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Jane nodded.
"Have you met them yet?"
"Yes." The kind of smile on Jane's face said it all.
"Poor Anne." Elizabeth looked around the room. "Where is she, by the way?"
Jane glanced at Anne's parents. "She said that she had to help out William with something."
Elizabeth let out a small laugh. "I see." She scanned the room again. "Where's Richard?"
Charles looked around. "Oh, he's with his parents."
Elizabeth looked in the same direction as Charles.
Charles leaned in closer. "Richard's father is actually his stepfather. He married his mother when Richard was still a baby and raised him as his own son."
"Oh." Elizabeth watched how Richard and his parents interacted. There was no awkwardness and it was obvious that his parents cared for him very much. However, her staring caught their attention and they began to walk towards the table. Elizabeth stood up to greet them.
Richard smiled. "Elizabeth, you look very nice."
"Thank you."
"These are my parents, Elise and David Fitzwilliam. Dad, mom, this is Elizabeth Bennet."
Mr. Fitzwilliam shook Elizabeth's hand. "No need for formalities. You can call me Dave."
Elizabeth turned to Mrs. Fitzwilliam. "I'm so pleased to meet you. Call me Elli."
"I'm so happy to meet you both."
"So, are you enjoying your stay here?"
Elizabeth recognized the glint in Mrs. Fitzwilliam's eyes. "Very much. We took a tour of the grounds this afternoon."
"The gardens are my favorite part."
"Yes, I also like-"
A distinct clearing of the throat interrupted their conversation. They all turned towards the source who happened to be the lady from the grim couple. She had an expectant look on her face.
When no one said anything, she rolled her eyes. "Since Anne isn't here, I suppose Richard will have to make the introductions."
Richard jumped in his spot. "Of course. I apologize." He lead Elizabeth to the grim woman. "Aunt Catherine, Uncle Lewis, this is Elizabeth Bennet." He turned to Elizabeth. "These are Anne's parents, Lewis and Catherine Debourgh."
Mr. Debourgh stood up and greeted her with a cordial smile. "I'm pleased to meet you."
Elizabeth took the offered hand. "It's very nice to meet you." She turned to Mrs. Debourgh. "It's nice meeting you as well."
Mrs. Debourgh remained seated and looked at Elizabeth with a critical eye. "Did you say that you were staying here?"
"No . . . I don't believe I did." Elizabeth looked at Richard then back at Aunt Catherine.
Aunt Catherine's eyes narrowed. "I thought I heard you say you took a tour of the grounds today."
"I did."
"So, you're staying here."
"Yes."
"Why did you say you weren't?"
"I didn't."
Aunt Catherine's lips pressed into a tight line. After a moment she said, "Do you think you're funny?"
"No, I was just answering your questions."
"Not very well, I must say."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at Aunt Catherine. "You asked if I said I was staying here. If you were referring to the conversation between me and Mrs. Fitzwilliam, she asked me if I was enjoying my stay here in which I replied, 'Very much'. "
"Hmm. . ." Aunt Catherine stared at Elizabeth for a moment. Then she asked, "How did you get invited to this ball?"
"Catherine." Mr. Debourgh's voice was terse.
"I was invited by Georgiana."
"Georgiana? How do you know Georgiana?"
Elizabeth was about to answer, but the conversation was interrupted by Anne.
"Mom, I see you've met Elizabeth."
Aunt Catherine's narrowed at Elizabeth. "Yes."
Anne walked toward Elizabeth. "You look very nice. Have you seen William yet?"
Elizabeth felt the back of her neck burn. "No, I haven't seen him yet."
"Why would William want to see her?"
Anne glared at her mother before she turned to Elizabeth. "You don't have a drink yet. Why don't we go to the bar and get you one." Anne walked towards the bar without waiting for an answer from Elizabeth who followed her anyway.
They walked towards the bar, unaware of the heads that turned when they passed them by. Although the two ladies looked beautiful, everyone else was more curious about what had happened with Aunt Catherine.
When they reached the bar, Anne ordered a drink, "Vodka and cranberry juice." She looked back at her mother, still wearing that grim expression. "Oh, go easy on the cranberry juice, please."
Elizabeth giggled. "I'll just have a Coke."
Anne gave Elizabeth an apologetic look. "I would've come sooner."
"It's alright. It really wasn't that bad."
"It sounds like I came just in the nick of time too."
The bartender gave them their drinks. They each took a sip. After a moment, Elizabeth asked, "What did your mom mean? About William?"
Anne sighed. "She's under the impression that Will and I are an item."
Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"
Anne shook her head. "She has this twisted notion that we'll end up together. Just because we get along really well, doesn't mean we're in love."
"Who's in love?"
Elizabeth turned around and was surprised to see William right behind her.
Anne took a gulp of her drink. "Apparently we are."
When her answer was not met with any replies, she looked back at William. She smiled to herself at what she saw.
"I'm just going to see if Mrs. Reynolds needs any help." Again, no replies. "Yeah, I'll just be going." Anne smiled at the couple before she walked off.
After a few moments, Elizabeth was the first to realize that Anne was gone. "What happened to Anne?"
William blinked several times, coming out of his daze. "Oh, she was just here."
They both laughed when they realized how preoccupied they were.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there when you came in."
"It's alright." Elizabeth looked down at her Coke on the bar and began turning it in circles.
William took a step forward. "No it's not." His hand rested on the bar, but soon found it's way on Elizabeth's hand. "You look . . ."
Elizabeth relished William's touch and felt her heart pound in her chest at what he was going to say next, but when he did not say anything, she looked up at him. She felt her skin grow warm under his gaze. She enjoyed how his eyes lingered on her bare shoulders and neck.
The bandleader's voice echoed through the ballroom. "Everyone please take your seat."
"We should go."
William squeezed her hand. "Alright." He turned to lead the way.
Instead of offering his arm, like she thought he would, he placed his hand on the small of her back. Elizabeth did not want to admit it, but she liked the possessive way he lead her back to the table. She knew she should not entertain such thoughts, so she tried to act unaffected by the gesture. Because she was concentrating on looking unaffected, she did not notice the stares and whispers that followed them to their tables.
William pulled out her seat. Before Elizabeth sat down, he whispered, "Don't forget about me."
She smiled. "Never." When she sat down, William's fingertips were on her elbow, helping her take her seat. Although it looked like a trivial act, his touch affected her more than anyone would have guessed.
She barely managed to say. "Thank you."
"My pleasure." William gave her one last long look before he went to his own table.
He took the empty seat between his Aunt Elli and Georgiana. He consoled himself with the fact that at least he would be seated in between two people he liked and got along with well.
At least I can see her from here. He thought when he sat down. In fact, the view he had from his seat only made him wish that it was him, not Anne sitting next to Elizabeth.
As soon as everyone had found their seat, the bandleader began to talk. "Good evening ladies and gentleman. On behalf of the Darcys, thank you for attending this special evening."
Everyone applauded and flashed smiles over to the Darcy's table. Georgiana could not help blushing at all the attention.
When the applause had subsided, the bandleader continued, "The first course will be served shortly. After dinner, we will be entertained by a cotillion lead by Miss Georgiana. Enjoy your dinner."
