It rains cats and dogs here in Rio today but it doesn´t bother me!
One month on the market and Frienship of a special kind
sold 100 copies!
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| Oh how Cruella! Mine are only books! |
I can´t tell you how happy I am. In reality, I never thought it would sell at all. I suck at promoting, btw, thanks David. Been busy working, caring for my three years old tyrant and writing desperately a story that's consuming me.
So, when my first book reached 100 copies sold I was beyond surprised... happy!
To celebrate, a vignette! it's what I know how to do: make these Darcy and Lizzy interact and put a smile on our faces!
A good discount is a bit long so I divided in two parts. Part one today, part two next Tuesday. Ok?
Here it goes, hope you have fun and leave me a word!
bj
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Blurb: This Vignette finds Darcy
and Lizzy between chapter 40 and 41. They are back together after she
had the break down and still have some ends to trim, but mostly are in love...
and dealing with friends & family.
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Thank you Mischa
for beta'ing and being sooo sweet!
part 1
rated MA (+18)
for once in my life
feet off the ground
I don't wanna come back down
A phone ring.
‘Ah… right on the good song!’ Lizzy
whined.
Darcy chuckled and reached his bedside
table to take her phone from the cradle from where it had been entertaining
them through the speakers. ‘And the culprit is… Charlo.’ He said reading her
phone’s screen.
‘Damn dingbat!’
Darcy chuckled again and picked up her
call.
“Hello.” He said on the phone.
“Liz? Oh Honey… I told to stop with the
male hormones. You sound just like a hunk!”
Charlo whined from the other side.
Darcy couldn’t hold in his laughter. ‘Hi,
Charlo!’
“Hi, Will!”
“How are you doing? Your father?” Darcy
asked turning his face to watch Lizzy stretch.
“Fine, all fine here. The old fucker is
doing great.” Charlo answered.
“Good.” Darcy said smiling.
“No, really. It’s not just an expression.
Since the stents placement, he is back in business. His girlfriend for the last
fifteen years is beside herself. I’ve never seen her disheveled before and now,
I catch her with a smoke at the back porch several times a week!”
“Good for him!” Darcy chuckled.
“And for her!” Charlo laughed. “What about
you?”
“Couldn’t be better.” Darcy answered,
barely keeping his smile from his voice. He was more than fine. Since the hell on Earth ended when Lizzy came back
to him, he had been in a perpetual state of grace. He had learned to be more
attentive to her reactions to him and most of all he had learned how to cajole
her.
“Is my friend naked in your bed?” Charlo
asked maliciously.
Darcy cleared his throat, surprised. “Actually,
yes…”
“I see… I’m not interrupting or else you
wouldn’t be chatting about my father’s boners.” Charlo said.
Darcy blushed. “Not at all, we were just…
small talking.”
“Ha, small talk!” Charlo bubbled in
laughter.
“Here, let me pass you to her. Nice
talking to you, Charlo.” Darcy said, anxious to escape Charlo’s humor.
“No small talking my friend, Mr. Darcy!”
Charlo said laughing.
“Dingbat,
what did you say? My boyfriend this mortified!” Lizzy asked on the phone,
feeling impossible to hide her mirth on Darcy’s pained expression.
He was
mortified as always with Charlo’s openness but what pained him was Lizzy’s
choice of words. He had been her boyfriend
before the hell on Earth. Before her
genius work on Darcy Inc., before Pemberley, before. Now they were more than
that. They were definite.
Lizzy laughed beside him and the delicious
sound woke him up from his bitter daydream.
“We sure need to catch our breath every
now and then, Charlo!” She said. “And we haven’t seen each other in a few days.”
At least this ordeal had its days counted.
Secretly Darcy crossed the days off in a small paper calendar on his desk. When
Lizzy gave him a souvenir from MOMA some weeks ago, she only wanted to make him
laugh by entering the Brazilian tourists buying frenzy at the museum gift shop,
but it had been an excellent gift.
As he arranged the formerly discarded
pillows to a comfortable sitting position on the bed, he quickly calculated in
his mind one more time. Two and a half months, forty nine business days and
Lizzy would be definitely moving to New York to work full schedule as Hertford &
Shire Independent Auditors New York head operations director. And she would be
moving into the brownstone officially as well.
