It was not a matter of her being brave. It was a matter of trust, and Lizzy trusted Fitzwilliam Darcy.
While Darcy brushed her hair, Lizzy told her husband of the embarrassing conversation she had had with Jane.
“I am sure I shocked her by not having a lady’s maid help me to undress.”
“But why should you be some quaking creature hiding under the covers? It is so different in the wild. When I was in North America, I lived very close to a pack of wolves, and the mating pairs would have a splendid courtship of nuzzling and nibbling and sleeping side by side, and before they performed the act, they whipped their tails at each other and jumped all about. It was a joyous experience, not something to be got through.”
“Are you going to whip your tail at me?” Lizzy asked. Darcy immediately put down the brush. After helping Lizzy out of her dress, he tried to untie her stays, but they were knotted.
“Who tied your stays?” Darcy asked.
“My mother laced me up.”
“Oh, I see. Your mother hopes to delay the inevitable.”
“Don’t be silly. I am sure it was unconsciously done.”
“Hmmm.” Darcy tried to unknot the laces, but the stays stayed on. “I am going to have to cut the ties.”
“Oh no, you are not. These are the only stays I have with me.”
“Then borrow another from Jane tomorrow.”
“How am I supposed to explain that? My husband could not wait and cut right through my ties?” Lizzy started to laugh, which only made the chore more difficult.
Finally, he walked with her to the bed and told her to bend over.
“Sir?”
“By bending over, you will round your back, and it will be easier that way.” Finally the knot came undone, and Lizzy was left standing in her chemise.
“I have a very pretty nightgown,” she said, looking down at her plain cotton gown.
“You are going to get out of this nightgown to put another one on?” Darcy asked confused.
“Well, it is silk and very pretty. I bought it in London.”
“Do what you want, but it seems redundant to me.”
“Will, you are not being romantic at all. This is not how I pictured my wedding night.”
“So you have been thinking about our wedding night?” he asked, slipping his hands around her waist. “So have I.”
“I am sure my thoughts were quite different from yours.”
“Really?” Darcy asked as he ran his hand along her neck, exposing her shoulder.
“Yes, really.”
“Lizzy, be honest.” But his wife said nothing, refusing to confirm the obvious. “After you remove your stockings, why don’t we get in bed?”
“Can I not leave them on? My feet are cold.” Her feet were the only part of her body that was.
“I shall warm them up for you.” He reached up under her nightgown and rolled down the first stocking and then the second. After doing so, Darcy quickly shed his boots, breeches, and blouse before climbing into bed with his wife. When they were both under the covers, Darcy ran his hand down her body before reaching under her nightgown.
“You said you were going to warm my feet first,” she said, whispering in his ear.
“They will be warm in a minute. I promise,” and he pulled the covers over their heads.
Chapter 33
Darcy traced the outline of Lizzy’s face with the back of his hand. He hated to disturb her at such an early hour, especially since they had so little sleep. He would have preferred to wake her up by making love to her again, but they had to get started on the first leg of their journey. It had been a mistake to agree to the December 24th date for their wedding. It would have been better if he had insisted that they wait until after his transformation, and he should have allowed more time to get to Pemberley. He had wanted their first nightfall together as husband and wife to go smoothly, without any hiccups, but here he was trying to rouse his wife from her sleep when they should have been lying in each other’s arms.
Lizzy placed her hand on her husband’s and kissed it and waited for him to return her kiss, but when she opened her eyes, she saw that he was dressed and ready to leave. She quickly sat up and looked up into his beautiful green eyes.
“I shall get ready quickly, Will.” After hugging her, he said that he would be back in fifteen minutes to take her overnight bag downstairs. Lizzy went to the mirror and grimaced at what she saw. Because her hair was so curly, she braided it every night except, of course, last night. As a result, she looked as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning. “He must really love me or he would have run away,” Lizzy said, smiling.
A very sleepy Jane and Charles were waiting for them in the breakfast room. As requested, only tea, coffee, and porridge had been prepared for the travelers, and Georgiana, who was known to sleep half the morning away, looked as if she might fall face first into her bowl.
Despite it being Christmas morning, Jane had a long face on her, and because his wife was sad, Charles looked equally forlorn. In order to avoid tearful good-byes, Lizzy made quick work of breakfast, and after kissing Jane and hugging Charles, she walked straight out the door and into the carriage. Darcy lingered a little longer, but if they were to arrive at Mr. Gowland’s house before dark, they needed to leave now.
Mrs. Brotherton and Georgiana barely managed to remain awake for the twelve miles to the inn where they changed carriages. There was nothing pretty or comfortable about their new conveyance, but it would get them where they needed to go and quickly. As expected, Mercer had everything ready, and after a brief respite, the four travelers got into their coach with Mercer driving and Metcalf remaining behind with the Darcy carriage and horses.
The motion of the carriage soon rocked Georgiana and her lady’s maid to sleep, and with no one to see them, Lizzy slid over so that she might cuddle with Darcy. After she had unbuttoned one of his buttons, she slipped her hand inside her husband’s coat. Yes, after last night he was definitely her husband, and the memory of their wedding night brought a smile to her face.
As soon as they had gotten into bed, they had immediately begun to make love. Not wishing to cause his wife any pain, Darcy had entered her slowly, but that was the only slow thing they did. Not having anything to compare it to, he was afraid things were going too fast. But when Lizzy wrapped her legs around his and pulled him deeper inside her, he realized that she needed this as much as he did, and he surrendered.
Lizzy had rested her head on his chest, and in the silence, she could hear his heartbeat. She could also hear the change in his breathing, letting her know that he had fallen asleep, and she had dozed off as well. But neither had slept for long, and she soon felt his weight upon her once again.
As the night wore on, with the fire nothing more than glowing embers, the room had grown cold, and Lizzy moved next to her husband for warmth; he pulled her closely to him so that their bodies took the same shape. That was all it took, and since they were only half awake, their lovemaking had a dreamlike quality to it, and it was slower and sweeter, and he was beginning to know how best to please her. Everything she did pleased him.
As the carriage continued to rumble toward the Gowlands’ residence, Darcy and Elizabeth spoke of their wedding day. He told her how beautiful she had looked, and she returned the compliment. They spoke of the children they would have, but not before their first anniversary. Lizzy was in agreement with her husband on this because she had seen the effect Jane’s pregnancy had on her marriage. Now, all talk was about their little bundle, and as she had grown bigger, Jane tired easily. Lizzy did not want that—not yet.
When Darcy shared with Elizabeth that Antony had known of his other incarnation for eight years, she wasn’t all that surprised. “When he visited Aunt Gardiner, I had the impression that he was not there just because he was being nosy, which he most definitely is, but because he wanted to take my measure. Now I know why. He was trying to protect you.”
“Not just me. He wanted to be sure that you knew I was a werewolf, and he came away believing that you
