved through his dark hair, urging him to continue. He gently pulled away and moved back to gaze into her eyes. He smiled his approval of her acceptance and he grasped her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm of it as he whispered. "You are so beautiful, your skin is so soft, so fair and perfect, the scent of it so sweet and ever tempting." She pulled her hand away and moved them to her hips and pushed the remnant of the nightgown to the floor. Her countenance was determined, and she had no desire to stop this diversion of which they were engaged. She had felt undeniable desire as their bodies pressed together. She moved the softness of her hand to the front of him and worked on the buttons which had not yet been undone. This time he assisted her intently and when each button had succumbed, he pushed the remnants of his clothes to the fl or. Neither of them had the courage to remove their eyes from the lock of the other�s. He finally reached out and pulled her body over to his. Darcy had taken all of this play that he could possibly endure. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted Elizabeth onto the bed, moving himself over her body as she again caressed his face.

By now Elizabeth was breathing rapidly and she voluntarily moved herself so he could come closer. A moment of fear overcame her as she tried to imagine what was to come. Darcy sensed her inhibition and he whispered words of compassion to her. "Do not be afraid, Elizabeth. I love you so." Her fears slipped away as he spoke and she closed her eyes awaiting the first singe of pain and pleasure, that she had been told to expect. He could wait no longer and reached down to guide himself to her. He pushed a little, then waited as he felt her body tense. When she again relaxed, he moved forward until he felt resistance. He again waited, this time caressing her face with his hand. She smiled and raised herself towards him, and he moved his mouth over hers in a kiss and gave a commanding push Her mouth left his and she gasped as she gave herself to him. When he was convinced that he had caused her little anguish he began to move himself slowly, until he built up to a steady pulse. The pleasure he felt from her body was indescribable, and he continued his movements, not wanting to stop. Elizabeth too was completely enraptured by the sensations and emotions taking possession of her mind and body by the act of love. She was no longer afraid, but wanted more and more of his sensual attentions. She felt as if their souls had stirred and at that moment her body unsettled, leaving her panting for breath. She cried out as her body heaved and every sentiment that she had felt for the last year, good and bad, rose to the surface and poured out of her mind. Darcy was far too entranced in his passions to notice her outpouring. He let out a shudder and moan of blissful finality, and let his body rest atop Elizabeth�s, with the support of an arm. He felt as if he could laugh and weep at the same instance, until he realized that Elizabeth�s body was gently shaking beneath him. He abruptly opened his eyes to see tears streaming down his wife�s cheeks. "Elizabeth?" he questioned, with genuine fear. She shook even harder, however through her tears her face illuminated in joy. "My love, you have not caused me discomfort. I had no will but to pour out my feelings, as you have shown me how remarkable our love is." "I do love you, Elizabeth," he smiled down at her. "I love and cherish you, with every aspect of my being." He moved himself to her side and pulled her close, caressing her unrestricted locks and stopping to kiss her in comfort and in love. Thus was their first moments in intimacy, and they spent most of that night discovering the breadth of their love and desires for each other. Darcy�s soul again inflamed and Elizabeth needed him as much as he did her. This time however, Elizabeth was not as reticent and she willingly gave herself to him, and celebrated in the pleasures he gave to her in return. The lovers finally drifted to sleep, their minds devoid of any of the strife they had known in their connection before their union, and their odies entwined comfortably in jubilant familiarity.

I'm breathless.Thank you . Glad you decided to post that section for us.

(Evelyn) Good to see you posting, Winter. It's been a long time. We've missed you and Jana. Thanks, for missing me Evelyn :-). I'm here once or twice a week lurking, but just havn't found time to post. I will try and do better because I miss all of you too! Winter, it was nice to see you! Lou and Veronica, goodness what a treat. Two fabulous stories waiting for me. I loved them both. Heart is definitely beating faster! I am also a closet fan of Ann2 at ROP, although I've never de-lurked there. Nat, I'm like you. I have copies of all her stuff that I read over and over!