Weekends they always spend together, three
or four days in row since she had been dividing her time between Boston and New
York offices for the last two months, but it wasn’t enough. Darcy needed the
assurance that she wouldn’t flee again.
“Oh well, dear… I haven’t thought of that
yet…” Lizzy said inspecting her nails and frowning.
“But you´ll need to celebrate your new life as a New Yorker. Why don’t we
travel together? Let’s invite Jane. I miss her.” Charlo suggested.
“That may be a good idea… I talked to her
yesterday and she asked about you. She wanted to know if you had already worn
the golden jeans you bought at Dolce
outlet…” Lizzy said and raised an eyebrow.
Darcy averted his eyes from his iPad while
it loaded his emails to look at Lizzy with a smile on his beautiful face. Even
though she was talking about her Holidays away from him, he knew the story
behind the golden jeans and the only time he had ever heard of Jane being
really crossed with someone. And it was all due to Charlo comparing a
ridiculously pair of golden pants to fake blond hair.
“Jane is such a phony. I know he dyes her
hair. It’s not just highlights…” Charlo went on again extending a bickering
that everyone knew was really jealousy over who was Lizzy’s best friend.
‘Is ‘Catcher
in the rye’ the school play this year?’ Darcy whispered to Lizzy. He could
hear Charlo’s muffled voice.
Lizzy nodded, he nodded back and
concentrated on his iPad once more.
“Easy, dingbat…”
Lizzy joked.
Charlo sighed dramatically. “How about…
Disneyworld?” He suggested triumphantly.
Lizzy laughed. “I doubt Will would like
that!”
Since they went back together, Lizzy was
loath of parting with him. It had been such a difficult time for her, she had felt
lost and hollow. Blessed be Gardy who rebuilt a bridge between them.
Charlo laughed affectedly. “Well, Honey…
if he chooses to stay locked in the Hakuna
Matata air conditioned suite, you could take his red Amex for a drive… we
do know the way to the deluxe outlets…”
Lizzy laughed. “I can take my own cards
for a drive. Don´t need his for company.”
“And I can teach that gorgeous-snob-fake-blond-impossible-to-hate phony a lesson!” Charlo
said, already planning a very evil come back for Jane not seeing the importance
of a golden jeans to a guy. It didn’t matter that it never left his closet’s
bottom shelf.
“Disney?” Lizzy repeated to weigh the idea
in her mind.
Darcy grinned looking sideways at her as
he tried to catch up with an important message on his mail account.
“Anyway Char… how are you hanging on? I
know it cannot be easy for you…” Lizzy commiserated in a sad voice twisting a
lock of her long hair in her finger.
“Oh, honey… it’s so fucking sad…” Charlo
whined.
“I know, I know…” Lizzy whined back but
shook her head ‘no’ and smiled when
Darcy frowned down at her.
“I can’t seem to avoid this terror…”
Charlo whispered.
Lizzy laughed. “I sure hope so. The only
way to avoid a birthday is dying. And you are not allowed to die before me!
Even though you are older!”
“Come on, Elizabeth! That definitely do
not help me!” Charlo shouted angrily at her snicker. “Anyway…” He said sobering
up. “I found a way to cope with this tragedy.”
“Thirty five is not a tragedy.” Lizzy
answered. She pinched Darcy to get his attention and mouthed ‘a party’ to him.
“I’m throwing a party!” Charlo yelled.
“Wow, how original!...” Lizzy answered
sarcastically and Darcy chuckled.
He knew this conversation would go on
forever, so he got up to take a shower. When he came back dressed only in the
boxer briefs Lizzy had bought for him in Boston and drying his hair with his
towel, she was saying her goodbyes to her friend.
‘Looks like we´ll be going to Meryton next
weekend.’ He said in a smile.
‘Yes.’ Lizzy answered. She was still
laying naked in bed, her legs crossed at the ankles and twirling a lock of hair
in her fingers. ‘And cancel the plans I had for the Broadway marathon as a
birthday gift for Charlo.’ Lizzy scrunched her pretty nose. ‘Do you mind?’
‘Not at all.’ He smiled. ‘Why would I mind
not watching paper boys sing? Or a marriage in Greece? Or a runaway lion? Or
whatever other tortures you had planned.’ He shrugged and walked back in the
bathroom.
‘Oh, please. If you didn’t think it was a
nice gift for him, why didn’t you say so? You wouldn’t need to tag along.’
