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Chapter Four: Affection

It had been a long time since Darcy had wanted to go on a date with someone, several years in fact. The fact that it was Elizabeth was even more disconcerting. If she were anyone else, dinner at his exclusive club would be enough to sweep her off her feet. No, it will take much more than that to impress Elizabeth. he bemoaned as he sank into his desk chair, defeated. He wanted to catch her off guard, as she had done to him so many times, but whenever he thought of a place, the phrase 'You're predictable' echoed in his ears.

He rubbed his temples in frustration. He needed help, but asking Richard or Charles was not an option. There was Jane, but that would undoubtedly get back to Charles. He chuckled ruefully at the irony; William Darcy, CEO, had no problem wining and dining the most demanding of clients, but taking Elizabeth out to dinner was damn near killing him. Suddenly, the name of his savior came to mind.

"Charlotte! I need your help!" came Elizabeth's desperate voice over the phone.

Charlotte sat back in a chair, a smug smile on her face. She stalled; she was going to enjoy this rare moment. "The ever capable Elizabeth Bennet needs my help?"

"Charlotte!" Elizabeth pleaded her usual aplomb all but gone. She paced about her bedroom.

Elizabeth's desperation caused Charlotte to sit upright. "Lizzy, what's going on?" It was one thing for Elizabeth to ask for help, but pleading?

Elizabeth stopped pacing in the middle of the room. "Promise you won't say a word to anyone?"

"Sure, but hurry up and tell me." Charlotte agreed impatiently.

Elizabeth plopped onto the edge of her bed. "I have a date." She closed her eyes and waited for Charlotte's reaction.

"You have a date?" Charlotte asked slowly in disbelief.

When Charlotte's expected effusions didn't come, Elizabeth realized she hadn't told her everything. "With William Darcy," she tentatively added. At Charlotte's first indiscernible shriek, she pulled the phone away from her ear. That was the reaction she had expected.

Charlotte finally calmed down enough to ask, "How can I help?"

"I have no idea what to wear!"

Charlotte laughed and said mischievously, "Nothing, if you want my opinion."

"Charlotte Collins!" Elizabeth scolded, which only made her friend laugh harder.

"So, where is 'Mr. Everyone Wants a Piece of Him' taking you?" Charlotte asked teasingly.

Elizabeth read her the note she received from him with the bouquet of orchids.

4:00 Saturday.

Millennium Park.

William Darcy

The note was hand written, the writing even and precise. Elizabeth smirked, knowing he had written it himself. She pictured him writing draft after draft of the card; the thought made her laugh. She fingered one of the orchids he had had sent with the note. The orchids are a nice touch, not the traditional roses.

"He's taking you to the park?" Charlotte asked incredulously, interrupting Elizabeth's thoughts. "Mr. 'Owns Half of Chicago', is taking you a free park?"

Elizabeth shrugged. "I guess."

"Gina, I need your help." Darcy said in a cautious, but desperate, voice.

"William! What's going on?" Georgiana asked, concerned. William never asked for help, especially not from her. Being over ten years younger, William held every advantage.

Darcy took a deep breath; this wasn't going to be easy. "I need help planning a date." He said as quickly as possible. He held his breath anticipating her response, and was confused when he didn't receive one. "Gina?"

On the other end of the line, Gina sat dumbfounded, her mouth agape. She shook her head and looked perversely at the phone as if the message had been scrambled. "I'm sorry William. I thought you said you needed help planning a date," Gina finally said.

William sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I did." He silently cursed. It wasn't as if he never dated. So it was rare, especially these days, but not out of the realm of possibilities.

A tight lipped smile spread across Georgiana's face. "You asked a girl out?" she squealed in excitement.

Darcy groaned. Much harder than expected. "Yes. Her name is Elizabeth. But don't say a word to Richard or I won't tell you anything else."

Georgiana giggled. "Alright, I promise. Tell me about her."

Darcy could see the smile on Georgiana's face through the phone; her blue eyes staring at him in anticipation as she used to do when she was young. Darcy summarized his relationship with Elizabeth, telling her brief details on how they met, the kiss at the fundraiser, her friendship with Richard, and the fact that she was Charles Bingley's girlfriend's sister. He decided against telling her about the incident in the car.

Georgiana stifled her giggles through most the story. Near the end, however, it could no longer be contained. "I can't believe my big brother is finally in love." She squealed.

"I'm not in love" protested Darcy petulantly. "We barely know each other."

Georgiana laughed mockingly. "Very well; I would hate to see you plan a date for someone you loved then. You've probably already spent hours planning this one and don't even have a location selected."

Darcy groaned at the accuracy of her statement. But I'm not in love. Elizabeth is just...Elizabeth. "So where should I take her?" the desperation returning to his voice.

"Take her to the club. It's a nice place and she probably hasn't been there." Georgiana responded casually.

Exasperated, Darcy said, "No. I thought of that on my own, thank you. I have to do something I normally wouldn't do."

Unable to resist, she shot back, "You don't normally date."

Darcy rolled his eyes and silently grimaced. She was not making this easy. "Gina! Are you going to help me?" Darcy bit back.

If Darcy could have seen Georgiana's face, he would have laughed at the confused mien caused by his desperation. To her, he had always been the picture of self-assuredness and control. As it was, she simply said, "So none of the usual date restaurants?"

Darcy sighed. "No." A feeling of hopelessness started to invade his chest and he began to wonder if it would be worth the ribbing he would receive from Richard if he sought his help.

"Hmm...." Gina said thoughtfully, "Do any of the parks have warm picnic areas?"

Darcy contemplated the suggestion and his face suddenly brightened. "No, but you gave me the perfect idea. Thanks Gina!" he said excitedly.

"Well aren't you going to at least tell me what you decided?"

Darcy chuckled, feeling back in control. "Nope, not until after the date." It was time for a little payback, and he knew his response would irritate his sister.

Gina grunted, "Fine." She then added, "By the way, James is coming to Pemberely for Thanksgiving."

Darcy groaned. "Is this payback for not telling you my plans for the date?" He had not yet come to terms with the fact that his sister was in a serious relationship. After all, he was unmarried and more than a decade older.

"No, but if you don't tell me about it, I'll tell Mrs. Reynolds he doesn't need a separate bedroom."

"Georgiana Darcy!" Darcy barked disapprovingly.

Gina giggled. "Alright, separate bedrooms, but you had better call me after the date!"

After several iterations of trying on and discarding outfits, Elizabeth settled on a pair of navy blue causal dress pants, laced dress shoes, comfortable enough for walking, and a light blue cashmere sweater. So much for just friends she sighed, looking at herself in the mirror one last time. She grabbed her wool coat and headed out the door.

Darcy arrived in his usual khaki and blazer attire, with a wool coat to protect him from the cold. He caught sight of Elizabeth as she was leaning over the rail of the walking trail, watching the water below. He stood and watched her for couple minutes before approaching her. He was struck by how calm she appeared, wondering why he was so nervous. He placed an arm across her shoulder, and said softly, "Are you ready?" As they turned to walk, his arm never left its position; he would wait for a protest from Elizabeth before removing it. It never came.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Darcy smiled smugly. "Nope, it's a surprise."

Elizabeth threw him a suspicious look, making him laugh, but followed Darcy's lead.

Darcy led her to the nearby docks, and a wave of trepidation flooded her as they headed towards a small boat. Unconsciously, her steps began to slow, but picked up again at Darcy's gentle prodding. Her breath quickened and she swallowed several times as they began to make their way onto the boat. She didn't want to ruin tonight, certain Darcy had put a lot of time into preparations, but why did he have to choose a boat? "Are... Are we taking it out?" She choked out.

Lost in his own nervousness, Darcy smiled to himself at Elizabeth's excitement. "Only if you want to," he intoned. Elizabeth shook her head quickly and attempted to slow her breathing. It is staying docked, you'll be fine, she repeated to herself over and over, as he led her up the boat ramp.

When they were outside the main cabin, Darcy said in low tone, "Close your eyes." Elizabeth hesitated, but obeyed, following Darcy's lead slowly, her hand firmly grasping his.

As they entered the boat cabin, Darcy looked over everything, ensuring it was to his liking. Then positioned himself where he could get the best view of her face and whispered, "Open your eyes." Elizabeth opened her eyes and a broad smile slowly crept across her face; her eyes were twinkling and she was surprisingly speechless.

In the center of the cabin was a low table containing a full spread of wine, cheese, sandwiches, fruit, cookies, and tartlets. Around the table, piles of pillows were arranged. To the left, a fire was burning in a fireplace, with two chairs placed in front of it; and on the other side of the room, was a window with a comfortable looking bench seat underneath. If she hadn't walked up the ramp herself, Elizabeth would never have known she was on a boat.

A pleased smile crossed Darcy's face at her reaction. It was everything he had hoped.