Soon, waiters in white coats trickled through the ballroom with large silver serving trays of the first course.
"A cotillion is a dance lead by the debutante of the ball." Caroline looked directly at Elizabeth.
"Thank you Caroline for that insightful comment." There was no mistake in the sarcastic tone of Anne's voice.
"I was only trying to be helpful to those," Caroline glanced at Jane and Elizabeth, "who have probably never seen one before."
"It will be exciting to see an actual cotillion dance performed." A corner of Elizabeth's mouth pulled up. "Jane and I used to take classes when were kids, but we never had a chance to actually dance at a ball."
Caroline smiled, much like a cat ready to pounce on a bird. "I can see that where you're from, having a ball would be completely uncharacteristic."
"I think it's quite refreshing." Charles picked at the green salad that had been served.
Caroline raised an eyebrow at her brother. "There weren't nearly as many social events out there as there are out here. Didn't you miss that?"
Charles snuck a look at Jane. "Actually, I didn't miss it at all."
Elizabeth took a sip of her drink to hide her amusement.
"I have to agree with Charles, I didn't miss the social engagements either. In fact, I liked how things were informal, laid back."
Caroline looked at Anne as if she had said something blasphemous.
Richard pulled his napkin up to his face to hide his amusement.
From the other table, William watched what was going on. It looked like Anne had something that rendered Caroline speechless.
"Wouldn't you agree, William?"
William tore his eyes away from the other table and when he looked around his own table, everyone looked at him with expectant expressions.
"Oh . . .uh . . . sorry, what was the question?"
Mr. Darcy laughed. "You must excuse William. He's been preoccupied lately."
Uncle Lewis looked at William in earnest. "Is it something serious?"
Mr. Darcy chuckled. "Quite."
William and Georgiana glared at their father.
"Well, out with it William. Maybe we can be of some help." Uncle Dave received an elbow from Aunt Elli for that.
William looked down at his salad. "It's nothing."
"Does this have anything to do with that Elizabeth Bennet?" Aunt Catherine had her eyebrow raised at him.
Mr. Darcy smiled. "Actually-"
"Oh look! The second course is being served." Georgiana gave her father a warning look.
Aunt Elli followed Georgiana's lead. "Who helped you choose the food this evening?"
"Mrs. Reynolds. I don't know what I'd do without her."
"Why wasn't I notified? I would've helped with the selection." Aunt Catherine sniffed the broth placed in front of her. "She must've chosen this. How could you serve something so simple for an affair like this. For my
cotillion. . ."
While Aunt Catherine went on about the importance of having more than one kind of broth to serve, William snuck a look at his Aunt Elli and gave her a small smile. Aunt Elli returned the smile before feigning interest in what Aunt Catherine had to say on the benefits of serving a sorbet between entrees.
Aunt Elli's maneuver proved to have more than one benefit. The obvious, when Aunt Catherine got started on the proper dishes to serve for any occasion, she hardly needed any response to continue the conversation. The other benefit gave William a chance to observe Elizabeth.
The rest of the dinner had gone on without anything of significance happening. However, Caroline had become acutely aware of how Elizabeth had captivated William's attention which had caused her to spill her drink and drip food on herself several times. And everyone at the other table, except for Aunt Catherine, had wished for the end of dinner.
After dinner, Georgiana and some of her closest friends had performed a cotillion dance for the guests. Everyone enjoyed the fantastic performance. Although, Mr. Darcy and William had watched Georgiana's partner, Joshua, with a critical eye. After the formal dance, Mr. Darcy and Georgiana danced a touching father-daughter dance.
Then Anne surprised Georgiana with a slide show presentation of her life so far. Many of the photos were candid images of the family. Mr. Darcy had blinked back tears when he saw the picture of Georgiana and Mrs. Darcy that he kept in his special collection. Richard, however, was not pleased that the picture of him covered in chocolate with Georgiana crying in the background was included. Afterwards, a teary eyed Georgiana hugged Anne.
The cake was brought out and everyone serenaded the Birthday song to Georgiana. When she blew out all eighteen candles, a thunderous applause had followed. The waiters served the cake while Mr. Darcy, William, and Georgiana went to each table to thank the guests for attending.
The bandleader opened the dance floor for the guests who had been thanked and had finished dessert. Jane and Charles were already on the dance floor. Caroline went to look for her sister. Anne was assisting Mrs. Reynolds with the caterers which left Richard and Elizabeth at the table.
Richard looked around the empty table. "It looks like we've been left to fend for ourselves."
Elizabeth laughed. "I'm afraid so. What should we do?"
Richard looked at the people dancing to the lively music of the big band orchestra. "This is a favorite of mine. The singer's not too bad, but nobody compares to Nat King Cole."
"You're right."
Richard held his hand out. Elizabeth took it and he lead her onto the dance floor.
Should I?
Reveal exactly how I feel.
Should I?
Confess I love you.
The song immediately captured William's attention. He looked around for Elizabeth. A pang of jealousy stirred in him when he saw Richard twirling Elizabeth on the dance floor. He could hear her infectious laughter from where he was standing.
Should I?
Recite beneath the pale moonlight.
And swear by stars above you.
Georgiana tapped her brother on the arm. "William?"
"Hm?"
She looked in the direction William was looking.
Could I?
Repeat the sweetest story told.
Could I?
Entreat or would it be too bold?
Because of Richard's easy charm and Elizabeth's lively disposition, everyone's attention was immediately drawn towards them. They danced with no awkwardness and with such ease and charm that a small crowd near the dance floor had formed.
"They look good together."
William spun around. Georgiana and his father had left his side and in their place stood Caroline.
His eyes narrowed, first at Caroline, then at Richard.
Should I?
Reveal exactly how I feel.
Should I?
Confess I love you.
He walked towards them, wading through the crowd of male admirers that had gathered at the edge of the dance floor. He watched Elizabeth, smiling and laughing while Richard twirled and spun her out each time the trumpets accompanied the chorus. William sighed, wishing it was him who Elizabeth smiled and laughed with.
Richard looked up and saw that William was watching. He leaned in and whispered something to Elizabeth. William shoved his fist into his pockets at such an intimate gesture. He was surprised when Elizabeth looked at him and they stopped dancing and walked towards him.
Should I?
Reveal exactly how I feel.
Should I?
Confess I love you.
Richard waved off the approaching men. "Sorry, guys. I was just a temporary. Her real dance partner has just arrived." The other gentlemen left, disgruntled at the missed opportunity.
William looked at his cousin with a curious expression.
Richard smiled. "You don't want to keep her waiting any longer, do you?"
"Of course not."
They both stood there, staring at each other. Richard shook his head. He took Elizabeth's hand and put it in William's and walked away.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
Should I reveal that I love you?*
*Should I? sung by Nat King Cole
Part 1 "The Pleasure of Dancing with You"
William leaned in closer to Elizabeth. "May I have that dance now?"
Elizabeth gave him a brilliant smile. "I'd like that."
They walked onto the dance floor, locked in each other's gaze. The music of the lively saxophone and trumpets ended. Soon, the gentle lull of a piano and lazy strumming of a guitar and bass echoed through the ballroom. The slow music was accompanied by the singer's velvet voice.
Embrace me.
My sweet embraceable you.