Lizzy hmpfed and sat in bed.
‘Because I want to be with you. And if you
want to expose me to torture…’ He shouted from the bathroom.
‘Poor you!...’ Lizzy snickered.
‘How about another gift for Charlo?’ Darcy
asked when she passed him by on the way to the shower.
‘Hmmm?’ Lizzy asked turning on the hot
water.
‘Thorn.’ He suggested leaning on the
vanity, arms crossed high on his chest, to watch her bathe.
‘Do you think he would like to come? Last
time we saw him in Seattle he said he was so busy in Houston with that new
client of his.’ She answered while shampooing her hair.
Darcy shrugged. ‘I guess. Thorn always
says he’s swamped in work but I suspect it’s all his procrastination. He always
leaves everything for the last minute.’
‘Love, that was when you were in school
together… Twenty five years ago? Thirty?’ Lizzy pursed her lips to him as she
combed the knots from her hair under the shower.
‘Almost
thirty. But we were also in college together, remember?’ He said ruffling his
hair. ‘Anyway, I know he
procrastinates.’ Darcy said reaching for her towel and holding it opened for
her to step in.
‘Thank you!’ Lizzy smiled and rose on tip
toes to give him a wet peck.
He smiled. ‘I think he would like to come
to Charlo’s party. Should I call him? Would Charlo like to see him?’
‘Yes, I guess he would.’ Lizzy answered,
making a show of drying herself for his benefit.
‘I’ll give him a call, then. What are my
beautiful Lizzy’s plans for this Saturday afternoon?’ He asked in a sexy smile
that he knew would melt her and change any plans she might have to be away from
him.
‘Manipedi. And don’t give me that look,
Will. It’s very hard to schedule an appointment with these Brazilian girls.
They are the best.’ Lizzy said sternly, and side stepped him on the way to the
closet.
‘I see.’ He said displeased. Darcy didn’t
like that his woman was developing an uncanny resistance to his charms. ‘Red.’
He ordered going after her.
Lizzy stopped by her underwear drawer and
turned to him. ‘I’ll stick to my café au
lait.’
He shook his head. ‘No.’
‘I like it; it’s classy and up to date.’
Lizzy defied him and chose a skin colored bra and panties set.
‘Please?’ He tried. He hated the brown
nail polish she used these days. It was like she didn’t have nails at all. And
he adored how sexy she looked with her nails painted bright red.
‘Don’t you think it’s a bit unmanly for
you to care about nail polish?’ She raised an eyebrow at him, curbing her
smile. ‘Men are supposed to be dominant, harsh, inconsiderate.’
‘Is that what you are learning from that
grey book you have been carrying back and forth for these months pretending to
be reading?’ Darcy asked crossing his arms high on his chest once more, smiling
with closed lips.
‘I don’t pretend. Dennie wants to talk about it, so I try to read it.’ Lizzy explained herself while choosing a dress.
‘And I’m not learning anything from it. In fact, concerning that book, nail
polish is a forbidden subject.’ She shuddered.
‘Is Neanderthal what you want? I can be
that.’ He groaned and she giggled.
‘No, you are perfect.’ She kissed his
shoulder from behind as she went for some shoes.
‘Didn’t you learn any new tricks? No
naughty toys to seduce me?’ He wiggled his brows at her.
Lizzy stomped fisting her hands.
‘You should learn new tricks to
seduce me! How absurd!’ She slapped
his butt as punishment.
‘Ouch, woman! No violence.’ Darcy
complained flinching away from her. ‘Red.’
She shook her head while strapping her
sandals.
‘Let’s compromise?’ He offered quoting
himself from years before.
She looked up at him and smiled sweetly.
Such fond memories. ‘Black.’ Lizzy offered.
‘I’ll take that.’ Darcy smiled back.
---
Next Friday Lizzy arrived early at Logan
to wait for Darcy. She surprisingly had had an easy afternoon and had gone home
to pack a small tote to take to Meryton. Charlo’s party was going to be an
informal dinner for thirty or so friends, and to stay at home with her family
she wouldn’t need much glamour. This early September was still warm and aside
from the maxi navy and red dress Lizzy would wear at the party, she would need
just some shorts and tank tops.