Without warning, Elizabeth jumped into the pile of pillows with a giggling shriek, causing Darcy to laugh as he followed leisurely behind. There was a nervous moment of silence as Darcy settled next to her on the pillows. Elizabeth tightly pursed her lips to prevent a giggle from being released as she watched his tall figure shift, trying to find a comfortable sitting position at the table. Once they were both situated, Darcy opened the wine and poured them each a glass.

"Thank you for the flowers; they were really beautiful." Elizabeth said with a warm smile, opening the conversation. "I love orchids." Then playfully added with a wink, "Next time, you should make sure I'm in the office though."

Darcy visibly grimaced. "Oh."

Elizabeth chuckled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Anne had a great time telling me about them over the phone. I hope this wasn't supposed to be a secret date."

The two talked through dinner about family, books they were reading, books they had read, favorite authors, art, movies, hobbies, school, and even politics. Though their jobs were what consumed the majority of each of their lives, they both either consciously or unconsciously avoided the subject.

They were stretched out comfortably on the pillows, conversing, when Elizabeth asked, "Do I dare ask how long it took you to plan this?"

Darcy chuckled and faintly blushed. "Just know I had to call in reinforcements." His eyes softened as he looked directly at her. "You, Elizabeth, are not an easy person to impress."

Elizabeth threw a small pillow at him, hitting him squarely in the face. Darcy dismissed the pillow and put a hand on his glass of wine. "Elizabeth, you're going to spill something," he said in a parental tone.

Elizabeth looked at him incredulously. Has he never been in a pillow fight? Does he not see an obvious flirt when it hits him in the face, literally? She picked up two more and threw them at him. He managed to dodge them both with a chuckle. Then, before she could fully re-arm herself, he drank the last of the wine in his glass and moved towards her. He prevented her from launching the soft weapons by grabbing her hands and pulling her close to him. His eyes shone with clear intent. It was a firm, but gentle kiss that melted Elizabeth.

They stared at each other, their eyes soft and tender. "I can't pretend anymore," Darcy whispered, cupping her cheek in his hand. Elizabeth responded by leaning into him with a lingering kiss.

He pulled her closer to him and their kisses deepened, so full of emotion. As the kisses continued, they turned heated and passionate, each drinking in the taste of the other; their long suppressed desire being released in the private, unrestrained environment. It had been years since either had felt such powerful desire, and for the moment, they both surrendered to it.

As Darcy felt the last of his self-control slipping away, a wave of anxiety coursed through him and he pulled away. "Elizabeth. Please. I need to stop," he said gasping for breath.

It took a moment to comprehend that he had spoken and what he had said. All she could comprehend was that he had stopped his wonderful ministrations. She returned a questioning, but surprised look. It turned to concern and confusion upon seeing what could only be described as fear in Darcy's eyes.

Darcy closed his eyes, taking a moment to gather his wits and then whispered, "Elizabeth, I think I'm falling in love with you. I've never been affected by someone the way I am by you and it scares the hell out of me." He took a fortifying deep breath and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry. I'm not ready for this. I need to take things slower." He closed his eyes, waiting for her reaction, bracing himself for her hate and anger.

With a violent turn, Elizabeth pulled away from him. "Damn it, William!" She whispered in a stern but not angry voice. Extricating herself from the pillows, she walked to the far side of the cabin, and stood staring out the window at the lights of the city.

Darcy lay motionless trying to sort through the torrent of emotions coursing through him. His body was literally aching with desire, yet his mind was vehemently objecting. He didn't understand what was happening to him; his heart and his mind seemed to do constant battle where Elizabeth was concerned. He wasn't ready to be in love, but everything in him ached for her. He felt a deep need to be near her, and that scared him; needy and scared were not emotions he understood.

Her words cut him deeply, but he knew he deserved them. He could not blame her for being angry; it was the second time he had pulled her in and then just as quickly pushed her away.

Feeling a bit more in control of himself, he slowly walked over to her. It gave him a few more seconds to figure out what to say. Standing directly behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry... I... I... " he stuttered in a low voice.

"It's not your fault," Elizabeth muttered, interrupting him, tears in her voice. She continued, talking to the reflection in the window. "It's not you. My life is simple. I work, I do some volunteering, and occasionally I go out with some friends." She turned to face him. "I like simple. I need simple. I don't want to have to answer to another person, to be obligated to call every day or go out on a date. Work is my life right now and I like it that way." She huffed, turning back to the window.

Darcy smiled with warmth and understanding. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and said softly, "I understand."

Elizabeth turned violently to face him again and exclaimed in exasperation, "That's the problem! I knew you would! You're probably the only man who would!" She sighed audibly and leaned her forehead against his chest. "Which is what makes it really hard not to fall for you," she added, her voice trailing off.

Darcy stood rooted to the floor unable to think clearly, yet trying to comprehend the situation. He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in his arms and tell her nothing else mattered but the two of them, but he knew that wasn't true. She likes me, but she doesn't want a relationship. I'm insanely attracted to her, but everything is happening too fast. He tipped Elizabeth's chin up to face him, placing his other arm around her waist. Looking directly at her, his face open and vulnerable, he said in low tones, "Neither of us is ready for a serious relationship, so let's just see where it leads. No one else has to know. No commitments. No expectations."

Elizabeth searched his face, trying to find the hidden motive or meaning, but found only sincerity. He had meant everything he said. "No expectations." She murmured softly to herself. He made it sound so simple. He pulled her close to him in a warm embrace and placed a firm kiss on the top of her head.

Not letting her out of his arms, Darcy stretched out on the bench underneath the window, supporting Elizabeth against his chest. Words at this moment were not necessary, even if either of them knew what to say.

The silence was interrupted when Elizabeth's cell phone rang. After some hesitation, she looked at the caller ID and groaned, "It's Cas."

With a wicked grin, Darcy said, "Go ahead."

Elizabeth sat up, though still easily within Darcy's reach. "Cas, this better be important." Elizabeth answered sharply, receiving a smirk from Darcy.

"Sorry Liz, are you busy?" replied a confused Richard.

"I'm on a date, Cas." Elizabeth responded casually, trying not to bust out laughing at Darcy's astonished face. She wasn't sure if he was genuinely surprised she had been so forthcoming with Richard, or if he was trying to imitate Richard's reaction to her statement.

Richard laughed. "Oh good, I didn't want to interrupt anything important. Ben and Jerry's can wait, right?"

"Very funny, Cas." Elizabeth responded dryly. "What do you need?"

Richard's nose scrunched and his brow furrowed at her response. Confusion evident in his voice, he asked, "Seriously, Liz? You're on a date?"

Slapping Darcy's now wandering hands, Elizabeth replied, "Yeah Cas, I'm on a date with your cousin." She added just enough of a sarcastic tone not to sound serious.

Richard replied cheerfully, "Well, last time I checked, hell hadn't frozen over. Anyway, I was wondering if you have the Christmas party plans finalized."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes in disbelief. He was interrupting her date for Christmas party plans! Trying not to sound annoyed, she replied, "Yes, I was going to go over them with you tomorrow. You're going to be around right?"

"Yep. I'll be at the hospital same time you are." After a brief pause, Richard said, "Liz, are things okay?"

Knowing what he was really asking, she replied, "Yeah Cas, we're fine. Everything is fine."

Now bored with the conversation, Darcy began planting light kisses on Elizabeth. Her control of the situation quickly fading, she said, "Cas, I gotta go." Without waiting for a response, she hung up. She then turned on Darcy, laughing, "You are a wicked man!"

Darcy replied with a toothy grin. "Richard..." Elizabeth quieted him with an urgent kiss. They settled back down on the bench, Elizabeth once again supported against Darcy. Kisses were exchanged until they both felt their self control slipping. They then settled into a chaste embrace, content to be with each other.

Neither of them knew how to sit still for long, at least mentally. Elizabeth's mind raced with all the reasons the relationship couldn't or wouldn't work, and Darcy's thoughts were not far from those. They worked for rival companies, they both worked long hours, traveled all the time, neither of them were ready to commit to a serious relationship, and they were stubborn, opinionated, and often disagreed. She was carefree, larger than life; he was stoic and serious. Breaking a long silence, Elizabeth whispered, "William?"

He responded with a kiss on her head.

"This is insane, right?"

Darcy chuckled, realizing her thoughts had been down the same path as his. "Right now," he murmured, "it doesn't matter," as he tightened his arms around her.

"Lizzy!" Jane yelled, breaking Elizabeth out of her daydream.

"Sorry Jane. You were saying?" Elizabeth replied, hoping her sister wouldn't ask any questions.

"Thanksgiving. Are you sure you'll be okay driving alone?"

Elizabeth smiled reassuringly. "Of course, Jane. It's only a couple hours, there has been very little snow, and the weather forecast is clear. By the way, how did Mamma take it when you said you weren't coming home?"