William hesitated before he reached out and put one hand on Elizabeth's waist, the other took her hand.
Embrace me.
You irreplaceable you.
Elizabeth's senses were mesmerized by the closeness of William. They were awakened by his gentle touch and woody smell. She leaned closer, resting her temple on William's cheek, swaying to the slow music. She closed her eyes, letting her sense of touch and smell imprint the moment in her memory.
She felt William's breath on her ear. "Are you having a good time so far?"
She nodded, her skin rubbing against his clean shaven cheek. Then she felt William draw her closer to him. Elizabeth opened her eyes. It took a moment for her eyes to focus because the lights had been dimmed. She was surprised at what she saw.
Just one look at you,
my heart grows tipsy in me.
You and you alone,
bring out the gypsy in me.
William watched Elizabeth look around the room. He had forgotten how expressive her dark eyes were.
"Is something the matter?"
Elizabeth looked at him for a moment, then returned her attention to the room. "I think we're being watched."
"Are we?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes. Haven't you noticed?"
"Not really."
The intensity in William's eyes caused pressure to rise in Elizabeth's chest.
I love all the many charms about you.
Above all, I want my arms around you.
She looked at him. "Everyone's watching us."
William took a cursory glance around the room. "Yes, I suppose they are."
A small smile appeared on Elizabeth's lips. "Is this a normal occurrence for you?"
William shrugged. "I suppose."
"How do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"How do you get through things like this?"
"Well, I hardly ever dance."
Elizabeth blinked several times.
"And for the first time in my life, I'm sure everyone's not looking at me."
Don't be a naughty baby,
come to papa, come to papa do,
My sweet embraceable you.
Elizabeth hesitated. "You think they're looking at me?"
William smiled. "Absolutely."
Elizabeth's brow wrinkled. "You can't be serious."
William nodded. "They're wondering who you are and how you managed to get a dance out of me."
Elizabeth giggled. "I wonder how many things I could get you to do."
William looked at her. "You only have to ask."
Elizabeth felt her neck and cheeks grow warm.
Embrace me.
My sweet embraceable you.
Embrace me.
You irreplaceable you.*
Elizabeth rested her temple on William's cheek again. She was too overcome to say anything. She knew William was perfectly serious about what he said. A part of her wanted him to tell her that she was the only one. Another part was trying to sort things out, trying not to look affected which was difficult because William held her so close to him and many people were watching them. Does he still care about me? Everyone of his actions indicated he did, but Elizabeth needed something more than that.
William did not know when or how it happened, but he knew, he loved Elizabeth. He had struggled with the possibility, afraid that he was letting his feelings govern him. But, having her here, in his arms, felt right. There was no doubt, this was how it should be. However, he was unsure if Elizabeth felt the same way. He believed she cared for him in some way, but as far as the depth of those feelings, it was hard to determine. Elizabeth did not seem to be the type to give her heart away so easily. He knew he had to earn her love and prove he was worthy of that love. He realized at the moment, he had done nothing to earn her love or show her that he was worthy of it. Before he could tell her he loved her, he had to prove himself to her first.
The song ended with a piano flourish. It took a moment for the couple to realize it had ended. Without a word, William took Elizabeth's hand and led her off the dance floor and walked towards the bar.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"Maybe some water."
When their drinks were served, they sipped them, thinking about what to say.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. "That's a very nice orchestra. The singer is very good."
"Yes. Georgiana wanted to honor our mother and father by having a big band orchestra play for her ball. They had one at their wedding."
Elizabeth shifted in her spot. "That's very sweet of her." She tried to think of something to say. "Uh . . . do you know what was the first song they danced to as husband and wife?"
William looked down at his glass. "Yes."
Elizabeth waited for him to continue, but he did not. "Well, what was it?"
He took a large sip of his drink. "It was the one we just danced to."
"Oh." It was Elizabeth's turn to take a large sip of her drink. After a moment, she raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you. . . "
"No." He chuckled. "I think it was my father."
"I see." A playful smile spread on Elizabeth's lips. "Are all Darcys this calculating?"
William laughed. "Calculating? I think I prefer hopelessly romantic."
"Hopelessly romantic?" She looked at William for a moment. "And what does a hopelessly romantic Darcy hope for?"
He returned her gaze. "A happy ending with the one they love."
Elizabeth hesitated. "And do the Darcys always get what they hope for?"
William looked down again at his glass. "My father did." Then he looked up at Elizabeth. "I . . . I'm still working on it."
A mischievous smile appeared on her lips. "You don't think you have your work cut out for you?"
"Hardly. Anything worth having requires lots of work."
"And how much work are you willing to do?"
He stepped closer to her. "As much as it takes."
"Mr. Darcy, sir." A man in white coat interrupted them. "Excuse me, but Mrs. Reynolds is looking for you."
"Is Anne available?"
"She's with her now. I think it has something to do with the caterers."
William looked at Elizabeth for a moment before turning back to the server. "Thank you."
When the server left, he turned to Elizabeth. "I'm sorry. I'm sure Anne wouldn't have sent for me unless it was absolutely necessary."
Elizabeth nodded. "I'm sure you're right."
He gave her a light kiss on the cheek. "I'll be back for you."
"Alright." She watched him walk away, through a set of doors towards the back of the ballroom.
Elizabeth needed to freshen up. She looked back at her table and saw that it was empty. She assumed that everyone was on the dance floor. She thought maybe she should just go back to her room, since she knew at least there was a bathroom there. She walked towards the entrance, down the corridor. She saw several women walking in and out of a room and a lady in uniform stood outside the door.
She approached the woman. "Excuse me. Is that a bathroom?"
"Actually, it's a powdering room. I can take you to one if it's necessary."
"No. This will be fine."
The lady opened the door and Elizabeth walked in.
The 'powdering room' was almost as big as her bedroom back home. There were lounging chairs and off to one side there was a small room. There were women inside, sitting on lounge chairs chatting. Deciding that the small room was for privacy, Elizabeth went to the mirror that was mounted in the outer room.
So preoccupied with trying to look her best, she did not notice when a certain pair of women walked in and went to the small room.
"What a wonderful evening."
"Yes, indeed. The Darcys have outdone themselves."
"This is by far the best event of the year."
"Everyone will be talking about it."
"Absolutely."
Elizabeth, done with her primping, got ready to leave.
"It's too bad Isabella wasn't here tonight."
"Yes. I'm sure she's very upset that she couldn't be with William, helping him host the party."
Elizabeth faltered at the door.
"They do make a good couple, don't they?"
Another voice interrupted the two ladies' conversation. "I thought they weren't seeing each other anymore."
"The last time I talked with Isabella, it sounded like things with her and William were on the mend."
"Really? Last I heard, she was seeing George Wickham."
One of the ladies cleared her throat. "I suppose she was, but I'm sure she realized what a mistake she was making and is trying to fix it."
"Yes. She was so looking forward to coming tonight, but couldn't because she was overcome with some kind of flu."
"William is very worried about her."
Elizabeth could not listen anymore and left the room in haste. However, if she had stayed a little longer, she would have been enlightened even further about William and Isabella.
"He didn't look at all worried tonight."
"I don't know what you mean."
"You have to be blind or hiding out in here all night not to notice that he's obviously moved on."