After a quick call to check what Darcy
would need from his Boston closet, she left for the airport just as he boarded
at JFK. Lizzy managed the traffic and even with the small jam she faced, his
flight was only announced some twenty minutes after she arrived at the airport.
It took him twenty more minutes to show up
at the arrivals and when he did, as always, he took her breath away. He was
impossibly sexy, manly, tall, a delicious five o’clock shadow, dressed in his
casual Friday’s khakis, white button down and navy blazer. Hers, all hers.
Even frowning with his phone glued to his
ear he was still the most beautiful man Lizzy had ever seen in person. The
broad smile he gave her when he noticed her was not even necessary to stun the
women close by. “Holy smokes, he is
really a Greek God.” She smiled back at him.
‘Hi, my love. Work.’ Darcy mouthed as he
bent forward to peck her.
‘Hi.’ Lizzy answered frowning and pouting.
But took his hand and they headed for the lifts.
As she kept frowning unhappily, stealing
glances at him every other step Darcy halted and tugged at her hand with a
questioning look. Lizzy twisted her lips to the side and shrugged. He smiled.
‘Excuse me for a minute, Mr. Wotton.’ He
said on the phone, pressed mute and dropped it into his blazer’s pocket. ‘Hello
my love.’ He said lovingly and bent to give her a big fat open mouthed kiss.
Lizzy hugged his waist and leaned on him
to enjoy what she had been hungry for the last four days since she had left him
in New York, and he enclosed her in a bear hug that made it difficult for her
to breath. Maybe it was just the big kiss that was diminishing her oxygen inhaling.
‘Wow, that was so much better, Mr. Darcy.’
Lizzy whispered on his lips and stole a peck on each side of his mouth.
He grinned, fished his phone from his
pocket and resumed his business call.
As his call proved to be endless, Lizzy
took the wheel and they headed Meryton way. Managing the city traffic was not a
problem for her nerves and she made an effort to fight her uneasiness on
driving on highways for Darcy’s benefit. He had made her acknowledge that it
was just irrational of her to be upset about the two car crashes her family had
been involved on when she was a little girl, and that she could not let her
first husband’s death still affect her so much.
It had been a long conversation over wine
glasses one afternoon at Pemberley a few weeks ago. They discussed each other’s
fears and insecurities, still reestablishing their intimacy broken by the time
they were apart.
Darcy had told her for the first time all about
his Holidays alone in his Pemberley office and Lizzy couldn´t hold in her tears
of guilt. In hind sight it felt a bit awkward and blown out of proportion but all
that had led her to end their relationship last December still hurt. Fortunately
it had been sorted out.
Assuming their relationship as a done deal
had been one of the terms of agreement Darcy had proposed when they got back
together. No more hiding one’s feelings and insecurities, no more fighting over
their future together. Lizzy would be moving to New York to live with him as a
couple; she would take Maddy Lambton’s offer and work at the H&S NY office;
she would close the Boston flat and just use it if and when they wanted to
spend a weekend together at the city. The flat service H&S arranged for her
at the Village, the ‘hotel’ as she called it and used to hide in from time to time
would have to go as well.
His business call finally finished, Darcy
could pay attention to Lizzy. She was concentrated on the road, her shoulders
high and frowning.
‘Relax, Liz. It’s light traffic. We´ll be
there in no time.’ He said kneading her shoulder.
Lizzy smiled. ‘Tough client?’
‘The worst.’ He ran his hands over his
face. ‘I’ve worked on this deal the whole day, didn’t even have time for lunch.
I’m famished.’
‘Will!’ She scalded him. ‘You should have
said something at the airport!’ And reached behind the passenger seat.
‘As soon as I turned on the phone on the
finger his call entered. I wanted to text you that I had already landed but
couldn’t.’ He said and plugged his phone on the car charger.
‘Here. I thought you might want a snack.’
She handed him an ‘I’m green!’ reusable
tote with a container inside.
He smiled at her, delighted. There he
found a delicious roast beef and pickles sandwich, his favorite. ‘The Younges?’
Darcy asked expectantly.
She nodded smiling without averting her
eyes from the road.
‘Thank you!’ He said and opened the
container to let the fragrance reach his nostrils. ‘What would I do without
you?’
‘Suffer!’ Lizzy said and laughed.
He leaned and bit her shoulder.
‘Ouch! I may kill us!’ She shrieked and he
chuckled taking a bite of the sandwich.