Jane rolled her eyes. "You can only imagine."

Elizabeth laughed. "I take it you didn't tell her what Charles does for a living."

Jane blushed guiltily. "I told her he was in construction."

"Failed to mention he was Mister Construction?" She said teasing.

At Jane's nod, Elizabeth grinned wickedly. "I'm giving you fair warning. If my patience runs out because you're not there, I'm not responsible for anything I might say."

Jane's eyes grew wide in horror. "You wouldn't!" She hissed.

Elizabeth laughed.

"I wish you were coming. I can only put up with Caroline so much, and other than Charles, I don't know anyone else very well."

"You'll be fine Jane. I hear William's sister is nice, and you can always hang out with Cas." Elizabeth said casually.

"Darcy's sister? Do you know her?" Jane probed.

Elizabeth froze realizing she may have revealed more than she wanted to. "No, no, I just... William said she was friendly."

Jane nodded suspiciously, but decided to press the issue at another time. "Oh, Charles is having a holiday party a week from Friday. Will you come? I don't think we'll see each other before Thanksgiving otherwise."

Elizabeth suddenly felt a pang of loneliness. Just about everyone she knew in Chicago was leaving. She said quietly, "Sure. I'll be there."

Darcy drove Elizabeth to Charles' holiday party. As they were nearing the house, Darcy asked casually, "Have you told Jane yet?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No, but I guess we better say something soon."

"Unless you changed your mind about coming to Pemberley for Thanksgiving..." Darcy said in a half hopeful voice.

Elizabeth looked out the passenger window in an effort to maintain her resolve. "William, it's too soon for me." A glance told her he was disappointed. She could see it in the way he concentrated on the road.

"You'll have your own room. There won't be any pressure. I promise." Darcy said trying to sound casual.

"William, I'm not ready for that." Elizabeth replied a little exasperated.

Darcy backed off. "Alright. But we have to say something to Jane and Charles tonight then." To Elizabeth's questioning and suspicious look, he answered with a little annoyance in his voice, "No, I'm not going ask them to persuade you, but Gina knows about us and she's going to be at Pemberley."

"She can't keep a secret?" Elizabeth asked a little brusquely.

Darcy smirked. "There are only two people Gina can't hide things from, Richard and me."

Elizabeth cringed; definitely a bit of information to keep in mind in the future. That was not all that was bothering her though. She felt a twinge of guilt for not having told Richard about their relationship yet; she intended to, she just hadn't figured out how, or for that matter, who should tell him. "I know… once Cas knows, everyone will."

Darcy chuckled.

Taking the cowardly route, Elizabeth asked, "So, who is going to tell Cas?"

Darcy shrugged. "I'll let Gina."

"Fine by me. I'm not going to be there."

Darcy cringed, realizing he would have to suffer Richard's inquisition and jabs alone. "Okay, when do you want to tell Charles and Jane?"

Elizabeth sat thoughtfully, playing with her lip. "Let's wait and see if it comes up tonight. If it doesn't, I'll tell Jane tomorrow."

Darcy took Elizabeth's hand in his, keeping an eye on the road. A content smile crossed his lips as he felt Elizabeth gently squeeze his hand in return.

By the time they arrived, Charles' party was in full swing; people were everywhere. As they entered the house, Caroline, who had apparently been keeping guard at the door, glared icily at Elizabeth and attached herself to Darcy. "Will," she said sweetly, dressed in flattering cream and burgundy dress. "I'm so looking forward to Thanksgiving. I just love Pemberley."

Darcy scowled. "Caroline, where is Charles?" More than ever he wished he could exchange one guest for another.

"He's probably in the kitchen helping that Jane with something or other." She replied haughtily. Elizabeth walked ahead of the two to the kitchen and greeted Jane with the usual hug and a hello to Charles. Untangling himself from Caroline, Darcy stood next to Elizabeth, taking one of her hands. "Jane, I'm pleased to hear you're coming to Pemberley."

Jane smiled. "It was kind of you to invite me." With a playful smile directed towards Elizabeth she added, "I tried to get Lizzy to come as well, but she had already promised to go home."

Caroline's face brightened at the news. "Oh, that is unfortunate." She failed, if she even tried, to hide her pleasure at the news. "Where is home, Eliza?"

Elizabeth smiled politely. "Milwaukee."

"Country folk!" Caroline squealed, loud enough to gain a few glances from the others in the room. "How quaint! Charles, you always did have a soft spot for the simple folk." She patted Charles on the arm as she made her way closer to Darcy. "You should take a lesson from Will. He has always had an eye for the more refined." She said as she wrapped her arm around Darcy's.

Darcy saw Charles' shoulders tensing with anger, and felt hostility exuding from Elizabeth as she squeezed his hand. He already had enough of Caroline this evening. Taking Elizabeth completely by surprise, Darcy wrapped his arms around her and gave her a deep, lingering kiss.

The room immediately fell silent and everyone heard Caroline's audible, indignant gasp, followed by her footsteps as she stormed out of the room.

Gathering her wits and seeing the stunned faces around them, Elizabeth turned crimson from head to toe. It took her only another second to throw Darcy a dark, wrathful glare before she too stormed out of the room.

Briefly comprehending the gaping mouths around him, Darcy closed his eyes in regret and went after her. He found her on the front porch pacing angrily.

"Elizabeth, I'm sorry." He said, grabbing her by the shoulders gently.

"You're sorry? You just made a complete spectacle out of me, out of us, and 'I'm sorry' is supposed to be enough?" She yelled.

Darcy let her pace a little longer before gently coaxing her over to the swing. After sitting her down, he knelt in front of her. "I'm sorry. Caroline made me angry insulting you and Jane like that. I wanted to shut her up in the most effective way I knew how." Elizabeth snorted but Darcy continued. "I want her to know how I feel about you. I'm hoping she'll back off now, especially since I'm going to have to spend Thanksgiving weekend with her."

Elizabeth looked at him sternly, trying to stay angry, but failing. "I suppose you expect me to buy that story." Darcy flashed a disarming smile, and planted a kiss on each of her hands.

Elizabeth scolded him, though with a smile. "Next time, just shut Caroline up, not the entire room."

Darcy let out a chuckle. "Alright," he said, kissing her hand again. "I think Jane and Charles have a few questions for us. Will you come back in with me?"

"I suppose, but it will cost you."

Darcy looked at her suggestively. "I'll take my chances." Standing, he pulled her off the swing towards him, kissing her deeply on the lips.

When the kiss was broken, Elizabeth said breathlessly, "Damn it, William."

Darcy grinned triumphantly and led her back into the house. They made their way back to a waiting Jane and Charles while pointedly ignoring the stares and whispers from the other people in attendance.

"Charles, will Caroline be alright?" Darcy asked, not giving him or anyone else a chance to start asking questions. Elizabeth looked at Jane and returned her broad grin with a blushing one.

Charles, obviously still angry with his sister, snorted, "She deserved it." His voice turned softer as he nodded toward Elizabeth. "Since when?"

Elizabeth looked at Darcy expectantly, indicating he was to answer the questions. "A couple of weeks." He answered.

"It's about time!" Jane and Charles said in unison. They continued to express their happiness with hugs and pats on the shoulder.

Caroline was not seen again that evening.

Chapter Five: Thanksgiving

Darcy examined the invitations his secretary had organized into three piles - attending, not attending, and undecided. He had trained Monica well; she knew precisely what functions he would or should attend to maintain his status and reputation in the community and which ones didn't matter. He sighed heavily as he handed her back the invites; he hated this time of year. He didn't mind the organizations themselves; many he heartily supported. Nor was he distressed with the cost of attending the benefits or the contributions they were seeking; his parents had taught him that it was his duty to give back to those less fortunate, and he believed it. It was the silly social requirements the invitations implied that he abhorred: the black ties, the dinners, the inane speeches, the exaggerated sentiments of gratitude, and the fake smiles. If attendance was not required, I would donate more!

"Two in attendance?" Monica asked, adding the invitations to her stack of manila file folders.

Darcy replied grimly, "Yes. Two." As always. Then a happy thought occurred to him; his 'date' would not be the usual arm candy, but Elizabeth. Each invitation would give him yet another chance to dance with her; to have her near him. The memory of her at the VA fundraiser, where he had first tasted her sweetness, flashed before him. Perhaps they are not all bad.

Monica interrupted his daydream by lightly clearing her throat. Darcy felt his cheeks grow warm, and hoped he had successfully suppressed the groan he felt rising in his chest at the memory of her lips. His secretary's face betrayed no such action on his part, but then she always did maintain a professional demeanor. As if she could read his thoughts, though, she asked, "Shall I have these dates confirmed with Miss Bennet's secretary?"