The promised wedding night scene.....I hope you enjoy it! Elizabeth sat at the vanity in her dressing room and watched as her maid, Betty, gently pulled the pins from her mistress' hair. Elizabeth's glorious locks tumbled down her back as Betty reached for a brush to softly tame them. As the brush easily slid through her hair, the newest Mrs. Darcy thought back to the wedding dinner she and her husband shared with the Bingleys. It had been a quiet affair, neither couple doing more than push the elegant food around their plates. Elizabeth had wondered if her face would ever return to its normal shade. Every time her eyes met Darcy's--which was quite often indeed--the look he gave her forced her eyes down and her color up. She and Jane had retired to their rooms while the gentlemen remained downstairs to enjoy their after dinner port. Unbeknownst to the women, though, neither man took much pleasure in their normal activities. Each was consumed with his own thoughts regarding the night ahead. Only when Elizabeth's hair glistened like a silken waterfall did Betty put aside the brush. "Do you wish to change, Mrs. Darcy?" Elizabeth was startled from her reverie by the sound of her new name. �Mrs. Darcy,' she thought. �I shall never tire of hearing that.' Aloud, she replied, "No, Betty, I believe I shall stay in my wedding gown. It feels too wonderful--almost as if a dream. And I am afraid that if I take it off, I will awaken." Betty curtseyed and left the boudoir. Elizabeth rose and followed her maid to the bedroom which she would share with her husband. As the maid arranged her lady's dresses, Elizabeth glanced around, savoring the moment. Her eyes spied a gaily wrapped box on a corner table. "Betty, what is this?" she asked as she gingerly lifted the heavy, but beautifully carved wooden vessel. "Oh, �tis a gift from Mr. Darcy, ma'am." She curtseyed again and left the room. Elizabeth eagerly untied the ribbon and lifted the lid of the box. The soft strains of Beethoven's Adagio sontenuto floated through the room. She closed her eyes as the delicate notes stirred her. Warm hands encircled her arms above the elbow just as an equally warm mouth kissed her bare collar bone. Elizabeth stirred from the bolt of pleasure that sizzled through her. "Do you like it?" Darcy softly murmured into her hair. She smiled at the double entendre as she breathed, "Yes, my love, I do like it." He closed the lid and took the music box from her hands. After setting it back on the table, he reopened the lid. As the haunting melody began again, he pulled his wife into his arms and whispered, "Dance with me." "But, we cannot--" she began to protest. He silenced her denial with his elegant lips. Darcy took her hand and pulled her into a lazy two step. She rested her cheek against his, her joy at simply being held by this man astonished her. Her surprise grew when she heard him hoarsely mutter, "Closer." She complied by drifting a scant few inches nearer. Darcy, however, was not satisfied and crushed her to him. They continued to sway, their feet moving on their own accord. His mouth trailed a fiery path along the column of her neck. The hand at her back slowly rose until it tangled with her soft curls. He gently pulled her head back. She looked up at him through partly-shuttered eyes. His mouth descended to taste the sweetness of her lips. She opened to him at the gentlest prodding and he began to plunder her. A bolt of lightning jolted through her as his tongue met and caressed hers. All pretense of dancing faded as she buried her hands in his thick, dark hair and pressed his head closer. Her tongue fought a wild battle with his. Neither noticed that Beethoven's seductive melody had ended. Her hands drifted under his jacket, wanting, needing to touch him. She pushed at the heavy material which limited her access to his broad chest. He broke the contact with her lips and quickly shrugged off the cumbersome coat. He slipped behind her and brushed her hair off her neck. She moaned her disappointment at his mouth's defection, but her displeasure vanished as his hands moved to caress her breasts, inflaming her with sweet torture. Elizabeth leaned into his strength as his hands deftly roved over her body leaving aching need in their wake. She tried to turn back to him, but he forced her to remain. Darcy dropped butterfly kisses across her shoulders as his fingers reached the buttons at the back of her gown. He kissed each patch of rosy skin as it was revealed by the opening of every button. She swayed forward slightly, eyes closed, body rapt with attention to the passionate regard of Darcy's lips. When all the buttons had been opened, he slowly returned up the same path. This time, his lips were joined by his tongue. Cool air caught the damp trail he left and Elizabeth's eyes widened with sho k. He turned her in his arms and, his voice roughened by passion, urged, "Touch me. Please, my love, touch me." She needed no further invitation. She lightly laid her hands on his chest as she leaned into him. Darcy's scent filled her nose as her lips softly teased his corded neck. He had already removed his cravat and so she nuzzled him with eager abandon. Her hands traveled to the buttons of his white shirt. Following his lead, she slowly unbuttoned each button, prolonging the tantalizing feeling. When nothing, but the wide expanse of his chest remained before her eyes, her hands wandered over his glisteni g skin. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the warm combination of skin and hair. Blood rushed through Darcy's ears at the tiny sound and he shucked his wife's wedding dress off to fully reveal her milky white curves. "Beautiful," he breathed. Her eyes met his and the hunger she found there took her breath. It was returned to her in a sudden gasp as he took first one well-formed peak and then the other into his hot, waiting mouth. Her knees buckled as warmth pooled in her lower body. He fiercely clasped her to him, arching her back. Every coherent thought escaped her as Darcy greedily suckled. She only knew she wanted--needed--to be closer to him. Elizabeth grasped his shoulders and pulled him away from his feasting. The confused look on his face vanished as she melded her mouth and body to his. The coarse hair on his chest teased her nipples. She gloried in the corresponding thrill that shot through her. Their kiss was animal; lips, teeth, and tongues joined the fray. He stripped her remaining undergarments away and scooped her up to carry her to their bed. She gazed languidly as he ripped off his breeches and tossed his shirt to the floor. Her eyes roamed over his body. He stood unabashedly returning her gaze look for look. She blushed a furious red as her eyes found that part of him which throbbed with need. A twinge of fear skirted through her. Her face must have shown her qualms, for Darcy soon joined her on the bed, took her in his arms, and soothed, "I wo 't hurt you. I would rather die than cause you pain." His lips met hers again and his hand brushed along her side, stopping now and then to explore little dips and curves. She twined her legs with his, loving the feel of finally being skin to skin with the man she loved more than life. His fingers reached their destination and found her dewy with need. He slid finger and tongue into each welcoming opening at once. He plied her with both until she wrenched her mouth from his crying, "Darcy, oh God!" Her hands gripped his back, pulling him closer. Just s the tension and feelings became unbearable, Elizabeth shattered into a million pieces and was then launched into the sky. She was soaring. While her body trembled with release, Darcy sheathed himself to the hilt, her last pulses clinching him in a warm, wet glove. Elizabeth felt a slight pop, but promptly forgot it when her husband shifted inside her. �This is what I've been yearning for,' she thought, her eyes widening in awe. She had not realized she had voiced her discovery until Darcy replied, "It only gets better, my Elizabeth." His eyes glittered with possession as his mouth descended to hers. His gentle thrusts soon intensified and she spiraled to the sky once more. This time, however, he joined her flight. A long time later, she lay cradled in his arms, her body drifting. Her hunger for him temporarily sated. "Mmm," she murmured against his chest. His fingers lightly caressed her back and shoulder. His contented smile deepened. "I shall never again be able to dance with you in public, Fitzwilliam." He chuckled, his voice deep with amusement. "And privately?" Her eyes glinted with suppressed laughter, "I do believe I shall host a private ball for you every night, dear sir." He pulled her atop him and slid easily into her. "Well, then, Mrs. Darcy. May I have this dance?" She leaned toward him, her breasts pillowing on his chest, and affirmed her agreement with a kiss.