In ten seconds the snack was gone and
Darcy sighed contentedly. ‘I’ll miss that deli… Is there anything more?’ He
rummaged unnecessarily in the empty tote and twisted to look behind his seat.
‘No. It was a big sandwich with everything
I had at home. Was it the way you like it?’ She asked and cursed the biker who
passed by her left like a thunder from hell.
‘I could have used more meet, but it was
great. I’m still famished though.’ He patted his belly.
‘You shouldn´t skip lunch so often, love. And
I’ll increase my regular order again.’ She stole a glance at him and smiled.
‘You´ll cease your order, Liz. We can pass
by the deli whenever we visit Boston.’ Darcy said in a stern voice reminding
her yet again that her time away from him was about to end. “Forty four business days.” He recited to
himself. Out loud he said: ‘Will your mother cook any dinner? We could ask them
to meet us in town. Dennie said our Texmex is opened again.’
Lizzy smiled at our restaurant. He was mentioning the place where they had first met.
‘She said something about roasted chicken and garlic potatoes…’
‘God bless that woman’s urge to get rid of
you! She always cooks my favorites!’ He celebrated.
Lizzy laughed. ‘Your profuse compliments
to her cooking help more than her fear of you changing you mind!’
‘Fran knows I’ll never be able to return
you to them. But you could learn her shrimp on cheese…’ Darcy suggested,
twisting on his seat to lean his back on the passenger door and look at his
love while she drove so well on the highway. She could use some distraction.
‘Oh!... Did you suggest that to her?’
Lizzy asked horrified, stealing a glance at him through the dusk light.
‘I may have mentioned it…’ Darcy said and
squinted.
‘That was not fair, Will. You know she
wouldn’t give me peace. She calls me every other day to explain how to choose
the best shrimp to buy!’ Lizzy whined.
Darcy laughed.
‘Last time I was in a conference call!’
Lizzy said.
He was still laughing. ‘Why did you take
her call?’
Lizzy reached out and slapped his arm.
‘You know she doesn’t stop until we pick up the call! She did that to you the
other day when we were at the movies.’
‘Yes. A nagger as good as a cook.’ He
shuddered. ‘So, dinner at the Bennetts in…’ He calculated the time watching the
road and locating them. ‘Two hours. I’m too hungry for that.’
Lizzy raised her brows at him and he
looked dejectedly out the windshield.
‘How about some Arabic food?’ She
suggested and he perked up, interested. ‘White Rocks’ entrance is just a few
minutes away.’
As he frowned she explained.
‘The small city that hosts the Arabic food
festival.’ Lizzy said.
Darcy shook his head. ‘Never heard of.’
‘Come on! Didn’t you guys eat there when
you spent that summer in Netherfield?’ Lizzy asked arranging a lock of her hair
behind her ear so she could see him with her peripheral vision without taking
her eyes off the road.
‘I was busy falling for you then.’ Darcy
smiled.
Lizzy shook her head and sighed. ‘Let´s
have ourselves some kebbehs then.’
Her few minutes turned out to be almost an
hour and by then Darcy’s stomach and mood were out of control. Lizzy found a
spot near the city’s oldest diner in town and parked, glad to step out of the
car. Her hands were stiff from the way she was holding the wheel. The
traditional diner was busy with the evening shift but they managed to find a
nice table and ordered the house’s famous kebbehs.
Actually they were a nice appetizer for Fran’s roast chicken.
Lizzy had two with lemon zest and Darcy
had four. They ordered some kebbehs for
the family back in Meryton, paid their bill and soon they were climbing into
the car to continue the ride.
‘I’ll drive now, Lizzy.’ Darcy said and
reached for the car keys.
‘Be my guest.’ She shrugged.
‘You drive very well on the road, but
awfully slow. And we don’t want to mess with Fran’s nerves.’ He said opening
the car’s door for her.
‘Slow! I was on the limit!’ Lizzy sputtered.
He just smiled and kissed her forehead.
---
Fran’s dinner was fantastic as always.
Amazingly Darcy had three helpings in spite of the sandwich and the kebbehs. Lizzy shook her head at his
appetite and he shrugged.
‘Why are you picking at your food,
Elizabeth?’ Fran asked after observing the couple’s exchange.
‘I’m not that hungry, Momla. I had two kebbehs.’