Monica was happy to see Darcy taking an interest in someone. She was dying to inquire about the woman and the date, but knew it was not her place. She could not help but notice, however, his softer demeanor and the way his usual serious brow was slightly more relaxed these days. If that wasn't proof enough of his good fortune, she swore she saw the smallest of smiles peeking out this morning. This, in addition to what could only be described as a daydream, she took as a signs that things with Miss Bennet were going well.

Darcy smirked at his ever observant secretary. "No, Monica." he said in a light voice that betrayed his amusement. "Just email me a list of dates and the name of the charity; I will speak with Miss Bennet."

Neatly gathering the stack of papers and folders from their ritual morning meeting, Monica headed back to her office. She hesitated just before exiting. "Mr. Darcy, your attendance at these events is uncertain should a Miss Bingley be asking?" Darcy looked up at his secretary without raising his head from the contract he was now pursuing. "Thank you, Monica," was the stoic reply.

As planned, Darcy traveled to Pemberley for Thanksgiving with the Bingleys and Jane; Elizabeth traveled home to Milwaukee, alone. Charlotte had offered her a place in their vehicle, but Elizabeth declined. Three hours in the car with Charlotte's husband was more than she could bear.

The drive home was lonely, and Elizabeth missed Jane more than she thought she would. They had always passed the time painting a picture of the man their mother would be pushing on one or both of them, and betting on how long it would take before Mrs. Bennet would complain about how infrequently they visited. It made the drive pass more quickly.

Despite the loneliness, Elizabeth was somewhat thankful for the solitude; it gave her time to reflect on her relationship with Darcy. This relationship was so different from any of her other relationships – not that she had many with which to compare it.

Having had only one other serious relationship, she compared her relationship with Darcy to that of Jane and Charles. They were nigh inseparable these days. The exception being those sister days, which were becoming even more of a rarity. She smiled as she considered how happy Jane looked when she was around Charles or when she talked about him. She was certain they would be engaged soon. She was also happy to see Jane finally doing what she wanted rather than what Mama or the family expected. Jane was far too compliant when it came to the family, in Elizabeth's opinion.

When examining her relationship, Elizabeth had no doubt of the attraction between herself and Darcy, but could never picture them resembling Jane and Charles. Calling each other every day? She could barely remember to water her plants regularly. She cherished the moments she and Darcy had shared and enjoyed being around him. The few dates they had been... well, she didn't know how to describe them. They talked, argued, laughed, and kissed – all on the same night.

A tingle spread through her, reaching her fingers and toes, at the thought of his kisses and the way his hands had caressed her body. Passion they were not lacking! Whether it could ever be more was still undetermined. There was only one thing certain, this relationship was different from any other. Perhaps it was their mutual understanding of dedication to their jobs that made this relationship different, or the fact that they refused to define their relationship, letting it become whatever it was meant to be. Whatever it was, she decided to enjoy it for as long as it lasted.

Then there was Richard. She felt guilty for not having told him about her and Darcy. They had always been able to share anything with each other; it was one of the more endearing parts of their friendship; he was like a brother, and just as there are some things you only share with a sister, there are things you only share with a brother. Richard had helped her through some difficult times and had always stood by her, but a relationship with Darcy would complicate that. If things don't work out with William, he has to take William's side, they are family. Panic rose in her chest at the realization that there was much more riding on this relationship than just a mutual attraction. Not just her relationship with William, but her relationship with Richard, and maybe even with Charles and Jane, hung in the balance.Good thing we've agreed to take things slowly.

Darcy's trip was not nearly as comfortable. He had loitered around the airplane door until the last of the passengers entered and the door was closed. When the pilot announced takeoff, with no further reason to delay, he sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. His chest felt heavy despite all reason that told him he should not be feeling such disappointment. He had been waiting and hoping Elizabeth would show – change her mind at the last minute, even though he knew that was not her nature. She was decisive, and until proven incorrect, carried out her decisions stubbornly. Nonetheless, the disappointment remained. As he heard the engines of the jet rev, he sighed heavily.

Although being denied the comfort of having Elizabeth nearby, Darcy attempted to spend the flight in an enjoyable manner - silent reverie and wishing she were with him. He thought back to their few dates and how easy they had become in each other's company. It was moments like these when he missed her the most; when he was alone with his thoughts. In just a few dates, he had grown accustomed to the feel of her near him and the scent of her on his clothes. He found the morning after their dates the hardest, when he woke up alone, having invariably dreamt of her the previous night. He jealously watched Jane and Charles in private conversation. There was a glow on each face just from being with each other. This will be intolerable! To have to watch Jane and Charles all weekend and not have Elizabeth near. The next moment he shook his head, chastising himself. This is ridiculous! You barely know the woman! You are William Darcy and you do not pine after women!

When Caroline discovered Elizabeth was not a member of the Pemberley party, she could barely contain her glee. She was certain Darcy had tired of her already, and naturally so. She was nothing but a little country chit. Caroline could hardly believe her luck. It had to be fate. Darcy would be on the rebound, and she would be there to comfort him. She had the entire weekend to draw Darcy's attention back to her. She would not bring up Elizabeth's name, and hoped he would forget that pernicious country snit. Nor would she waste any time.

Seeing Darcy alone, she took the empty seat next to him, interrupting Darcy's reflection and simpered, "Will, it is so kind of you to invite us all to Pemberley for Thanksgiving. I do love it at this time of year."

Darcy nodded his agreement, praying his silence would dissuade her from future conversation. He was disappointed. "I'm so looking forward to spending time with you and Georgiana. You two are like family and I have barely seen you since my return from Europe," she continued, her fingers, making light trails along his forearm. Darcy grunted an unintelligible response and stood to pour himself a drink of water. When he turned back to his seat, Caroline was waiting for him, so he made his way to another seat. It was not long before he was again accosted by Caroline. Apparently his rather blunt statement at Charles' party had been forgotten and this was going to be a long weekend.

"Dad?" Elizabeth yelled, as she entered the house. "Mamma, Kitty, Mary, Lydia?" The house was unusually quiet when she arrived.

She heard her father's voice calling from basement. "Lizzy?" She flew down the stairs into her father's arms. "Dad! It's so good to see you!"

"Lizzy! You're early!" her father replied, planting a kiss on Elizabeth's cheek. "Your mother and sisters went shopping. They should be home soon." Elizabeth sat down in her usual chair and watched her father make himself comfortable on his sofa. She looked around the basement. Nothing had changed since her last visit, but then her father was a creature of habit.

"How are prices, Dad?" Elizabeth said.

"Good enough to make one want to be a farmer." Thomas Bennet smiled at the familiar greeting. The greeting had been theirs since Elizabeth was old enough to understand commodities trading. Of all his children, Elizabeth held a special place in his heart. She had a temperament that he could not attribute to himself or his wife, though with pride he admitted she was more similar to him than Mrs. Bennet. He took in the sight of his daughter curled up in the chair. He had always wished she would someday come back home and take over the place for him, but she had not shown any interest in it, other than a general business interest. Not having any sons, and the dispositions of Elizabeth's sisters, the farm would not remain in the family for long. "It will be so delightful to have you at the table. You need to visit more often."

Elizabeth smiled. "I missed you too."

"How is work? Still working long hours?" Thomas asked.

"Work is good. I'm still working farmer's hours."

"How's Jane?" Thomas asked.

"She's fine. Charles is a great guy." Elizabeth answered, knowing the question her father was really asking. "Charles owns a large construction company."

"That's not what your mother said," he said with a surprised smirk.

Elizabeth smiled wryly. "Mamma would have insisted on them coming here if Jane had told her the whole truth." With an internal shudder, she began to imagine her mother's reaction to William and wondered how long she could avoid that introduction. Her eyes took on a faraway look as she tried to figure out if he had arrived at Pemberley yet.

Thomas chuckled. "So how serious is it, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth started as she returned her attention to her father. "How serious is what?"

Thomas examined his daughter curiously. She was not one to be so easily distracted. "Jane and Charles." With a quizzical smile, he added, "Is there something else I should be asking that about?"

Elizabeth cleared her throat trying to appear casual. "Jane and Charles? Pretty serious. They talk all the time and they get along great. I think he's perfect for her. I suspect it won't be long until they are engaged."

Thomas nodded thoughtfully at the news. It was not entirely unexpected considering Jane had chosen to spend the holidays with the man rather than her family. Elizabeth's distraction, however, was intriguing; Thomas was not going to let it be brushed aside so quickly. "What about you, Lizzy?"

Elizabeth gave her father a kiss on the cheek. "I'm fine. I'm going to go unpack before Mamma comes home."

Thomas shook his head as he watched her leave. This conversation would have to wait until another time, but he was certain there was a gentleman that had finally captured his daughter's attention. He was not sure if he was happy about this development or not. Lizzy was not prone to falling for men like his younger daughters and her avoidance of the subject made him all the more curious.