Oh my! Two wedding night stories at once! This board is surely getting a workout, not to mention the Darcys' bed. Lizzy surely is no shrinking violet. Then again, who wouldn't be inspired. Thanks so much, Lou and Felicia, for keeping the fires going. There is plenty of room here for everyone's stories.

'This is what I've been yearning for,' she thought, her eyes widening in awe. She had not realized she had voiced her discovery until Darcy replied, "It only gets better, my Elizabeth." Wow!! I can certainly believe it. That was not only hot, hot, hot, Felicia, and it had a lovely balance with the tender and loving side of Darcy that keeps us here. Thank you for completing your story.

(Lou) BTW, Nan (Regency humping?) LOL...and boy did I need a good laugh. :-D Hee hee...I thought you'd like that ;-) I'm glad you have seemed to change your mind about removing the stories, honey. If you and Marcia would like, I can remove the other posts.

Ladies, ladies - please, let us stop the insanity!! I have been away for a bit also and was so pleased to find all the delicious, and well written stories. I actually had difficulty accessing them until today. Lou, I am so sorry for the distress you have suffered - your story was wonderful - and as Nan said how many ways can one describe "Regency humping?" (loved that description). I do hope you will not leave us, nor any of the other wonderful writers. I was wondering Nan, if you might e-mail me the whole story, I would love to read this section in context!! I hope everything can go back to normal and that we get more installments - the ones I read today certainly brightened up my day - and as a birthday approaches - any brightening comes in handy!!

Does this show up??? anna-Karin

OH yes, Nan, Take my indictments off the Board. I do know when one creates from the whole cloth of one's own soul, it is like walking naked in the world to post it for people you do not know to laud or criticise. Lou has been the soul of kindness, and though I do not know Veronica's work as well as I know Lou's, I would like to extend the same to her. Thanks all for tolerating my less-than-cautious comments. This is the one place i have found which understands my obcession for a certain Darcy and his c eator, and I can never get too much of a Good Thing!!! Please continue to create, and I promise return to coutour checking and button collecting =)

Yes, Nan...I would be happy for you to wipe the slate clean :) Moira, if it is the whole story of which the part I posted here is what you would like e-mailed, I would be happy to do it. I had changed the whole of it since I posted the other parts at RoP some time ago. Just e-mail me and let me know if you can use an attachment and in what format (word, wordperfect, text file) you'd like it in. Thanks to all, Lou

Okay, I removed all the posts...so anyone who replied, it's nothing personal ;-) On to happy things...