A different voice added in. "And what a pity too."
"It looked like Isabella was a distant memory after that show on the dance floor with that woman."
"Who was she anyway?"
"She's very pretty."
"I've never seen her before."
"She's nobody."
It was silent for a moment before another woman spoke. "Well, she certainly wasn't treated like a nobody by William."
"Indeed!"
"Do you think she's his new girlfriend?"
"I wouldn't doubt it."
"She's so lucky. If I could get William to look at me like that-"
"Louisa, let's go."
The pair walked out in a huff. After a few moments, one of the ladies spoke.
"Why was she talking about William and Isabella?"
"I don't know. I was actually expecting to hear another one of her stories about how she and William had gone on another supposed date."
The comment was met with a roar of laughter.
Elizabeth walked into the ballroom, not paying attention to her surroundings. When she bumped into a young man, she apologized. Before she could walk away, the young man took hold of her arm.
"Hey, aren't you going to tell me your name?"
Elizabeth looked at the man with a blank expression.
"You've caused quite a commotion. Everyone's curious to know who you are."
Elizabeth regained her senses. "Everyone?"
The young man took a step closer. "Well, at least the male population in the room."
She gave him a wary look. "Elizabeth. Elizabeth Bennet."
The young man took her hand and kissed it. "You can call me Henry." He turned to a young man who stood next to him. "And this is George."
George stepped forward. "Pleased to meet you."
Before Elizabeth could say anything else, Richard stepped in between them.
"Elizabeth, there you are. We were wondering where you were." Richard turned to the two men. "You know there's a fire hydrant out front that I'm sure would keep you two amused."
They both laughed. Then Henry spoke. "Richard, we were only being nice and introduced ourselves."
"Nice. . . if it weren't for-" Richard stopped himself. He turned to Elizabeth and offered his arm. "Shall we?"
She took his arm. "Thank you."
Henry and George called out after them.
"It was nice meeting you, Elizabeth."
"I hope we meet again."
Richard ignored their remarks, guiding Elizabeth onward. When they were a good distance away, Elizabeth turned to Richard.
"What was all that about?'
Richard looked back at the two men who had moved on to another woman. "Let's just say, I trust them about as far as I can throw them."
"Oh." Elizabeth was so confused. Everything with William seemed to be going well. Then she heard that he might be already seeing someone, and then the whole thing between Richard, Henry, and George confused her even more. Wait. Is he the George Wickham they were talking about in the powder room?
Richard saw the expression on Elizabeth's face and became concerned. "Are you alright?"
"Yes-No. . . I'm not sure." She looked around, feeling like she was being watched.
"Why don't we get some fresh air."
"Alright."
Richard lead her through the ballroom and out onto the veranda.
When they got outside, Elizabeth breathed in the cool night air. She recognized the garden from this morning, but they had come out from a different door way.
She smiled to herself. "I don't know why, but sometimes I forget how big this place is."
Richard was relieved to see that she still had her humor intact. "I suppose you get used to it after a while."
"Actually, I don't think I could ever get used to it." Elizabeth hesitated. "Do people always . . . talk about other people?"
Richard chuckled. "So, you've met our more . . . social guests?"
"I wouldn't say I've met them." Elizabeth sighed. "Is it like this all the time?"
"It depends." Richard looked at Elizabeth. "William and his family have always been a primary source for . . ."
"Gossip?"
Richard laughed. "To be honest, yes."
"How much of it is true?"
"What have you heard?"
"Who's Isabella?"
Richard considered his answer for a moment before he responded. "It's really not my place to talk about that."
"Talk about what?"
Richard cleared his throat. "You'll have to talk to William about it."
"If there's something I should know . . . I don't want to look like a fool."
"Elizabeth." Richard took a step closer. "Please. Speak to William about it."
Elizabeth saw the seriousness in his expression. "Alright."
They stood on the veranda, listening to the distant music coming from the ballroom.
Elizabeth turned to Richard. "So, where's your date?"
"My date?"
"Yeah. Didn't you bring someone?"
Richard adjusted his collar. "Uh . . . no."
"Oh." Elizabeth raised an eyebrow at him. "Any particular reason?"
"Reason? Why does there have to be a reason?"
"Well, a good-looking guy like you shouldn't have any trouble getting a date."
Richard shifted in his spot.
"And, I've heard that you're quite the ladies' man."
Richard's eyes widen with shock. "Where'd you hear that?" Elizabeth bit her lip. "Did Anne tell you that?"
"Well . . . not exactly."
Richard shoved his fists into his pockets. "Contrary to what some people think, I'm not . . . that successful."
Elizabeth looked at Richard for a moment. "Really?"
Richard looked her squarely in the eyes. "Yes."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, it's nothing to be sorry about."
"Well . . . why?"
A small smile appeared on Richard's lips. "Well, I've been on a lot of first dates. Part of it's work. Another part . . . no one interests me."
"No one?"
Richard saw the look of disbelief on her face. "No one."
"Excuse me." Elizabeth took a step towards Richard and tagged him on the shoulder.
Richard rubbed his shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"
"For being a guy."
Richard was about to say something, but stopped and thought for a moment. "Does this have to do with Anne?"
"There's hope for you yet."
"Why? Has she said anything?"
"No." Elizabeth looked at Richard. "She doesn't have to."
Richard blinked several times. "Anne?"
Elizabeth crossed her arms. "Uh-huh."
"No."
"Yes."
"I-How?"
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Maybe that's something you should find out."
Richard continued to rub his shoulder. "Hmm. . . Anne." Then he turned to Elizabeth. "What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"What about William?"
Elizabeth's shoulders tensed. "What about him?"
"What are you going to do about him?"
"What am I going to do?"
Richard rolled his eyes. "If you're saying I'm blind about Anne, you're just as blind about William."
Elizabeth opened and closed her mouth several times.
Richard reached over and lifted Elizabeth's chin shut. "Right."
Elizabeth looked down. "He said if I met someone else, he'd be alright with it."
Richard placed his hand on Elizabeth's shoulder which made her look up at him. "Remember, he's a guy too."
Elizabeth could not help herself and laughed.
"I hope this isn't a private party."
Elizabeth and Richard looked up and saw William standing at the entrance with Anne by his side.
*Embraceable You sung by Nat King Cole
Although this section does contain some adult content, it does not go beyond what I have had in previous chapters. But, as a writer, I must take responsibility and say this section has a PG rating.
Part 2 "Difficulties and Struggles"
"Of course not." Richard walked towards them. "Elizabeth needed some fresh air."
Elizabeth followed him. "I needed a break from some of the more . . . eager guests."
William looked at her with concern. "Are you alright?"
Elizabeth smiled. "Of course."
William and Elizabeth were caught in each other's gaze, causing Richard and Anne to shift in their spots.
Richard cleared his throat. "Anne, may I walk you back inside?"
"That's a good idea."
Richard offered his arm.
Anne had a bemused look on her face.
"You're supposed to take it."
Anne took it.
"Would you also like to dance?"
Anne blinked several times.
"A yes or no will do."
She hesitated. "Yes."
Richard winked at Elizabeth and they walked off to the dance floor.
Elizabeth watched them walk away with a smile on her face.