Richard walked out of the drawing room in search of Darcy with deliberate purpose. The man had been missing since arriving at Pemberley. Aside from the fact that he was neglecting his guests, there was the matter of an interesting conversation he had recently concluded with Georgiana. His first stop was Darcy's study, his cousin's usual hiding place. The room was empty, so he strode to Darcy's room and banged soundly on the door.

Darcy answered, not attempting to hide his annoyance. Richard pulled open the door at the first sight of Darcy, ignoring his glare, and strode confidently into the room, leaving Darcy to close the door behind him.

"What is it, Richard?" Darcy growled returning to his chair in front of the fireplace. He resumed a comfortable brooding position.

Richard took up a stance near the fireplace mantle with arms folded across his chest and a broad grin spread across his face. He stared at his cousin, who was studiously avoiding him, for several minutes. "I believe you have something you need to tell me." Richard said, ending the standoff.

Darcy looked up at him sharply. "Richard, spit it out. I'm in no mood for games."

Richard snorted; he was not letting Darcy off that easily. His conversation with Georgiana had been very enlightening and he was determined to have confirmation from Darcy's own lips. "Let's start with why you're in a foul mood," he threw back.

Darcy scowled, about to protest his mood, when he realized it was futile. His mind raced for an excuse; he wasn't ready to have this conversation with Richard. "Caroline's attentions never put you in a very pleasant mood either." he bit out. Richard chuckled at Darcy's feeble excuse. "True, but your mood turned foul the minute the airplane door closed, before Caroline had a chance to get her claws in you."

Darcy heaved a sigh, rubbing the bridge between his eyes. Richard obviously knew and was waiting for him say something. He was not ready to talk about Elizabeth, but neither was he in a mood to suffer one of Richard's interrogations. He nodded towards the seat next to him, indicating his surrender.

Richard flopped into the indicated chair, his eyes never leaving his friend. This would prove to be even more amusing than previously thought. Darcy had never caved so easily!

Darcy stared straight ahead at the fire in an attempt to maintain some control of the conversation. He sighed, the corners of his mouth twitching. "I'm seeing Elizabeth Bennet."

Richard shifted in his chair in satisfaction with a smug grin. "And your mood?"

Darcy grumbled to himself. "I have to spend almost a week with Caroline fawning over me." With some reluctance and in almost a mumble added, "I would prefer it was someone else."

Richard let out a hearty laugh. This was too good! "Good Lord, Darcy! I have never seen you fall this hard for someone." Darcy groaned; he was not ready to admit it yet. Whatever happened to the self control he once had? Richard added, with a casual shrug, "I don't blame you, she's a great woman."

Darcy eyed Richard suspiciously. Reading his cousin's thoughts, Richard said, "Liz and I are only friends, she's like a sister to me."

Darcy breathed small sigh of relief. He had no idea what he would have done if Richard had professed feelings for Elizabeth. "So, what do you want to know?" Darcy said drolly.

Richard rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He had Darcy confessing and was going to take full advantage of it, though he had to tread cautiously or Darcy would clam up again. "How long?" "Couple weeks" was the quick reply. "And?" Richard prompted.

Darcy shrugged. "We've gone on a few dates; that's all." A wistful smile came across his visage as an image of Elizabeth floated into his consciousness. He flexed his hand and could almost feel her hand in his.

The antics did not escape Richard's notice and he shook his head, chuckling. "A few dates and you look like that?" Darcy dropped his head in hands, realizing what he must look like. The look he had most wanted to avoid – that of a lovesick schoolboy. In frustration, he groaned audibly. "Richard, when it comes to Elizabeth, I'm not in control. There is nothing logical." He lifted his head and chuckled ruefully. "Yes, we've only been on a few dates, but I miss her. I miss her a lot."

The two sat in comfortable silence. Richard with an odd smile of satisfaction. He had never seen Darcy so tied up in knots. There was something amusing about the usually reserved, pinnacle of self-control, so unsure of his situation. Darcy sat back in his chair, his eyes closed. Elizabeth. Her challenging looks, her impudent smile, her light honeysuckle scent, and dear God the warmth of her kisses invaded his senses. He raked his hand through his hair. With a sideways look at his friend and a hint of resignation in his voice, Darcy said, "Richard. I'm going to need you to keep me sane."

Richard stood and slapped his friend on the shoulder. "I won't have to. Liz won't let you do anything stupid." Darcy smiled weakly. I certainly hope so – because another night like the car could be the end of me.

Richard headed towards the door; mission accomplished. With his hand on the doorknob, he called back over his shoulder. "Call her if you need to, but snap out of this mood of yours. You can't hide in your room the entire time."

It was late at night and most of the occupants at Pemberley had gone to sleep long ago. Darcy was retreating to his room after finishing some work in his study. He sleepily rubbed his eyes and shuffled his feet towards his room. Thoughts of a soft bed and pleasant dreams were interrupted by a scream from one of the guest rooms. He walked quickly to the source, finding Caroline standing in near hysterics, outside her bedroom, in a lacy nightgown.

"Caroline, what's wrong?" Darcy asked, genuinely concerned. Despite his distaste for the woman, he did not wish her harm, especially while under his roof.

Caroline threw herself into his arms. "Oh Will, there's a creature in my room! I felt it in my bed!" Darcy released Caroline and rolled his eyes, suspecting this to be yet another one of her ploys. "Go to my room and warm up while I check it out." Caroline obeyed; a satisfied smile crossed her face the moment she was out of Darcy's sight.

Darcy entered Caroline's room, just as the others entered the hall to inquire about the commotion. After a brief investigation, he explained the situation to his sleepy guests, assuring them everything was fine and sent them back to their rooms. Not finding anything, he returned to his room to find Caroline sitting on his bed in a seductive pose. One of the straps of her gown was falling off her shoulder, while the rest of the gown was gathered near her hips, exposing her long legs.

"Did you find that awful creature, Will?" she simpered, trying to sound shaken. "I'm certain I won't be able sleep in that room if you didn't." Darcy, tired and disgusted, shook his head. "No, Caroline. I didn't find any creature in your room. You can stay in my room tonight and I'll have Mrs. Reynolds make you up a new room tomorrow." Caroline smiled inwardly; it was going exactly as planned. "Oh, thank you, Will. I'm sorry to be such a hassle." She began to settle into the bed.

Darcy grabbed a blanket and his robe. "It's alright, Caroline, make yourself comfortable," he said as he headed towards the door.

Panicked by the sight of Darcy leaving, Caroline asked, "Where are you going to sleep? I couldn't bear the thought of you in that room either."

Darcy looked at Caroline with disgust. "Not here." He closed the door behind him and stood in the hallway trying to determine the best place to sleep. With a groan, he made his way to the sofa in his study. Definitely a long week.

Thanksgiving dinner brought a gentleman guest to the Bennet table, one Elizabeth had never met. None of the family was too surprised though, Mrs. Bennet could never pass up such an opportunity. "Lizzy, this is George Wickham." Mrs. Bennet said, pushing George closer to Elizabeth.

With all the grace of a well-bred man, Wickham took Lizzy's hand and placed a light kiss on it. Elizabeth raised her brows and glanced at her father, who was smirking at the young man. Her attention was brought back to the gentleman when he said, "You have a strong handshake. I like that in a woman."

Elizabeth smirked at the obvious and unwarranted flattery, being they hadn't actually shaken hands. She briefly compared the man in front of her to Darcy, which almost made her snicker. The two could not be more opposite.

"George is in the military." Mrs. Bennet mentioned. At Lizzy's polite smile, she continued, "Lizzy works at the VA hospital in Chicago."

Before her mother could say anything more, Elizabeth interrupted. "Mr. Wickham, how is it you are not with family today?"

Wickham smiled with a hint of sadness. "Please, call me George. I am an only child. My mother died when I was young and my father was murdered about five years ago. Your mother was kind enough to invite me to dinner today."

Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise briefly, and she offered her condolences. Wickham took her hand and led her to a seat on the loveseat. Elizabeth sat next to him, feeling uncomfortable with his forwardness. She had given him no indication of her feelings, yet he took her hand as though they had been dating for a while. As they sat, she removed her hand from his.

The two talked most of the evening to the delight of Mrs. Bennet, who praised herself to anyone who would listen on her matchmaking abilities.

Wickham eagerly, perhaps even a little too eagerly for Elizabeth, informed her of his life's plight. With the death of his parents and a problem with the execution of the will, he didn't have the money to continue going to school and was forced to drop out. He enrolled in the military for the educational benefits; though he still had a few years left on his contract. He explained he was planning to return to college, and was grateful for the time in the military as it helped him to 'grow-up' with the highest morals and ethics. He envisioned himself joining the ROTC program of the college he attended, and was looking forward to earning a degree in psychology, with the idea of eventually becoming a counselor for troubled youths. He stated he had found his purpose in helping other troubled young people like himself, who may not have the fortitude to withstand military training.