Lizzy said. ‘Besides, I need to watch out. My jeans are a bit too tight on the
waist.’ She twisted her nose and mouthed a small piece of potato.
Darcy shook his head at her silliness. To
him she was gorgeous.
‘Maybe you are pregnant.’ Fran said
squinting at Lizzy.
Darcy felt his heart take a jolt.
‘Maybe I’m just eating too much.’ Lizzy
answered mirroring her mother’s vehemence.
Darcy swallowed his food and took a breath
to say something but felt a sharp pain in his shin. He turned around and Tom
shook his head ‘no’ with a stern
look.
‘William, tomorrow you´ll might have a
chance to meet my delightful family once again.’ Tom said and raised his brows
at Darcy meaningfully.
Darcy’s head was still swimming with ‘You may be pregnant.’ and stared
stupidly at Tom.
Kitty sighed and rolled her eyes. ‘What do
you mean, dad?’
‘Your cousins want to discuss Gran’s house
and since Lizzy is never here Pipa thought it would be a nice occasion to join
everybody.’ Tom said eying his fierce women as they kept having a silent eye
fight.
It was like he had said magical words. Not
only Fran and Lizzy quit their recurrent fight over ‘it’s time you man up and give me grandchildren since I’m the only one
who doesn’t have any’ but Kitty had a horror expression as well.
‘What?’
The three Bennett women asked at same time with the same terror in their eyes.
The cacophony that followed was already
familiar to Darcy and he busied himself counting days and dates in his head
trying to figure out if his love could really be pregnant with their baby. He
concluded that no, it was just Fran messing with Lizzy’s patience as usual. And
her waist did not seem any different for him; he had just hugged her in the
library before dinner.
Aunt Philippa, Pipa for short, was Tom’s
only sister and her three children, Lizzie and Kitty were the late Granny
Bennett’s heirs. Gran’s meager jewels and savings account had been already
distributed between the five of them, but the house was still a matter of
discussion.
After her death, Granny’s old and spacious
house had been leant to Ryan – the oldest of the cousins - and his family since
he had just had another child. Now, almost two yeras after, both Fran and Pipa
thought their children needed to sort that out. They had been provoking each
other over the matter whenever they met.
It was arranged that the cousins would
meet the next day after lunch to discuss the house situation and solve it once
and for all. That gave Fran enough ammunition for the rest of the evening and
Lizzy was let off the hook for the time being.
---
‘Love, why is Fran so enraged with your
aunt Pipa?’ Darcy asked from their bed in Lizzy’s former teenage room now
redecorated with a flashy floral wallpaper to match the new dark drapes more
fit for a couple’s occasional stay.
Lizzy shrugged from the dresser where she
was storing her toiletries and makeup. ‘Old sour grapes from back when they
were young. Something to do with a Christmas when Aunt Pipa forgot to buy my
mom a gift and gave her some drugstore perfume. My dad says it wasn’t so bad,
but my mom was furious and humiliated.’
‘I see. Will this meeting be as bad as you
think?’ He asked as she got into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
‘I guess. For me at least… I hate to
discuss money issues. Especially being Granny’s house. We were always there as
kids.’ Lizzy came back to the bathroom door and leaned on the frame with her
toothbrush in her hand. ‘All the cousins used to play in her garden after
school until our parents came from work to pick us up. Kit may not remember
playing with the cousins, but I have fond memories.’ She shoved the toothbrush
in her mouth and used it.
‘Would you like me to call someone to
handle this? I could ask my legal department to deal with the partition.’ He
offered.
‘Ah, Will… You´ll see. It’s not that
simple.’ Lizzy said and came to bed. ‘Cousin Ava always accuses Ryan of taking
advantage of everything and everyone and then Cousin Benjamin fights to get the
exact same share as me since we are the same age, only apart for a few weeks.
Then Kitty says she doesn’t want her share because she doesn’t want to break
apart Granny’s things and then my mom gets in to protect her youngest’s share.’
Lizzy sighed. ‘In another words, a mess. No need for you to get involved in
it.’
He nodded and didn’t argue. ‘Good night,
my love.’ Darcy said in a peck.
‘Night my guppy!’ Lizzy said patting
Darcy’s stomach that was as distended as the cute aquarium fish’s.