"Did you have something to do with that?"
"Maybe." Then she walked towards the edge of the veranda. "The grounds look different at night. . . enchanting."
"Mm-hm." William was not looking at the grounds.
"It's too bad."
"What is?"
She hesitated. "Well, if I hadn't met you, I would've never have known about this place. It's too bad other people are deprived of this."
"That was a concern my mother had. But, she wasn't sure how to fix it."
Elizabeth looked at William. "There's a lot you can do. Well, it would depend on how much you'd be willing to open your home to the public."
William listened, captivated by the liveliness in her eyes.
"Something small at first." She thought for a moment. "How about if you invited an elementary school?" William's eyebrows shot up. "I didn't mean the whole school. Maybe just the younger kids. They're easier to manage."
"You think they'd enjoy a place like this?"
"Yes. Some of them have probably never seen a horse before. And the pond! Well, you might want to keep the children away from the pond."
William laughed. "That's probably a good idea."
They stood at the edge of the veranda, realizing this might be an uninterrupted moment they would have together.
William hesitated. "Are you seeing anyone?"
The easy and light expression on Elizabeth's face changed. She contemplated for a moment whether or not to answer William. "I don't understand how that's any of your concern."
William flinched at Elizabeth's remark. Her voice was low and even. Only a moment ago it seemed that they were enjoying each other's company, but things had taken a drastic turn to the opposite. Elizabeth's sudden change in her demeanor rattled his false sense of security that he and Elizabeth could continue where they had left off two weeks ago.
William cleared his throat and ran his hand over his hair. He looked out at the grounds before he said anything.
"I . . . You're right. I shouldn't have-" He realized that perhaps Elizabeth was seeing someone and that it really was not his place to ask about her private life. When the realization set in, William tried again.
"I shouldn't have assumed that we could continue where we left off." William finished with great effort. "I had a very nice time this evening. I hope you did too." He was about to say good night, but Elizabeth interrupted him.
"Before you left," Elizabeth continued to look at William with the same sharpness from before, "you said that if I met someone else while you were away that you'd understand."
William regretted ever having said those words. "Yes. I. . . I did say that."
William's confirmation added to Elizabeth's heightened emotions. The anger and hurt she suppressed could no longer be denied. She was angry and hurt because William did not seem to care as much as she did about their acquaintance. She was also hurt that William did not show any partiality towards her before he left. Elizabeth was trying to calm her emotions while at the same time trying to figure out what to say to William. Before she could, William took her silence as a cue for him to continue.
"I did say that." He continued with certainty. "I thought it'd be unfair of me to expect you not to see anyone else while I was away."
Elizabeth blinked several times at William's response and the sharpness in her eyes softened. "Unfair?"
William hesitated. "We'd only known each other for a week." He cleared his throat before. "I didn't think I could expect-"
Elizabeth looked down. "I know our acquaintance was short, but," she looked up at William. Her eyes no longer had the sharpness that discomfited him earlier, instead there was a deepness that gave him hope.
"I thought-" she took a breath before she said, "Even though we didn't know each other for very long, I did come to care about you. . . very much. And I thought. . . I thought you did too."
William was touched by Elizabeth's admission.
Elizabeth drew in her breath again. "But, when you said that you would understand if I met someone else while you were away," she forced herself to continue, "I realized I was wrong."
William flinched at the last part. "Elizabeth-"
"I have to admit, your insightfulness for such things is. . . it's remarkable." She tried to say this in a light hearted manner, but her distress about the situation was obvious. Elizabeth took some steps away from William.
He looked at her with his brow furrowed. She has met someone else. He thought.
Elizabeth cleared her throat. "I hope that you and Isabella will be happy together."
His eyes flashed at her. "What?"
Elizabeth's mouth had fallen open at William's outburst.
William collected himself. "I'm sorry. I didn't meant to-"
"It's alright."
"No. No, it's not."
Both were bewildered by the other's behavior.
They started at the same time.
"Who?"
"I-"
William insisted that Elizabeth continue.
Elizabeth hesitated. "I was given the impression that you were seeing this woman, Isabella."
William rubbed the back of his neck. "We were seeing each other." Elizabeth fidgeted with her hands at William's response. "But, that was nearly a year ago."
When the meaning of William's words set in, Elizabeth looked up, her brow furrowed, "You mean, you're not-"
"No." William took a few steps towards Elizabeth.
"But-"
"I don't know who gave you the impression that I was seeing Isabella," his voice became low, "but, I can assure that I'm not seeing her anymore or plan to, ever."
Elizabeth was still confused. "But, when you told me before you left that if I met someone else-"
"Yes. If you met someone else."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "If I met someone else?" Her eyes searched William's face for answers. "What about you? Weren't you including yourself in that resolution?"
William was now standing in front of Elizabeth. "No."
Elizabeth searched William's face again. "No? I-I don't understand."
"I didn't plan on meeting anyone else." Elizabeth looked at William with disbelief.
William hesitated. "I was already. . . quite taken."
Elizabeth's heart pounded.
He turned away, facing the peaceful grounds. "If I could take those words back I would."
She looked at his profile. "What would you have said instead?"
He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down. "I would've said. . . I didn't know it was possible to care about someone else so much. . . even after knowing you for only a week. You made me feel . . ."
His smile faded and he looked down. "I know I said that if you met someone else, I'd understand. After I said it, I had this terrible feeling that I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life. The thought of you meeting someone else. . . I anticipated and dreaded your arrival."
He ran his hand through his hair. "I missed you so much, but I was also afraid that you might've met someone else or worse. . . that you weren't interested in me anymore. If I could change what happened before I left . . . I would've made sure that no one else had a chance."
William turned to Elizabeth. He looked at her for a moment before he caressed the delicate outline of her jaw.
Elizabeth blinked several times. In almost a whisper, Elizabeth said, "So, you did care."
William let his hand drop. A small smile appeared. "Very much."
Elizabeth walked towards the other end of the veranda, letting out a deep sigh. She turned to face William and with an arched eyebrow, Elizabeth said, "You could've saved us a lot of trouble, if you had said that in the first place."
William was not sure what to expect, but after seeing Elizabeth's expression and hearing the tone of her voice, he laughed. "Who gave you the impression that I was seeing Isabella?"
Elizabeth thought for a moment. "Well, I didn't see who- but, it sounded like-"when she realized who the person was, she said, with some exasperation, "Caroline." Elizabeth shook her head and had her hands on her hips.
"I'm sorry that she mislead you." William walked in a slow pace towards Elizabeth.
She cleared her throat. "No. It's alright. I should've known."
"I'll have a talk with her."
"No. Please don't. I don't want her to think that I can't take care of myself."
William stifled his amusement. "Of course."
They stood in front of each other, looking with hope at the person in front of them.
Elizabeth shifted on her feet. "So. . . "
William moved closer to Elizabeth. "So. . . are you seeing someone?"
Elizabeth looked at William with a raised eyebrow. "You're very persistent."
"You didn't answer my question the first time I asked.
"I'm not so sure I should still answer it."
William faltered, but recovered. "I wouldn't be surprised if you've met someone. Any man," William took in Elizabeth's figure, "would be crazy not to take the opportunity to be with you."