Elizabeth found the story endearing and offered polite words of encouragement and praise in his endeavors. In return, Elizabeth explained that she actually worked at Longbourn as a VP and only volunteered at the VA hospital. She was amused at George's personal interest in her job, and more specifically her title, which he remarked must certainly command a considerable salary. He envied her ability to live so comfortably in downtown Chicago, a place known for its high cost of living, and mentioned that had his parents' wishes been executed accordingly, he too would have found himself in similar circumstances.

At the end of the evening, Elizabeth had to admit that of all the men her mother had tried to set her up with, George was certainly the most amiable. He was charming and easy to talk to; he was quick to flatter, but his flattery and interest seemed genuine most of the time. He lacked her drive, but perhaps that would change with the completion of his military tour and return to college. He was a bit forward for her tastes, but she was never one for public displays of affection. George's company had the added benefit that her mother had left her alone for most of the evening.

As the evening was winding down, Wickham bid goodnight. He placed another kiss on Elizabeth's hand and expressed his wish to see her again. Elizabeth bid him goodnight and reminded him it would hardly be likely since she lived in Chicago and infrequently came home.

"Elizabeth Bennet." Elizabeth answered her cell phone, not identifying the caller.

"Elizabeth. It's William." Darcy responded cheerfully.

Elizabeth quickly left the family room on hearing the voice on the other end of the phone. Whatever the reason for the call, she didn't want the family to hear it. However, not expecting to hear from him until they both returned to Chicago, she began to panic. "William! Is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is fine. Jane mentioned you might need rescuing."

Elizabeth laughed. "Jane would be right, but my white knight, how do propose to do that when there is a great lake and a few states between us?"

Darcy chuckled, and with only a moments hesitation asked, "Can you be back in Chicago on Saturday?"

"Saturday? Why?" Elizabeth asked, surprised.

Darcy responded coyly, "'Cause you miss me?"

"I can miss you from Milwaukee just as much as Chicago, and it is hardly a rescue when I would be driving myself." Elizabeth replied cheekily.

"Yes, well I have never claimed to be a white knight, and if I were in Chicago as well, perhaps you would not miss me as much." Darcy added suggestively.

Elizabeth laughed, "What are you planning, Mr. Darcy?"

Darcy laughed at her use of his formal name. "Gina wants to meet you, but has to be back for classes on Monday. I told her if you could be in Chicago on Saturday we would head back early."

"Well..." Elizabeth said thoughtfully. "I guess I could. If I leave Saturday morning, I'll be in Chicago Saturday afternoon."

"Great! She'll be thrilled."

"William, how'd Cas take the news?" Elizabeth asked concerned.

"He couldn't be more pleased. You'll find out Saturday. We'll have dinner at my place."

Enjoying the sound of his voice, Elizabeth wasn't quite ready to hang up. In an attempt to prolong the conversation, giggling, she asked playfully, "And how is dear Caroline?"

Darcy rubbed his sore neck, a reminder of Caroline's desperation. He groaned. "Let me just say she is acting desperate."

Elizabeth couldn't help but feel a sting of jealousy that Caroline was currently at Pemberley with Darcy and she was not. She also could help the twinge of elation she felt at Darcy's obvious contempt for the woman. With a laugh, she challenged, "And I thought I was the one being rescued." Then, in a softer voice she added, "I'll see you Saturday."

Darcy hung up the phone with a smile on his face. He had a good reason to cut the week short now, with the added benefit of seeing Elizabeth. The guests may be a little disappointed, as would Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, but that could not be helped. He could not remain at Pemberley much longer with Caroline's forward antics and remain civil to the woman.

Elizabeth didn't return to family room immediately. She wasn't sure of her equanimity at the moment, and didn't want to have to explain anything that might betray her thoughts to her family, such as the odd little smile that graced her face. She hadn't realized how much she wished she was with him until she had heard his voice. She felt a little foolish; it had only been five days since they had last spoken. It had been less than a month since they had started dating, certainly too soon to be missing anyone! With that thought, she returned to her family in complete control.

Friday, Elizabeth spent the day at Milwaukee's largest mall with her mother and sisters. It was a tradition they had started years ago, and Elizabeth had always loathed it. She hated the crowd. Usually, she and Jane would find somewhere to sit and would spend the time talking, but Jane was at Pemberley this year... with William.

Elizabeth decided to spend the time more constructively and shopped for gifts for the family and William and Georgiana. After suffering her mother's effusions in the car over how wonderful George was, how he would soon be an officer, and despite the fact that he didn't have any money, Lizzy made enough for the two of them, she had decided to shop alone. Despite missing her father, the car ride was a sore reminder why she infrequently visited. She was more than happy to be leaving tomorrow.

Her mother was quite displeased with news of her early return, and Elizabeth surmised that she had planned yet another dinner with George. She had put on a good face for her mother, as she often did, but had concluded by the end of dinner George really wasn't her type, even if she wasn't seeing William.

Late Saturday afternoon found Elizabeth pulling up to Darcy's apartment complex. She knew he was wealthy, but other than their first date, had not really understood what that meant. The front desk announced her arrival, and she was directed to a special elevator that would take her to the top level of the complex.

The elevator door had barely opened when she was greeted by a tight embrace and firm kiss. "I missed you." Darcy said in a low voice. Elizabeth laughed lightly and said pertly, "I hadn't noticed."

"Tell me you'll come to Pemberley for Christmas," he mumbled as he left a trail of soft kisses along her jaw line. "We shall see." Elizabeth replied saucily.

Before Darcy could attempt to persuade her any further, a familiar voice behind him said with sarcastic chastisement, "There are children here!"

Darcy let go of Elizabeth to find Georgiana, Richard, and James watching them. Red-faced but with a proud grin, Darcy introduced a scarlet Elizabeth. She was then introduced to the Darcy's housekeepers, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson, who greeted her warmly. From the Swansons' looks and greetings, Elizabeth was certain Darcy had forewarned them of her arrival and her relationship to him.

Introductions completed, but dinner not yet announced, Darcy gave Elizabeth a quick tour of his place. Elizabeth was stunned. His apartment took the entire top floor; there was a library, a study, a spacious kitchen, a living room, dining room, three bathrooms, and six bedrooms, not to mention a private balcony. Elizabeth smirked as she realized her apartment, which she had previously considered fairly large, was the size of his living room and kitchen.

The décor was simple and elegant, with not a single thing out of place. Aside from the people in it, the place hardly looked lived in. She found the contrast to her place amusing, and during dinner fought an overwhelming urge to drop food on the floor, just to see what would happen. She imagined a host of servants or perhaps little electronic robots appearing instantly at the drop of a crumb; without a sound they would clean up the 'mess' and then disappear again.

Dinner conversation was pleasant and lively. Elizabeth took a liking to Gina immediately. She was very much like her brother, quiet and reserved, but polite and kind. She had an obvious respect for Darcy, and a playful, but respectful manner with Richard. She carried herself with the grace of a well-bred woman, and was very proper in conversation; questions were polite, but not terribly personal.

Georgiana's warmth to Elizabeth was not quite what Darcy or Elizabeth expected. Georgiana was not prepared for the way Elizabeth teased Darcy; she didn't approve of Elizabeth's pet name for Richard, and thought she was too familiar with him to be dating her brother as well. Elizabeth's forwardness and playfulness made her uncomfortable, and despite the brightening in Darcy's face upon seeing Elizabeth, Georgiana remained polite, but uncertain of her. The only common ground they seemed to share was in badgering Richard.

After dinner, they adjourned to the living room for coffee. "Gina, would you do me the honor of playing?" Elizabeth asked. "Your brother has only the highest praise for your ability, and living in Chicago, I will not have the opportunity to hear you otherwise."

Gina blushed slightly, but at Darcy's encouragement, she played a tune she knew well. She selected the tune specifically so she could keep one eye on the piano and another on Elizabeth. Elizabeth took a seat near Darcy and held his hand; by the end of the performance, however, Darcy had pulled her to his side, his arms wrapped around her. A glance at Richard showed a smirk of amusement as he too was watching the couple. There was certainly something about Elizabeth, both Richard and Darcy seemed to like her. Her suspicions remained though; Elizabeth was clearly not a society girl.

Elizabeth was uncertain of Darcy's public displays of affection. It seemed out of character for him, though she had never had the chance to see him in his own house, or around his family. He was more relaxed here, and his usual wall of reserve seemed almost to vanish, which was a pleasant surprise.

She caught Richard's eye and with the slightest narrowing of his eyes, he indicated his approval and acceptance of their relationship, much to Elizabeth's relief. They would still have to talk, but it was enough for now. Admittedly, it was quite comfortable in Darcy's arms, and so, despite her initial hesitation, she settled against him.