On to happy things... Oh! I think I could write that one...

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm What posts???? ;-D

Oh delicious!!! Thank you! I needed that! Whew....

Hi I'm new to the boards. Started posting on #98 and have wandered my way down here. Had to mention how impressed I am at everyone's amicable resolution. I've been a fan of Lou's stories for a while at BoI and I'm very relieved to see that she is feeling better about things. Nan, you are very wise to get everyone back in the tub with Darcy. Although I could see it ending up in a water fight...but they are lots of fun, especially in August.

Hi Sofie, Thanks for introducing yourself and for your well wishes. It's good to know you! :) Nan, a great pic to cool us all off...or heat us all up (whatever your preference)! All I can keep thinking is what a lucky camera person to have taken that clip (wish it had been me *grin* )

Hey, what is this snappy thing I keep hearing about?! And how did you manage to get a hold of it, Nan?! You've been posting precious Darcy shots over at Darc Drool, haven't you?! Love the one at Netherfield after Jane's illness, the one with the pursed lips! ROTFLOL! Myretta, you get in there and 'write that one'! Happy thought, indeed! Congrats to our two wedding nighters above ... deep contented breath ... very good stuff ... sigh! Working your Mills & Boon talents overtime for our benefit, I see! Thank you very much!

(Nat) Hey, what is this snappy thing I keep hearing about?! It's a little doohickey that allows you to capture still photos (on your computer) from a video source (VCR or camcorder). It's way too much fun� :-)

(Nan) It's a little doohickey that allows you to capture still photos (on your computer) from a video source (VCR or camcorder). It's way too much fun� :-) I know the Japanese have this little gadget (have had it for years) that looks and works like a regular VCR, but when you freeze on a scene you like, you can make a colour photocopy of it?! My idea of heaven, Nan!

Nat, have you seen Ann2 most recent installment of Perfectly Amiable over at RoP? You must go read it. Lovely, as ever. I can understand why she prefers to post them at Pemberley...the site is as elegant as her stories. If I had the ability to write Regency that well I'd want my work there, too. So, I won't bust her chops about not posting here ;-p And now, back to the drooling... Wouldja just look at the eyes on that man! ;-)~~~

Out, damned italics!

Wouldja just look at the eyes on that man! ;-)~ N' his hands....long thin aristocratic fingers.

holding my keepsake!!! the Teacup, oooohhhh!!! whar memories that stirs. His soft lips touching me . . . .

(Stef) holding my keepsake!!! the Teacup, oooohhhh!!! whar memories that stirs. His soft lips touching me . . . . Aaah! I was hoping you were hanging about :-) Don't you just love the expression on his face in that one?

the eyes on that man! ;-)~~~ Hot dark chocolate pools... Stef) holding my keepsake!!! the Teacup, oooohhhh!!! Wot? Where's mine, then? Where's his Ticker and Dangler, please, Nan? It's *time* for a flash! ;-P

A nice snappy of Him in his Academic Regalia clutching those notebooks in his strong and all encompassing hand... Please, it would be most worthy of posting. Keeptress of his Academic Books, Marcia

Okay, so Marcia wants the books... Sorry, honey...he's moving too quickly to catch a really good one. It's the best I could do. But hte one at the bottom doesn't stink ;-) And Arami wants the ticker and dangler...(a little more successful with this one) Personally, I think the lower right is the best shot of the, er...object in question. But would you look at the upper left? I love the position of his legs...and the dangerous dangler ain't lookin' bad either ;-p Caught it by accident--the Snappy delays a little so I'm never exactly sure what the final product will be.

WHO is that man?

WHO is that man? It's that Colin Firth guy we all talk about so much. See what we mean? ;-)

Lord, he's pretty!

Do I smell a convert? ;-D

...although you will need to watch the first tape or so of P&P to get the other half of the equation. He's not *just* a pretty face!

All I can say is, I smell Englishmen on that guy, and I LUV Englishmen! Plus his . . . . eyes . . . look sexy in tights.

Alleluia, another one has seen the light! Welcome to the fold, sister... (Although what you see is an Englishman in breeches and trousers respectively; not tights. Wanna know more? Stay around... :-)) Oooooh, Nan, and that ticker... and especially that dangler! Yes, yes, yes!!! (Oh, what the hell, snap the one coming down the stairs, you know... ;-D)

ha-ha!!! The only light I see is for Anthony. Can't we open a topic on him? Does one have to ask permission somewhere?

