The Music Room

by LeahYael

February 2003, Firthness Challenge Entry

Rated R/NC-17 - Mature audiences only. Login required.

William Darcy reflected on the dinner he had just consumed with the lovely Elizabeth Bennet as he signed the bill. She had finally agreed to this date after that disastrous drunken proposal at his aunt’s Christmas party.

The conversation at dinner had started out flirty, but progressed to more serious subjects as they began to learn more about each other’s lives and families. When he had told her about his baby sister, Georgiana’s seduction and ultimate abandonment by George Wickham, she had reached out and taken his hand across the table. Just the memory of her action sent a surge of heat through his body. The way she stroked his knuckles with her fingertips, as they continued through the conversation, sent a shiver down his spine.

“Elizabeth,” he began in earnest, “I hope you don’t mind, but I asked Mrs. Reynolds to prepare our dessert. I had her make something that I think you will greatly enjoy.”

“Why Mr. Darcy,” she teased, “is this how the upscale ask a girl home to look at his ‘etchings’?”

He smiled, catching on to her teasing tone and gasped in mock-hurt. “Miss Bennet, you cut me to the quick! Had I that in mind, I would have invited you home to see the music room, knowing your fondness for unusual instruments.”

“I see… well in that case,” she began, giving his imprisoned hand a gentle squeeze, “let me go to the ladies’ to freshen up. I will be right back.” At that, she rose and left him. He signaled for the bill and smiled. This could get interesting.

He saw her approaching the table and stood to meet her. “Are you ready then, Elizabeth?”

“Indeed I am, William,” she smiled in return.

At the coat check, he helped her into her wrap before donning his own coat and tipped the coat-check ladies. As he ushered her out the door, she grasped the hand she had so recently abandoned and gave him a delighted smile. “William, this dinner was wonderful. I’ve never eaten here. It’s such a treat. The singer who performed songs of love from the great operas was incredible. Do they do that often?”

As Darcy had called Powell, his driver, while Elizabeth was in the powder room, the limo was waiting for them just beyond the awning. He followed her into the spacious car and answered, “Daniel does this on special occasions and holidays. That particular singer, Patricia, is someone he regularly hires. She truly has the voice of a goddess.”

“Which goddess would that be now, William?” she asked impertinently as he settled in beside her. “Hera? Persephone? Aphrodite?” She gave him a playful bump with her shoulder.

William’s breath caught in his throat. “More of a Siren,” he whispered.

“But Sirens seduce men and then lead them to their death, William. Surely she is not of their ilk?”

“No,” he responded. “But, I am beginning to think you are, Elizabeth.” The look that he gave her could have melted steel.

“Are you willing to test that assumption, sir?”

“Indeed, I worry for my safety, Madam.” He began to trace her jaw with the side of his hand leaning closer to her. “You have blinded me with your beauty.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. He heard her sigh and pressed his mouth to hers to deepen the kiss, running his tongue along her lips to part them, and she responded by granting him access and making some explorations of her own.

Their embrace was vice-like in its intensity; tongues battling for supremacy, hands wandering, hair tangling in fingers. When they came up for air, William checked himself. He was a gentleman and was not going to have his first time with Elizabeth be a quick f*ck in the limo. That could come later. He gathered her into his arms and laid her head on his shoulder so that he could stroke his hands through her silky curls.

He watched her breathing even out and smiled. She desired him! His smile grew. Months of loving her from afar and she was finally coming to his home. As the limo slowed and came to a halt, he kissed her on the top of the head and spoke. “We’re home, Elizabeth.”

She turned her head to him and smiled. He leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips before the knock, which subtly indicated the door was about to open. He handed Elizabeth out of the car, thanked Powell, and guided her to the front door of his townhouse.

Darcy held the door open and ushered her into the house. He couldn’t believe it. Elizabeth Bennet was finally in his home. He watched her take in his entry hall with wonder, her eyes wide as saucers as she absorbed the grandeur that was his home.

She was stunning. Her black strapless sheath had a plunging neckline and a short train that swept the floor. For the first time that evening, as he watched her from behind, he noticed that her gown appeared to be held together by a row of tiny buttons down the back. A challenge.

He walked up, standing close behind her but not quite touching her, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for your dessert?”

“Yes,” she whispered in return.

He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her into the kitchen. He noticed the covered platter on the warmer and pointed her to the island in the center of the kitchen, which had two high stools beside it. She sat on the stool taking in the kitchen. It was fully stocked with professional appliances, including her dream: a huge sub-zero.

“William, this kitchen is a dream! Do you cook?”