Elizabeth's breathing became uneven. "Flattery doesn't suit you." She steeled herself. "It won't encourage me to answer your question either."
William held back his urge to smile. He had not meant his words to be taken as flattery. William decided to take a different approach.
He took Elizabeth's hand. "I wanted to know if you're seeing anyone because," and he gave a pointed look at Elizabeth, "I hope that you'd consider seeing me if you're not seeing anyone else."
Elizabeth tried to remain playful, but it was obvious that she was taken aback by William's admission, "I suppose this is something that concerns you."
William's voice was timid. "I hope it does."
Instead of allowing herself to be overtaken by her emotions, Elizabeth fought the urge to throw herself in his arms, and decided to proceed with caution. Elizabeth stood at her full height and cleared her throat. "No. I'm not seeing anyone."
William's hold on Elizabeth's hand became firmer. A smile had escaped onto his lips.
Elizabeth was pleased with his reaction, but she was not ready to acquiesce so readily. "Before we agree to anything, I want to get something straight."
William's smile faded. His brow furrowed. "Alright."
"I expect you to be honest with me. I know you didn't lie about how you felt, but-"
"You're right." William cleared his throat. "I'm just not used to sharing my feelings."
"I'm not either."
William chuckled. "Well, I suppose we'll both have to try."
Elizabeth nodded in agreement.
They looked at each other for a moment.
"I've missed you."
"Good." Elizabeth turned away.
"You look. . ." His fingertips found their way on her shoulder, "beautiful tonight."
Elizabeth shrugged them off. "Thank you, but I think you said something like that already."
William chuckled. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?"
"Why? Is this difficult for you?"
William took a step back. "I would say this is more difficult than the two weeks being separated from you. . . missing our late night phone conversations. This is more difficult than when I saw you coming out of the airline terminal yesterday, not being able to greet you the way I wanted to greet you. This is more difficult than when I saw you come in here tonight alone. . . thinking that you didn't want to be with me." He took a step closer to her. "This is difficult than all I've suffered through because right now, you're standing here, so close to me, and. . . " I can't do a damn thing about it.
His eyes demanded her attention, forcing her eyes to meet his. He held her gaze with determination, conveying all that was left unspoken. There could be no mistake in William's smoldering look about what he felt.
The gentle sound of Elizabeth's rustling skirt is what made William realize she was moving towards him. He had been so caught up in the depths of her dark eyes before he realized that Elizabeth was close enough for him to touch with little difficulty. Distracted by her alluring presence, William's eyes could not help wandering away from her eyes. He moistened his lips when he spotted the lovely mole on her collarbone. He was sure Elizabeth could feel his heart pounding when she rested her hand on his chest.
She moved closer to him and became mesmerized by the woody smell that emanated from his face. Intoxicated by his essence, Elizabeth leaned closer, her lips grazed his face.
William welcomed her touches and her closeness with great eagerness, but he was unsure if his attentions would be welcomed. When she looked up at him, William looked at her parted lips.
Her voice was soft. "It's difficult for me too."
When the implications of Elizabeth's words set in, he felt himself grow warmer at the inviting look in her eyes. Elizabeth did not have to say anymore.
His kiss was slow and thoughtful. When he pulled away, he was pleased to see a smile linger on Elizabeth's lips.
An intense sensation shot through him when William recognized the look in Elizabeth's eyes while she traced her thumb on his lips. He had seen this fervent look once and it was directed at a baseball pitcher. The realization that it was him to whom she directed this look caused William to do what a man like him does in this particular situation.
William placed his fingertips on her hips and drew her closer to him with gentle determination.
First she felt William's lips brush against her brow. Next he traced, with the tip of his nose, a trail from her temple to the spot right below her ear and he breathed a kiss there. Then his lips came down on hers, but his lips caressed hers, rather than bestowing kisses on them.
Elizabeth thought she would burst from the anticipation. She placed her hand on his face and crushed her lips onto his. She kissed him again, lingering, savoring every moment. Her passion was strong which caused William's to grow stronger. His embrace tightened and his lips took possession of Elizabeth's.
"So, does everything look alright?"
Richard looked out the window. William had enveloped Elizabeth under his jacket in an ardent embrace.
Richard smiled. "Yeah, you could say that."
Anne moved to look, but Richard blocked her view. "What are you doing?"
"They're alright."
"Well, does it look like they're at least talking?"
"I think they've already moved beyond that point."
Anne thought for a moment. When she realized what he meant, she said, "Oh."
"I think it'll be alright if we left them to their own . . . activities."
Anne smiled. "Right."
They were getting ready to leave when Anne stopped in her place. "Wait." She ran over to one of the butlers and whispered something to him. He nodded his understanding, but his face became flush. When he walked passed Richard, he nodded at him and stood near the doorway, pacing back and forth.
When Anne returned to his side, he asked, "What's going on?"
"He's to insure that no one interrupts them."
Richard laughed.
Anne smiled despite of herself.
"Why don't you do that more often?"
"What?"
Richard reached out, and caressed her smiling face.
Anne's knees almost buckled. It was the first time Richard had ever touched her. "I-I smile."
Richard withdrew his hand, surprised at how soft her skin was. "Not nearly enough."
Anne swallowed hard. "Well, if I had more reasons. . ."
Richard looked at her, really looked at her for the first time. "You have dimples."
Anne's cheeks became warm. She looked down. "Yeah." Then she turned to walk away.
Richard rushed after her. "Where are you going?"
"I was just going to check if Mrs. Reynolds needs help."
"You know, this is a party."
"Yes, which is why I'm surprised you're still talking to me."
Richard grabbed Anne's hand. "You don't like it?"
Anne shifted in her spot. "No, it's not that . . . I just. . . Don't talk to me because you feel you have to."
He drew her closer to him. "I know I don't have to."
Anne raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure you're not keeping someone else waiting?"
Richard shook his head. "There's no one else."
Anne looked at him, not sure what to do.
"C'mon."
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to dance."
"Again?"
Richard stopped and turned to Anne. "You don't want to?"
"I do. It's just . . . I'm just surprised that's all."
A charming smile spread across his lips. "I'm full of surprises." He lead her to the dance floor.
They spent most of the evening there. And to everyone's surprise, they did not argue once.
"What are you smiling for?"
Mr. Darcy turned to see Elli Fitzwilliam next to him. "Do I have to have a reason?"
Elli ordered her drink. "With you. . . there's always a reason."
Mr. Darcy chuckled. "Where's your husband?"
"He's talking with Lewis and Catherine." They both looked at the small group.
"Catherine seems to be doing most of the talking."
Elli stifled a smile. "Yes, well, she must have her share of the conversation." She said in her best Catherine voice.
Mr. Darcy laughed.
The bartender served Elli her drink. She took a sip and looked at Mr. Darcy for a moment. "So, why were you smiling? And don't tell me it's because of my brilliant smile."
He opened his mouth to disagree with Elli, but he was quick to shut it because of the no nonsense look she gave him. After a moment, he said, "I'm just happy that's all."
"Georgiana has certainly grown into a beautiful young lady."
"Hm? Oh, yes. Absolutely."
Elli raised an eyebrow at him. "And William . . . he seems to be handling the family business well."
"Yes."
