Falling for Mr. Darcy
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She bit her lip to keep her composure as she saw her husband erupt in what started as a gentle laugh but grew to a hearty bounce of his shoulders in humor. She began to laugh, too, as she stepped towards him. Putting her palm on his chest, she pushed him backwards, pretending to be displeased. “You, sir, are in trouble. And to think you have only been married a few hours.” She shook her head at him.
Darcy covered his face to try to calm his amusement and play along with her for a moment. He schooled his features into a repentant face before saying, “If you promise not to cut off your hair or run off to join the Navy, you may wear those anytime you wish around Pemberley.” He burst into laughter again and could barely manage to add, “There are many fine trees to live in there, but I hope you will consent to live with me.”
Elizabeth could not contain herself any longer. She laughed and continued to push him backwards until he edged up against a piece of furniture.
“I will not cut my hair if it pleases you, sir. But I make no promises about the Navy, William,” she teased.
Her use of his name once again captured his interest, and he gathered her into his arms. His chuckles softened to a pleased smile. “You are so beautiful when you are angry, my dear wife.”
“Is that so?” Elizabeth asked charmingly. “I hope you will not often make me cross just to see me thus.”
Darcy brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face as he kissed her brow. “I will try my best to please you, Elizabeth,” he said, laughing softly against her skin, leaving her breathless. “If only to keep you from the Navy.”
Elizabeth boldly encircled her arms around his neck and watched with amazement as the simple act seemed to make his eyes grow darker. “I am glad to hear it, William.”
Darcy smiled at his wife and thanked the heavens she was his. He leaned down and kissed her lips tenderly. Pulling back only slightly, he whispered, “Now, Elizabeth, I wish to demonstrate just how seriously I take one particular vow I made today.” He kissed her lips again.
Elizabeth’s heart was beating nearly out of her chest, and she was barely able to manage a whispered, “And which one was that, William?”
He kissed her sweetly on the cheek and then on the ear. “‘With my body, I thee worship,’” he said, before returning to kiss her lips again.
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