It was getting late, and conversation was waning, but Darcy's hold on Elizabeth had not loosened. When Georgiana and James indicated they were going to retire for the night, Elizabeth struggled against his hold, only to feel it tighten, and his warm breath whispered in her ear, "Not yet."

It was warm in his arms, and considering the alternative was the cold night air, the choice seemed obvious; so she capitulated, but with a suspicious look. The lights of the room were dimmed, the fire in the fireplace the brightest light source. The two talked in low tones for a while longer, but it wasn't long before they had both fallen into a light sleep. It wasn't until the embers of the fire were well cooled, and a chill was felt in the air that they woke and realized the hour. Despite the offers to one of the spare bedrooms, Elizabeth decided it was best to go home.

The sun was rising and the only sound that could be heard was the call of a few seagulls overhead and the wind coming off the lake. They were the only two on the beach that morning, and the scent of morning dew permeated the air. They wrapped themselves in a blanket to protect them from the cold sand as they watched the sunrise.

"I missed you, Lizzy." he said, running his fingers through her unruly morning hair.

"It was only a few days." she replied with a giggle.

"A few days too long." he replied, placing small kisses on her neck that sent warm shivers through her body.

"Well, next time you'll have to come with me." She replied archly.

"I'd follow you anywhere..."

Elizabeth bolted upright in bed, taking in her surroundings. She was at home. Chicago. Alone. She sighed deeply, calming herself. It was a dream; but why now? Why was she having these dreams again?

Jane and Elizabeth ended the Thanksgiving weekend with a sister day. "Jane!" Elizabeth greeted with a tight hug. "Tell me about Charles and Pemberley."

Elizabeth learned Pemberley was located in upstate New York, a couple hours outside of Albany. The main part of Pemberley was built like the original manor in England. The wings were new, but built to match the main part of the house. Except during certain times, such as Christmas, Thanksgiving, and a few weeks in the summer, the place was rented out as a bed and breakfast and often hosted weddings. The décor was rich, warm and inviting, much of it matching the style of the original house. Each room had its own fireplace, as it would have in the 1800s in England. The rooms were large and ornately trimmed; some even contained furniture from the original house. Outside the house, there were dozens of small patio gardens, not to mention paths that traveled all over the expanse of the estate. When Jane was finished describing Pemberley, she asked about Thanksgiving in Milwaukee.

Elizabeth laughed, "You're lucky you were not there, Jane! Mamma invited a man named George Wickham to the house for Thanksgiving dinner!"

Jane laughed, "No doubt a perfect match for you. Didn't you tell her about Darcy?"

Elizabeth dropped her eyes to her lap guilty. "No."

"Lizzy! You can't be serious about this George!" Jane exclaimed.

Elizabeth chuckled. "Of course not! George was nice and amiable, but he lives in Madison and I am here."

Jane eyed Elizabeth. With as much disapproval in her voice as possible, she asked, "And he has no intention of visiting, does he?"

Elizabeth attempted to laugh it off. "That wouldn't happen, Jane." She quickly added, "Besides, as you said, William and I are sort of seeing each other."

Jane narrowed her eyes at her sister, making Elizabeth shift uncomfortably. "Sort of?"

To ease her sister's concern, Elizabeth said, "William and I aren't serious. We've agreed to just see where things go."

"Lizzy, just admit you like the man!" Jane admonished, and then muttered under her breath about stubborn people.

The holiday season was in full swing and Elizabeth's calendar was full. This year, she not only had her own Christmas parties to attend, but a number of charity dinners and Christmas parties she had agreed to attend with Darcy. The first of the parties was at the home of Charlotte Collins. She was reluctant to bring Darcy, but knew Charlotte would never forgive her if she didn't.

Charlotte saw Elizabeth enter the house and was about to greet her with the usual friendly hug, but stopped in her tracks when she saw the tall, dark, handsome man standing next to her, holding her hand.

Upon seeing Charlotte's reaction, Elizabeth groaned internally and wondered again at the wisdom of bringing Darcy. She knew he was uncomfortable amongst groups of strangers, and gawking strangers would only raise his level of discomfort.

In an effort shake Charlotte from her stargazing, Elizabeth walked over to her and hugged her, while Darcy followed directly behind her. "Charlotte, William Darcy. William, this is my good friend Charlotte Collins." A handshake and "Nice to meet you" was all a wide-eyed Charlotte was able to manage.

Nudging Charlotte out of her obvious star-struck stupor, Elizabeth asked, "Charlotte, is Chris around? I think he'd like to meet William as well." Charlotte nodded and led the couple to meet her husband, Christopher.

Christopher was an obsequious man, a trait exaggerated in the presence of the rich or famous. Elizabeth believed that should any of them actually bank at his branch, Chris would consider himself the luckiest man in the world, regardless of their knowledge of his existence. The introduction to Darcy was everything Elizabeth had grimly envisioned.

"Mr. Darcy!" Christopher gasped. "Welcome sir, to my most humble home! If there is anything, any way I can be of service, please do not hesitate to inform me. " Darcy nodded, replying politely, "Thank you, Mr. Collins."

The party was everything Elizabeth expected. She could feel the eyes of the group watching her and Darcy, and could only speculate at the hushed whispers that accompanied them. Except for some pleasant conversation with Charlotte, the night was not terribly entertaining. Darcy had retreated into himself, providing only polite responses to questions, but otherwise not engaging in the conversations. Elizabeth found it difficult to relax, sensing his discomfort, and as a result, they left the party early.

Elizabeth was a little vexed at Darcy's taciturn nature; she had hoped he would have remained the more open person he usually was around her. As they left the party, Elizabeth remarked in an annoyed manner, "A friendly smile wouldn't hurt sometimes, you know."

Darcy said nothing in response until they were in the car and well underway. Breaking the angry silence between them, Darcy said, "You know I am uncomfortable in large groups, even ones in which the eyes of party are not following me while the company whispers their judgment."

Elizabeth scoffed in return. "You have given them no reason to believe that your vocabulary extends beyond, Yes, No, Thank You and Please, and you are incapable of smiling. Now they must take both on my word."

They drove on in silence as Darcy contemplated Elizabeth's words. Finally, he took her hand and began gently stroking it with his thumb. She considered removing it, but his face looked rather concerned. With a repentant look, he said, "You're right; I'm sorry. I shall endeavor to be less reticent in the future, if you endeavor to limit these types of social engagements."

Elizabeth agreed, and the agreement was sealed with a kiss on Elizabeth's hand.

It was late at night and Elizabeth had just returned home from yet another charity dinner with Darcy. True to his word, his attempts at making small talk did improve, though his success was feeble. No matter where he went, his rigid stature, dark gaze, and reputation made most people feel uncomfortable in his presence, hindering conversation.

Elizabeth lay exhausted on her bed. She had kicked off her shoes already, but had not had the energy to remove her gown yet. She had managed to sit up to undress when she heard the ring of her cell phone. Expecting it to be Darcy saying goodnight once again, she answered it with a small degree of annoyance, "Elizabeth Bennet."

"Miss Bennet," a strangely familiar voice said. "Forgive my impertinence and the hour. Your mother was kind enough to give me your number after we met on Thanksgiving."

Elizabeth straightened in surprise. "George?"

With a grin, he replied, "Yes. George Wickham, I'm flattered you remembered me."

Elizabeth nodded, her annoyance growing by the minute. "Of course, Mr. Wickham, what can I do for you?"

"Miss Elizabeth, it seems I will be in the Chicago area tomorrow. I am visiting some of the college campuses in the area. I was hoping to find a friendly face to show me around the Chicago area."

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. The last thing she needed with her current schedule was to play tour guide, regardless of how amiable the person might be. "I'm awfully busy, George."

George countered with alacrity. "Perhaps just a cup of coffee? You could point out some places that might be of interest."

Knowing that a cup of coffee with the man would be far easier than listening to her mother's rebuke and insistence on finding a husband, Elizabeth reluctantly agreed. "I suppose. Just a cup of coffee."

They met the following day at the local Starbucks. George was every bit the gentleman; his easy manners working to smooth the edges of Elizabeth's perturbed countenance. On her way to the coffee shop, Elizabeth grabbed a tourist map, and handed it to George as she sat down with her coffee.

"Miss Bennet, perhaps you could enlighten me as to your favorites?" George inquired smoothly. "Then I would be able to learn more about you, and enjoy the sights of Chicago at the same time."

Elizabeth's stomach turned over; George's obvious flattery and forwardness revolted her for some reason. He was certainly easy to talk to, but she had shown little interest in the man, yet he continued to push his pursuit, rather aggressively too.

Taking the easy way out, Elizabeth feigned interest and listed the attractions of the city that could be found on any local map. "Chicago is home to many attractions, the Shedd Aquarium, the Art Institute, the Science and Technology Museum, as well as multiple performance theatres."

George perked up at the mention of the theatre. "Perhaps I could persuade you to see a show with me." Elizabeth scowled immediately. "I'm busy, George."