She put a hand on her hip. "George Darcy if you don't tell me what's causing that silly grin on your face I'll . . ."
Mr. Darcy raised an eyebrow at her now.
Elli looked at him for a moment. Then her eyes were opened wide with astonishment. "You've met someone."
Mr. Darcy laughed. "Goodness, no. At my age?"
"You're not that old. But, then what is it?"
"It's not me." Mr. Darcy's eyes searched the room, settling on a butler pacing back and forth in front of one the doors that lead out to the veranda.
Elli was about to say how odd he should care so much about the butler's personal life, but just then William emerged from the door, holding Elizabeth's hand and leading her into the ballroom. A slow smile spread across her lips. "Ah, I see."
Mr. Darcy watched them take the dance floor. "I think she might be the one."
Elli could not hide her astonishment. "How can you be so sure?"
"How could you not see it?"
"Well, I've just met her tonight." She hesitated before she said, "It seems a bit quick to be deciding something so monumental."
Mr. Darcy watched his son dance with Elizabeth. "That's what everyone kept telling me when I wanted to marry Annie."
A small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth. "Well, it's nice to see that you know who William will be spending the rest of his life with." She took another sip of her drink. "By the way, does he know?"
"I think so, but . . . I don't think he's admitted it to himself yet."
Elli squeezed his arm. "Give him time. He doesn't have his father's excellent judgment."
Mr. Darcy chuckled. "I suppose not." A wistful look over came his features for a moment. "It'll be nice to have a woman around."
Elli raised an eyebrow at him. "Careful. I don't think William would take too kindly to his father stealing away his girlfriend."
"Elli, you always manage to twist my words-that's not what I-"
She laughed. "C'mon. Since it appears that Dave will be unable to tear himself away from the conversation, I suppose you will have to do." She lead him towards the dance floor.
Mr. Darcy pretended to be offended, but once Elli had him on the dance floor, he was soon appeased.
PG-13: This section contains some adult content, most of it implied.
Part 3 "Incorrigible"
The evening had come to an end. Most of the guests had already gone. The only people left were members of the immediate family, Charles, and Caroline. The band was packing up their instruments and the remaining catering staff was cleaning up the remnants of the evening.
The Fitzwilliams and the Debourghs were saying their farewells.
"It was a lovely ball."
"Yes, your mother would be very proud."
"Remember, if those caterers give you any trouble, I will be happy to speak to them myself."
"Mother, why don't I walk you and Dad out."
Anne guided her parents out and Richard did the same. Mr. Darcy and Georgiana followed them all out.
"We should be leaving soon as well." Charles turned to Jane. "So, I'll pick you up at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning?"
"Alright." Jane and Charles kissed each other good night.
Caroline stood at the doorway, pouting at the sight of William and Elizabeth in hushed conversation. She turned away when William whispered something in Elizabeth's ear which made her laugh.
"Charles!"
Charles, reluctant to let go of Jane, said, "I'll be right there, Caroline."
Caroline rolled her eyes. "I'll wait outside." She stormed away before Charles could say anything.
Jane smiled. "I'll walk you to the door."
"Alright."
They left, leaving Elizabeth and William alone.
Elizabeth looked around the room. "I think everyone's gone."
"Really?" He leaned down and kissed her.
"William," she looked at the people who were cleaning up.
He pulled away. "Sorry." Then after a moment, a small smile appeared on his lips. "Actually, no I'm not." He pulled her closer and continued where he left off.
The head server stood a few feet away, unsure of how to proceed. There were a few details to take care of, but his boss was obviously more agreeably engaged. However, luck intervened, saving the gentleman the odious business of interrupting the couple.
Elizabeth had noticed the gentleman. In between kisses, she said, "Um. . . William . . . I think. . . that gentleman needs. . . something." She pulled away and looked at the man who had now regretted being there.
William glared at them man for a moment. He was reluctant to give up his place near Elizabeth. "Excuse me for a moment."
"Of course. I'll just wait at the entrance." She gave him a light kiss before she walked towards it.
The server approached William. He cleared his throat. "Sir. I'm so sorry to interrupt."
"Think nothing of it." He watched Elizabeth while she examined the intricate moldings that lined the entrance.
"Thank you. There are just a few details I wanted to go over about the food and how we had to accommodate more guests."
"Mm-hm."
The gentleman adjusted his collar. "We'll have to go with the extra cost we had discussed before hand. We couldn't accept Mrs. Reynolds' approval because of the large amount."
"Fine." William marveled at Elizabeth's profile while she looked out a window.
The gentleman realized that if he asked for a million dollars, he probably would get it. However, he was an honest man. "Mr. Darcy, I'll call you tomorrow to finalize the details." He waited for a response, but when there was none, he continued, "Thank you, Mr. Darcy. I hope you have a good evening."
When William finally looked at the server, he was surprised to see him already halfway towards the kitchen. "Uh. . . Thank you." He chuckled to himself and with a quick pace, walked to Elizabeth.
He stopped right behind her while she stood at the window. "I hope you weren't waiting too long."
Elizabeth's skin tingled when she heard William's voice in her ear. She turned around. "No. I hope everything was settled."
William felt the top of his ears burn. "I believe they were."
Her brow wrinkled. "You don't sound so sure."
"He probably made off with the deed to Pemberley," William let his eyes linger on her neck. "I was a bit distracted."
Elizabeth steadied her breath. "I hope you don't handle all your business transactions like this."
He took a step towards her. "No." He lifted her chin up. "But, then again, there was never anything else I'd rather be doing instead."
Elizabeth closed her eyes, anticipating another one of his ardent kisses, but was surprised when, with gentle guidance, he turned her face away, and breathed a kiss on her collarbone.
"I-I . . ." She tried to concentrate on what she was going to say, but it was difficult because of how William seemed to be especially drawn to that particular spot on her collarbone. "I. . . your house. . .very beautiful."
He looked up at her, pleased to see how he could affect her. "Would you like a tour?"
The small, coy smile on his lips made Elizabeth hesitate. She knew she should probably go to her room, but when he took her hand with that gentle determination, all she could say was, "Alright."
They walked down a grand passageway at a slow pace, holding hands. Too distracted by William's long looks and caresses on her hand, Elizabeth did not see or notice the antique furnishings and oil paintings that decorated the walkway.
After a moment, Elizabeth gave William a playful look. "Was there going to be any talking on this tour?"
William raised an eyebrow at her. "Talking is overrated."
Elizabeth laughed. "Well, what kind of tour is this then?"
He stopped himself, preventing his impetuous response to come out. "I'm sorry. I'm not doing very well as a tour guide. Georgiana is so much better at this." They stopped in front of a door. "Speaking of which, this is her favorite room in the house." He pushed opened the tall oak door and they walked in.
Elizabeth adjusted her eyes to the darkness. When her eyes made the adjustment, her attention was captured by the moonlight shining through one of the windows, illuminating a grand piano. She left William's side to get a closer look.
William stayed behind, watching Elizabeth's curiosity about the piano with pleasure. A well-tuned note echoed throughout the room when she touched a key.
"Sorry."
"It's alright. Do you play?"
"A little. But, not very well." She stood in front of the piano, the moonlight outlining her profile.
"I'd like to hear you play."