He joined her, placing a plate in front of her with what looked like an extremely thick chocolate chip cookie garnished with two strawberries dipped in chocolate. “Rarely,” was his reply. “I tend to have odd hours…” Something I intend to change with you in my life. “So Mrs. Reynolds does most of the cooking. Though I will admit to a soft spot for baking bread. It’s something I used to do with my mother… now, eat up. This is one of Mrs. Reynolds’ specialties.” He handed her a spoon and sat down on the available stool.

She cut into the ‘cookie’ only to discover that it was a warm, hollow shell filled with hot fudge. A whimper of delight escaped her lips as she brought the dripping confection to her lips. “Mmm,” she moaned. “William this is heavenly! I have never had anything like it before!”

“Indeed,” he smiled. She had a little bit of chocolate at the corner of her mouth and he had a sudden urge to lick it off. He checked himself, yet again. Instead, he brought his finger to her lips and wiped it off. He was about to lick the chocolate off of his own finger, when she grabbed hold of his hand. A mischievous smile spread over her lips and invaded her eyes. She brought his finger to her mouth and flicked her tongue over it to taste the chocolate on his skin. Noticing that she did not get it all, she used the length of her tongue and her lips to suck his finger into her mouth, laving it clean with her tongue and a gentle suction.

Her actions brought to mind a much more intimate act that she might perform on him at some point. Their breathing seemed to accelerate in unison. William was having trouble controlling his arousal as she let his finger go.

“Elizabeth, would you like to see the collection now?” he asked, his voice husky with desire.

She turned her head slightly so that they were lip-to-lip and just a hair’s breadth separated them. “Yes. Thank you,” she whispered.

“Well, then,” he took her elbow. “Shall we?”

He led her towards the music room, still walking slightly behind her and guiding her by the elbow. He led her down the hall and opened the mahogany double doors, which concealed the music room. He slid them open and she gasped.

The room was bathed in soft candlelight. Sconces on the walls had been lit with long burning tapers. “I called Mrs. Reynolds before we left Daniel and asked her to light the room.”

“William! Are these all yours?” she asked, taking in the sumptuous view before her.

“Well, Georgiana might argue with me, but yes. Please, come in,” he invited, leading her into the room.

Elizabeth marveled at what she saw. The room was large with deep burgundy walls and exposed mahogany trim. A large part of the floor was covered with a luxurious Persian rug but it was the uncarpeted portion of the room, which beckoned to her. She stroked her hands lightly across the cover of a beautifully maintained (and unquestionably old) Steinway Grand.

“It was my grandmother’s,” William whispered. “My grandfather gave it to her as a wedding gift.” He watched her, as mesmerized by her as she took in the glorious instruments before her.

“Is this a real fortepiano, William?” she asked, astonished.

“I believe so… but you’d have to ask Georgie,” was his reply.

Elizabeth gasped as she spied an instrument in the corner, next to a curtained panel. “You have a Grimaldi harpsichord?” she asked as she rushed over to the instrument. She stopped short just inches away from it.

William walked up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, smiling. “Would you like to play it?”

She turned in his embrace. “May I?”

William’s breath caught in his throat at her nearness. “Indeed, you may.”

He sat on the bench next to her as she reverently lifted the lid of the antique instrument. She fingered a few chords lightly and then began to play and hum along to a virtuosic tune. Her eyes were closed; she was clearly entranced by the music. Darcy couldn’t believe the sensual picture she presented. Her long lashes resting against her cheeks, her face relaxed and her lips slightly parted. Her breathing was deep and regular and seemed to match the phrasing of her playing.

When she finished the song. She remained still for a moment, and then opened her eyes. “Thank you,” she said smiling.

“That was extraordinary,” William breathed. “What piece was that?”

“Negghitosi or voi che fate, from Handel’s Ariodante. It’s a vengeance aria. The character of Dalinda has just discovered that she has been abandoned by her lover, the evil Polinesso.” She smiled. “I just taught a master class in baroque vocal ornamentation in Montreal last weekend. So this is fresh in my mind.”

They were sitting so close to each other now that their bodies were touching from hip to knees. Their breathing was unsteady and they caught each other’s eyes. They leaned in towards each other and brushed their lips together. Elizabeth sighed as the velvet of his lips parted from hers.

“Do you drink brandy, Elizabeth?” Darcy asked hoarsely. “Mrs. Reynolds left us a tray.”

“Yes, please.”

She followed Darcy over to the sitting area of the room and kicked off her shoes to feel the deep Persian wool beneath her feet.

“William, this rug is heavenly!” Elizabeth exclaimed as she sunk down onto the velvet settee.