Realizing Elizabeth's reaction towards him was becoming less favorable, he turned to another subject. Remembering her encouragement of him to return to school, he said, "I am visiting the nearby campuses on my visit to the area."

Elizabeth replied with only a small smile. "George, I need to get back to work."

George rose and offered his hand, which Elizabeth deftly avoided, filling her hands with her coffee, purse and gloves, and left. She was not about to let him kiss her hand again. She left the coffee shop with a slight bit of satisfaction. If he does not know now I am not interested in him, he is an idiot.

The following day proved George to be either an idiot or a very determined man. Elizabeth wasn't sure which, when he showed up at her apartment unexpectedly with a bouquet of flowers. "George? What are you doing here?" Elizabeth answered the door surprised.

Extending the small bouquet to her, George said with a gallant smile, "I wanted to thank you for meeting with me yesterday. Your information proved quite entertaining."

Elizabeth's first instinct was to close the door in his face. However, politeness won over and she hesitantly took the flowers from him. "How did you find out where I lived?" she asked in an accusatory tone. George followed her just inside the door. "Your mother was kind enough to give me your address. I apologize if I am intruding," he replied.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. Yes, her ever-helpful mother. "Actually, I'm on my way to the office."

"On a Saturday, Miss Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth smirked and rolled her eyes. "Yes. As a military man, I would have expected you to understand that some jobs are not 9 to 5."

Offering her his arm, he replied with alacrity, "May I walk with you to your office?" Elizabeth's eyes widened slightly at this assertion. "No. I'm perfectly fine," she said, not hiding her indignation.

George backed off. "Of course, Miss Elizabeth. Good day."

Music was playing loudly in the background at the club. Elizabeth had been glad to receive Richard's invite; she was badly in need of a night to let her hair down. Another night of false smiles, evening gowns and heels, and congratulations on her fine catch, was going to drive her crazy. Richard, Elizabeth, and Richard's date, Marissa sat around the table, drinks in hand. When Marissa excused herself, Elizabeth took the opportunity of being alone with Richard to have a long overdue conversation.

"Cas, are you really okay with William and me dating?" Elizabeth asked. He returned her question with a broad smile. "Of course. I tried to set you up, remember?" Looking down for a moment, he added, "But why didn't you tell me?"

Trying to hide the guilt she felt, Elizabeth exclaimed, "I did!"

"When?" Richard asked incredulously. Elizabeth smiled pertly. "The night on the phone, when you called about the Christmas party plans."

Richard's eyes went wide and he blushed slightly. "What? You were serious?"

Elizabeth chuckled, enjoying the shock on Richard's face. "Yes. I was actually sitting on a boat with William as we were speaking."

Richard laughed. "Damn, I'm sorry." In a slightly more serious tone he asked, "You were on a boat?"

Elizabeth's countenance fell momentarily. Recovering, she said, "It remained docked." Richard nodded slowly, making a mental note to talk to Darcy about it.

Changing the subject, Elizabeth said, "Cas. I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. I just hadn't figured out where that line is. I mean, you and William are cousins and best friends."

Richard nodded in understanding. "That may be, but we're friends too. Nothing changes, okay?" With a hint of sarcasm, he added, "Of course, now when you guys have a fight, I'll probably hear both sides." With a genuine smile, looking pointedly at Elizabeth he said, "I'm still your friend, Liz. No more secrets, okay?"

Elizabeth smiled wryly. "You may regret this, Cas, but thanks." The two moved to the dance floor only to bump into none other than Caroline Bingley. A look of surprise crossed everyone's face, but no words were exchanged.

The hall looked similar to the many others she had seen that month: neutral colored drapery, white table cloths, bright chandeliers, candles and flowers at every table. Even the people seemed to start looking the same; though she noted Darcy was the most handsome of those in attendance. She looked up at him briefly, and a small smile played on her lips. Handsome didn't do him justice.

She was amazed at the number of invitations he received, which far exceeded the number he accepted. Attending these dinners had been enlightening, and she began to understand why Darcy was the way he was. For starters, she concluded stuffy and pompous was a trait for the all the upper echelon. To top that off, Darcy was a magnet for married and unmarried women alike. At least he had not obtained the false bravado that accompanied most of them, and he abhorred the false pretences of his social sphere.

Seemingly from out of nowhere came a familiar, unwanted voice. "Will!" Caroline exclaimed, taking one of his arms in hers. "I'm so glad to see you. I didn't know you were going to attend! I spoke to Monica just the other day and she said your attendance was uncertain. I would never put up with such an inattentive secretary."

"Caroline." Darcy responded dryly. You would have to work to have a secretary.

Caroline finally turned to look at the woman on Darcy's other arm. "Miss Eliza!" she exclaimed, genuine surprise on her face.

"Caroline." Elizabeth smiled. "You look lovely tonight."

Caroline looked from Darcy to Elizabeth and back again. "But I... I... Thanksgiving... I thought..." she sputtered.

Darcy removed his arm from Caroline's and placed his hand on top of the one Elizabeth currently had in the crook of his other arm. "No Caroline. My preference for Elizabeth has not changed, and she has done me the honor of attending a number of these events with me this season." He smiled so warmly at Elizabeth that she blushed.

Recovering quickly, Caroline said, trying to sound friendly. "Eliza, I was so surprised to see you the other night at the club!" Elizabeth saw her look to Darcy to gauge his reaction. Darcy, unsure of what Caroline was attempting, but certain it had to do with seeing him with Elizabeth, maintained a neutral face.

Receiving no reaction from Darcy, Caroline added, "Who was that handsome gentleman dancing with you?"

Elizabeth felt Darcy stiffen slightly. She furrowed her brow, trying to figure out what Caroline was alluding to. Upon remembering the night at the club with Richard, Elizabeth smirked, realizing this was simply another ploy of Caroline's. In just as friendly of a tone she replied, "Caroline, Cas will be disappointed to hear you didn't recognize him, but I'll tell him you thought him handsome."

Darcy gave Elizabeth an arched look.

Caroline bristled. "Recognize him?"

Elizabeth looked pointedly at her. "You spent Thanksgiving weekend with him. Certainly you should have recognized William's cousin, Richard."

Darcy relaxed again, realizing this was yet another scheme of Caroline's to defame Elizabeth. He schooled his face so it would not betray the disgust or humor he felt as he watched the interaction.

Caroline shrugged it off. "It was dark, and I didn't have a good look at him. I only noticed you were having quite a good time." She looked to Darcy again as he tried desperately not to roll his eyes.

Elizabeth replied casually, "Cas and I are good friends, have been for years."

Caroline's frustration at failing thus far was becoming evident, but she was not about to give up so easily. She was determined to show Darcy how inappropriate this country chit was. "How cute, you have a nickname for him." She walked casually raised her hand and brushed it along Darcy's arm and shoulders. "You are fortunate, Eliza, Will is so understanding."

Elizabeth stifled a chuckle as she caught Darcy's control lapse and his eyes go skyward. "You're correct, Caroline. I should not have any male friends that are unattached. Cas will be very disappointed, since we've been friends for years." Then, looking directly at Darcy with a twinkle of laughter in her eyes, she said, "William, I guess this means that you are no longer allowed to have a single woman as a friend either."

Darcy looked down at the floor to prevent a chuckle. Demurely he uttered, "Yes, love."

Elizabeth quickly covered her mouth with her hand to suppress the giggle that threatened. Never had she heard Darcy use such an obsequious tone; and at such a ridiculous demand!

Caroline looked to Darcy and then back to Elizabeth. Darcy was submitting to this chit's whims? "That... That... That's not what I meant." she huffed. Elizabeth gave Caroline a challenging look, daring her to say something more. Caroline opened her mouth as if to speak, and then closed it again. Lifting her chin, as if to tell them she had been deeply offended, she stalked off.

Elizabeth groaned at the familiar looking number on her cell phone. Apparently the man couldn't take a hint. She had hoped she had seen the last of him, and was certain she had done nothing to encourage him. "Elizabeth Bennet" she answered, not attempting to hide her displeasure.

"Miss Elizabeth, I was wondering if I was going to have the privilege of seeing you over the Christmas holiday," oozed George's smooth voice.

Elizabeth sent her eyes skyward in annoyance. "I'm sorry, George, I'm heading out of town with a friend for Christmas this year," she said tersely, never more thankful for it being the truth.

She heard a quiet sigh of disappointment from the other end. "I'm sorry to hear that. I was hoping to get to know you better," he said. She couldn't believe it; he still thought she was interested in him! Clearly, a more direct approach was required. "George, perhaps you were under a wrong assumption. I'm not interested in a relationship right now."

"Miss Elizabeth, I am in no position for a relationship other than friendship," he said, sounding wounded that she would have any other assertion.

Uncertain of how to respond, Elizabeth simply said, "Goodbye George."

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