---
Early morning Lizzy stretched up in bed
and slowly opened her eyes letting consciousness creep into her. She poised her
arms over her head and looked at the ceiling thinking of the errands Charlo had
imposed on her for the party. Some minutes later Darcy stirred beside her.
She turned her eyes to him and once more
was caught up at how sexy he was, his eyelashes poised on his cheeks. His beard
by now was a lot darker than the carefully arranged five o’clock shadow he
allowed himself to carry on Fridays to reinforce the casual atmosphere in his
office.
He groaned and stirred again before his
eyes fluttered open. They locked eyes for a while and she smiled timidly. He
smiled back with his lips closed. She winked at him and he grinned.
Darcy stretched and reached her mouth for
a full morning kiss, his left hand roaming her waist to bring her closer to
him. Lizzy let him drag her down the bed and with her arms still over her head
hugged his.
‘I believe I owe you a proper reunion,
Bennett.’ Darcy whispered on her neck.
‘Mmmm… I’ll take it now before you stuff
your face at breakfast.’ Lizzy answered, her panties warming up.
He chuckled and unburied his head from her
neck to look her in the eye. ‘Did I eat that much yesterday?’
She nodded giggling and his smiling eyes
were distracted from her fine ones by a delicious naked hard nipple. When he
dragged her down to meet his mouth, her right shoulder and breast had gotten
free from her V-neck sleep shirt that also had bundled around her waist.
‘Isn´t this night dress too big for you?’
He asked running his hand over her panties, caressing her butt.
‘Yes… I chose two sizes bigger so you
could have better access…’ She answered searching his mouth one more time.
‘Thank you, woman. You always think of
ways to please me.’ He said on her lips while his hands dove inside her panties
to have more butt to knead. ‘What can I do to reward you?’
Lizzy leaned back and with her right index
finger pressed her right aureole just beside her nipple. ‘You could kiss me
here…’ She blinked flirtatiously at him.
‘My pleasure.’ And he dove for her breast
hungrily. ‘Maybe some of this too?’ Darcy offered and his left hand travelled
inside her panties from her bottom, over her hip, to reach her pussy.
‘Is the waxing what you asked for?’ Lizzy
said.
‘It is. First thing I noticed when you changed
last night.’ Darcy said.
His fingers reached soft hairless skin and
she moaned lying fully on her back to spread her legs a bit wider. He groaned
and attacked her other nipple over her thin sleep shirt.
‘I really like this shirt. You should buy
others. All white and thin like this so I can see your tits through it.’ He
said and nibbled her left nipple.
‘Oh… I can say that these boxer briefs
you’re wearing are my favorite.’ Lizzy said and took a deep breath as his
middle finger found its way to her point of ignition. When she could think
again she freed his erection from the front of his briefs. He released her
nipple and rose on his right elbow to look at her hand caressing him.
And that was how Fran found them when she
opened the door calling out for Lizzy. His erection high and proud out of his briefs
with Lizzy’s hand holding its base, Darcy’s hand inside the front of her
panties and a finger snuggly caressing her inner walls.
‘Momla!’
Lizzy shrieked and releasing him threw herself on top of Darcy to shield him
from her mother´s eyes since he was facing the door. His hand was caught in an
awkward twist and he struggled to take it off her panties without hurting her.
‘Get out!’
‘Oh, I’m sorry… I knocked and…’ Fran
stared shamelessly at them but had the decency to blush.
‘Get out, Mom!’ Lizzy shouted twisting her
eyes from Darcy’s wide-eyed expression and looked at Fran. ‘Close the door. Get
out! And knock next time!’
‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’ Fran said, took
a step back and closed the door.
Lizzy jumped and turned the lock after her
mother. ‘Why didn’t you lock the door when we went to bed last night?’ She bent
on her waist and leaned her hands on her knees trying to catch her breath. Her
heart was in a crazy pace, erratically beating.
Darcy blushed, laid on his back and
covered his eyes with his right arm while protecting his deflating cock with
his left hand. ‘I thought you had done it.’ He mumbled.
“Oh, the horror, the horror. My mother-in-law catches me with a finger
inside her daughter’s pussy and my hard-on out in the open. Fuck!” William Darcy had never been so ashamed
in his whole life.
But he would be even more. Not thirty
minutes later he had to seat at the breakfast table with the whole family.
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song: John Tyree - All I ever wanted
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read the second part here.
to be continued... ;)