She chuckled. "I don't know. The idea of public humiliation is not very appealing to me." She walked towards the window.
"You could just play for me."
She turned her head, but did not look back at him. "Maybe."
William admired her figure in front of the window. Images of finding Elizabeth like this in his home every night caused his body to grow warm. Then another idea lingered in his mind that most times she would not always be wearing an evening gown and that he had a very similar window like this in his bedroom.
Elizabeth admired the rolling hills and how the moon seemed to cast a thin layer of silver dust on them. Her reverie was interrupted by William's breath on the nape of her neck. Her heart pounded in her chest and when she felt the soft pressure of his lips on her neck, she gripped her skirt for support.
She swallowed hard when his fingertips touched her elbow and made a slow trail up her arm and onto her shoulder. Guided by his fingertips on her shoulder, she turned around to face him.
William drew her away from the window and into the corner next to it. He was possessed by the artless look in her eyes and how her lips were parted, her breath unsteady on his lips. At first he felt his senses were overwhelmed because of Elizabeth's presence, but it was not that he was overwhelmed, his senses ached at not experiencing the way she felt and tasted.
When Elizabeth recognized the look in his eyes from that evening outside of her room, she felt her heart beating in her throat. There was no uncertainty or doubt of his feelings towards her. There was no reason to run away like the previous evening.
She closed her eyes when William's fingertips glided down her neck and rested on her shoulder. She had to lean against the wall for support when William's lips had replaced the trail his fingertips had just grazed. She opened her eyes to find out the reason for his abrupt stop on her shoulder.
William steadied his breathing, unaware of how it caused a slow burn on Elizabeth's skin. He was losing himself in the soft skin of her neck, collarbone, and shoulder. He stopped himself, realizing he almost ventured towards the part of her that her dress covered up. He felt her eyes on him and when William looked at Elizabeth, he realized there was another part of her he had not yet savored.
Elizabeth leaned against the wall for support because of the unexpected ardor with which William kissed her. Her fingers were entangled in William's hair which caused him to deepen his kisses. Her head rested on his arm that braced the wall for support and she felt his other hand, at first try to find a way around her, but when it discovered she was pinned to the wall, he took hold of her waist and drew her closer to him.
She did not think that she could refuse William anything, but when his hand on her waist slid up the bodice of her dress, she pulled away before it reached its destination.
Her breathing was heavy. "Do you give this kind of tour all the time?"
It took a moment for her words to sink in. A feeling of panic overcame him when he realized he probably tried to go too far so soon after they had just reconciled. "I-I-" He looked at her and was relieved to see the playful smile that he loved. He hesitated before he said, "No. This is a special tour."
Elizabeth looked down. "How-how often do you give these special tours?"
William raised her chin and saw a look of concern in her eyes. "This is the first." He caressed her cheek. In a playful tone, he added, "I told you, I'm not very good with tours, and I suppose more so with these special tours."
Elizabeth smiled and reached out for his hand and squeezed it. She bit her lip before she said, "How does this special tour end?"
He felt the back of his neck burn. "How do you want it to end?"
Elizabeth took a deep breath. "I-I was just wondering . . . is there," she cleared her throat, "is there a certain room included on this special tour?"
William looked at her for a moment. Her brow was wrinkled and she had let go of his hand and crossed her arms. "You don't think-Do you think I brought you here because-I don't expect you to-" He ran his hand through his hair, "Elizabeth, I would never-wait, of course I would-I mean, I would-if you wanted-" He took a deep breath and took her hands into his. "Only when you're ready."
A slow smile spread on her lips. "Thank you."
He squeezed her hands. "Maybe it's time I walked you to your room."
She nodded. "I'd like that."
He led her out of the music room, pleased that she did not let go of one of his hands. Something in him stirred when she rested her head on his shoulder while they walked towards her room. He knew his feelings for her were deeper than hers. Instead of being disappointed, William felt up to the challenge of some how convincing this extraordinary woman that he was worth her affection and he also hoped her love.
Elizabeth sorted out her feelings for William. Before the evening had begun, she had no idea that it would have such an outcome. She had hoped for a pleasant evening with William, but this, this exceeded her expectations. Not only had they cleared up their misunderstanding, but she had learned William had always cared for her. She was overjoyed at the fact, but when they had admitted how much they cared for each other, she became aware of another possibility.
At first, she thought their passionate moment in the music room would lead to even more intimate activities, but when he said, "Only when you're ready," she realized his feelings may be deeper than she thought. Elizabeth was not sure how to feel. For two weeks she thought William did not care about her, then to find out that he did care, and he possibility that he- No. It's not possible. She would not even let herself think of the 'L' word.
William saw her shake her head. "So, you don't want to go to your room tonight?"
Elizabeth blinked. "What? Wait, what did you-" She stopped when she saw the playful smile on his lips that she was beginning to recognize more and more. "You're incorrigible."
They ascended the final stair and continued walking towards Elizabeth's room.
William chuckled. "You can hardly blame me."
"Are we still on that special tour?"
"Maybe. Am I improving?"
One of the corners of her mouth was upturned. "You have no idea."
They reached her bedroom door.
"Well, here's my room."
William slid his arm around her waist. "Uh-huh."
"I suppose that means I should go."
He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. "I suppose." He nuzzled the mole on her collarbone.
Elizabeth giggled. "Why do I get the feeling you don't want me to go?"
"I don't know what makes you feel that way." He held her tighter.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. "What would people say if they found us out here in the morning?"
William breathed a kiss behind her ear. "Who says we had to be out here?"
Before Elizabeth could reply, William's lips had descended on hers. His ardent kiss left her breathless. All she managed to say was, "Incorrigible."
He smiled. William traced the outline of her jaw and looked at her for a moment then let out a short breath. "Do you know how difficult it was to sleep last night, knowing you were a few feet away under the same roof?"
"I didn't know I could be so difficult." A playful smile spread across her lips. "You seemed to be fine when I fell asleep at your other place and had to spend the night."
"Actually, that time was more difficult than this."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow. "You seem to be full of struggles." She looked at him for a moment. "Why was that time more difficult?"
He let go of her and looked down. "We were alone."
Elizabeth stifled her amusement when she saw the sudden change in his behavior. How he could go from incredibly flirty and confident to shy in an almost school boy way puzzled her. But, whatever had caused it, it made her want him even more.
"You should go in."
She was supposed to be the one politely refusing him. "Alright." Elizabeth waited for him to say good night, but he did not. He had his hands in his pockets now and when she tried to read his expression, she was not sure what to think. She could see the desire in his eyes, but it also seemed like he was struggling to hide it.
"What are you doing in the morning?"
His eyebrows shot up. "Nothing."
"Well. . . maybe if I woke up a little earlier than today. . ."
He smiled. "You wouldn't mind?"
"Well, I'll make an exception in this case."
He chuckled. "Thank you."
"Good night." She gave him a quick kiss.
"Night."
Elizabeth smiled at him before she went into her room.
William walked at a slow pace back to his room. He wanted her and he had a feeling she wanted him too. However, he did not want her just to want him, not just for tonight. If they were going to be together, in anyway, he did not want her to have any regrets or doubts about it. He was not sure how long it would take Elizabeth to feel the same way he did, but he was willing to wait.