I love the position of his legs... Thighs, Nan, thighs....... You really outdid yourself with this gallery of pics. Have you thought of a suitable title? (And to change the subject...) You captured a pic of Jennifer without a petticoat.....can see legs through white dress. Lots of people over at RoP complain about that! (Bunch of whiners!)

a pic of Jennifer without a petticoat.....can see legs through white dress. Lots of people over at RoP complain about that! Why? Shows how much they know about late 18th - early 19th centuries. See-through muslin was very much in vouge among ladies. Some even sprayed the thin material with water to make it more transparent.

Arami Some even sprayed the thin material with water to make it more transparent Cool. Thanks for the info...will pass it on.

(Riette)Lord, he's pretty! Ain't he, though? ;-)~~~ You must get a hold of Pride & Prejudice. After you've seen him (and heard that glorious voice), you come and tell us if he isn't the very yummiest of men ;-) (Arami) Oooooh, Nan, and that ticker... and especially that dangler! Yes, yes, yes!!! (Oh, what the hell, snap the one coming down the stairs, you know... ;-D) I do know, my naughty old pal :-D In fact, I know so well that I'd already Snapped it in preparation for this moment ;-) Damned near poked my eye out with that second one! ;-p (Riette) I see is for Anthony. Can't we open a topic on him? Does one have to ask permission somewhere? As long as the topic is droolable, it's okay by me, honey. I've started the topic for you...go take a looky...#108. (Evelyn) You really outdid yourself with this gallery of pics. Have you thought of a suitable title? Oh, I think that is best left to someone more clever than I. Renate, perhaps? She's the most gifted in that department :-.) (Evelyn) You captured a pic of Jennifer without a petticoat.....can see legs through white dress. Please, if I had legs like that I'd have hiked my skirt over my head to show them off ;-p Though those photos really don't do her legs justice. If I didn't like her so much, I'd hate her guts ;-D (Arami) Some even sprayed the thin material with water to make it more transparent. Tarts! ;-p

(Nan) Damned near poked my eye out with that second one! ;-p LOL!! But my dear, can you put it back on the other side where we know it belongs? ;-D

Oh, NAN!!! (.....sluuuuurp.....drool.......)I shall post this quickly before manage to inundate my laptop. Thank you for the memories....he never seems to become less enticing. Amazing. Do you think we have a new recruit for the contour checking brigade?!

Nan, yes those eyes look right into your soul . . .ahhhh the lucky woman who gets the look!! (drooling . . . .)

Who cares about getting the look - what I'd like to get from this guy is a whole lot more than just a look! Thank you for the AH topic, Nan - I'll carry on drooling over the man there.

Nan oh Nan! Stuffed shirt tail?.....I think NOT! Perhaps we should debate this. Why should a publicity-shy man fond of wearing unflattering (baggy) corduroy trousers, who seems genuinely embarrassed by being considered a sex symbol and does absolutely nothing to promote this image, and who didn't even seem to realise that Darcy is sexy, why should he suddenly start stuffing in his shirt tail for enhanced creative effect? And anyway. to create THAT effect, you'd need a heavy duty night shirt down to the ankles, not a lightweight linen shirt. :-) I rest my case. Further corroboration may be necessary, of course! I'll make an advance request of Nan. When MLSF comes out on video, how about some snappies of the scene when he runs in a knitted thities type swimsuit and jumps in the loch and (hopefully) emerges WET!!

(Bethan) I'll make an advance request of Nan. When MLSF comes out on video, how about some snappies of the scene when he runs in a knitted thities type swimsuit and jumps in the loch and (hopefully) emerges WET!! On this one, I wish they had stayed true to the book! ;-D

(Nan) Damned near poked my eye out with that second one! ;-p (Bethan) Stuffed shirt tail?.....I think NOT! So why did Crispin Bonham-Carter reportedly reveal that Colin had been jealous of the ample look in his (Crispin's) breeches? From these semi-jocular hints one is inclined to gather that there must have been some tongue-in-cheek contest for the most impressively presented breeches amongst the male cast in P&P... And that Colin won - whether by natural or artificial means... ;-) (Come, come, surely he isn't THAT shy... and compared to some other scenes, the ones in which he is wearing a travelling outfit s ow an extraordinarily shaped front flap in his nether garment. If it's not shirttails, it must be a purse full of coins... :-P) BTW, note the clever angle used in shooting the above snapped scene: both actors are the same height, and yet on this occasion Crispin purposefully appears smaller - just as JA actually described Bingley.