Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star

don’t mind. It’s just that last time, we had a little bit of trouble reaching the bedroom.”

Elizabeth spun in his arms and determinedly kissed his self-satisfied grin away.

After a few moments, he pulled back and studied her face thoughtfully. “Can we talk now?”

Elizabeth bit her lip. “We can try.”

He guided her to the bed and they lay down together. Elizabeth was burning for him, but she was afraid enough of a repeat of last time that she was willing to go slowly.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened that morning,” he began. Elizabeth snuggled close to him and rested her head against his. “And I realized something. I realized that it’s not that I want you to be mine, Elizabeth; it’s that I want to be yours.”

Elizabeth heard the plaintive loneliness in his voice and she wrapped him up as close as she could. “You are mine,” she assured him. “Didn’t you hear that in the song?”

Darcy stared at her with a look of utter confusion. “What song?”

“The song I emailed you.”

“What?”

“I sent you a song,” Elizabeth exclaimed. Then she slowed down and tried to explain. “I’ve been thinking too, all the time,” she smiled ruefully, “and I tried to reach you. I went to the loft the morning after the VMAs and you were gone, so I went home and I wrote a song.”

Darcy’s eyes got progressively larger as he listened to her story. “You came to the loft?” he asked, his expression incredulous.

Elizabeth nodded as she sat up. “I tried to send you the song, but I didn’t have your email address, so I had Caro forward it to you.”

“Oh my God,” Darcy breathed as he sprang out of bed to the computer sitting on a desk beside the window. Elizabeth joined him. “When was it sent?” Darcy asked as he brought up his mail file. Elizabeth was shocked to find a dozen unread messages, all from Caroline.

“A week ago Thursday. That’s it, the forward,” she said, pointing. “Here, let me,” she told him as she sat down and took the mouse from him.

“I never read emails from Caro,” Darcy explained haltingly.

Elizabeth was stopped from asking why as she heard her song coming from the speakers. Her lips moved along with the words as she looked up nervously at him.

Sometimes the feelings are just too strong.
They overwhelm our hearts, and make us weak.
Sometimes, you need some distance to think.
And then, you can speak.
Let’s talk about it.
When you touched me, you gave me a reason to hope.
You gave me more to think about than my fears.
When you left me, you took away the key
To the answers and left me with just my tears.
So now, I need to find my own truth,
To trust in what I believe,
To give you the courage of my faith,
And see where the future leads.
I believe you.
In your heart you know it’s right.
I hear what you’ve been trying to say.
I’ve pushed out my pride and opened my eyes,
And I see us in a new way.

Slowly, he sat beside her, his eyes bright with wonder. He trembled with her song. “This is for me?” he whispered.

Elizabeth nodded, her arms reaching out to caress him. “You were right, Fitzwilliam, I couldn’t make love like that without being in love.”

The sound of his name on her voice tore through him and he grasped her close, covering her in kisses as he rubbed his face in her hair, letting her sweet fragrance wash over him.

Her lips quivered, her heart swelling with the love she needed to express to him. “You are so bright, so powerful, so sexy, and you terrified me because you were so sure of your feelings. But I know now, I knew within ten minutes of walking out of that loft, that I needed to go back to you. And that scared me too.” Her voice shook with the deep emotion running through her.

Darcy was kissing her, his lips pressing against her neck and moving up to her jaw. “I love you,” she cried before his lips found hers once more. They kissed hungrily, as all their yearnings were released.

“Lizzy,” he moaned between kisses, “I love you, my dearest.”

Elizabeth let out a sharp cry of relief. “I worried I would never hear you say that again,” she whispered happily through her tears.

Darcy merely pressed her close, so their two hearts were beating against each other, and held her until Elizabeth recovered and started placing featherlight kisses along his neck. Then he released her and sat back on his heels, his eyes dark. “You’re feeling better?”

Elizabeth nodded uncertainly.

Darcy’s mouth curled into a wicked smile. “Good, because we have some unfinished business, my love.” He returned to kissing her while slowly working her sundress up. When he stopped kissing her to pull it over her head, Elizabeth cooperated by extending her arms. She didn’t know what he was up to, but she recognized that expression on his face and knew whatever it was, she would enjoy it.

Darcy tossed the dress aside and returned his gaze to Elizabeth. Slowly his eyes traveled up her form, observing every inch of her body. Elizabeth assisted by sitting up in the chair, pushing her breasts forward and spreading her legs. She felt very sexy as she watched him examine her with his eyes, still fully dressed.

She hoped he was excited by what he found: Elizabeth was wearing under the dress a strapless hot pink bra and matching satin panties. He reached out to touch the soft satin and compare it to the smoothness of her skin. “You’re beautiful, Elizabeth,” he murmured as he returned to her lips.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and let his mouth devour hers, delighting in the feel of his suit fabric against her bare skin. She sighed softly as Darcy’s hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and massaging them until she whimpered with need, then she gasped in relief as his hand slipped into her bra to touch her skin. “Better?” he whispered, his warm breath in her ear.

Elizabeth nodded and reached behind her and quickly unfastened the bra, eager to be free of it. Darcy wasted no time in grasping both breasts in his hands, as he kissed her deeply.

“Lizzy, I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all day. Your breasts are so soft and full. You’re so beautiful.”

Elizabeth whimpered slightly.

“Stand up, Lizzy.”

Elizabeth didn’t want the pleasure to stop, but he repeated his request, so she stood, leaning a hand on his shoulder for support. As she stood, Darcy’s hands slid down her sides to the full curve of her hips and he hooked the panties with his thumbs. Smoothly he drew them down until she was completely naked before him. He worshiped her with his eyes, overflowing with admiration and desire. Gently he eased her back into the chair and moved forward, placing himself between her legs.

“Dearest?” he asked. Elizabeth watched him, her eyes locked on his, like she was mesmerized. “Do you remember what I told you before?” Gently he placed his hands on her thighs and pushed her legs apart.

Elizabeth felt her breath coming in short gasps. She watched his eyes as he lowered his face to her core. When she felt his lips brush her, her eyes shut and her head slowly tipped back. Darcy’s hand continued to push