“Thank you,” he replied, handing her a drink, kicking off his own shoes and taking his place next to her. “Another one of my grandmother’s treasures.”

They sat, wordlessly sipping their brandies, gazing at each other intently for several moments, when they broke the silence together.

“Elizabeth I…”

“William I…”

They laughed.

“Please, go on.” Elizabeth spoke first.

“Elizabeth,” he began tentatively, “thank you so much for giving me another chance. I know you may not wish to hear this, but I am still in love with you, and I do not want to risk losing you again. If you want to leave, the door is open.”

“William. I want you.”

With that statement, she placed her empty snifter on the floor and slithered into his lap. She crawled up his body from navel to lips, taking in his masculine scent, causing him to recline on the settee. When she reached his full lips, she brushed her own against his. Once, twice, three times, before sealing them together and prodding his open with her tongue.

William needed no more encouragement and wrapped his arms around her as his tongue began to prod back. Gently they explored each other’s mouths. Darcy’s hands snaked up the back of Elizabeth’s thighs and caressed her beautifully rounded bottom. Their kisses were becoming more frantic and Elizabeth ached to feel his skin. She quickly removed his already loosened tie and made quick work of his shirt. She hiked up her gown so that she could straddle his legs and relish the bare skin of his chest.

She attacked his throat with renewed vigor and sprinkled kisses down his chest, flicking her tongue against his skin to take in the full sensory experience of him. His breathing was becoming ragged and his eyes were closed. She made her way across his chest and latched on to his nipple.

He moaned as she suckled him while simultaneously flicking her tongue across the hard tip. He was astounded into inaction by her aggressiveness. He had wanted to seduce her, yet here he was, being seduced.

Elizabeth looked up from her position attached to his chest. He took her breath away. He was so handsome and obviously very turned on by her actions. She felt so powerful. She returned to his lips.

This kiss was nothing like the tender kisses they had just shared. This one was a blaze of white-hot passion. Their tongues dueled fiercely, each fighting for dominance, each seeking release. Elizabeth, in the dominant position, had the advantage and used it to the fullest.

She worked her way down his body until she reached his belt. She looked up at his face and flashed a wicked grin. She ran her tongue along the waistband of his trousers and gripped his belt with her teeth. “Oh Elizabeth,” he moaned as she undid his belt and removed his trousers. They were quickly followed by his boxers and socks. She sat by his feet and took in the sight before her.

His muscular frame was stretched out, cat-like, on the settee and his phenomenal erection was straining skyward. Elizabeth purred as she began her ascent. She kissed his shin and nipped at his knees. Using her tongue to trail her way up his thighs and stopping just before her target.

He moaned and threw his head back in anticipation of what was to come. Elizabeth moved her face into his lap and inhaled his delicious scent. She touched his tip with the tip of her tongue, tasting the drop of moisture that had coalesced there. “Mmm,” she purred, “you taste so good.”

She used her tongue to stroke him up and down while she simultaneously sucked and nipped at him.

“Oh god, Elizabeth,” he cried as she licked and sucked him into a frenzy. “Please, I can’t…”

Elizabeth began to hum another aria from Ariodante as she continued her ministrations. She felt his tension continue to build as his hips began to rock and his buttocks started to clench. She felt his manhood begin to throb in her mouth and knew his release was imminent. She urged him on by grabbing and kneading his bottom. “Oh Elizabeth!” he groaned. “Oh please! Oh god!” Elizabeth increased her suction and with a great moan he emptied himself into her mouth.

Elizabeth crawled up his torso, laid herself along his body and began to nibble at his neck and shoulders as his breathing returned to normal. He grasped the sides of her head and pulled her face up to his mouth; they lay that way for several minutes, kissing until he felt the need to taste more of her.

He trailed kisses down her neck and nibbled on her earlobe, inhaling the warm scent of her perfume. He returned to her lips and explored every nook of her mouth with his tongue, while his hands explored her back and bottom. He sat up and leaned her in the other direction so that he could explore her further. “Elizabeth, you are like the sweetest candy,” he murmured. He trailed his kisses down into the deep V of her cleavage, tasting the softness there.

“Wait,” she whispered. She stood up in front of him and reached into her cleavage. He heard a pop and her dressed fell into a pile at her feet. She was Venus rising out of a sea of black silk.

“Oh, Elizabeth!” he gasped. She was perfect! Her petite figure was lush and round. He needed to have her. He rose and pulled her into his arms, possessing her mouth with his own. Tracing her teeth and sucking her tongue into his mouth where a fierce battle raged.

He pulled her down with him onto the soft carpet and continued with his caresses. He rolled her over onto her back and began his exploration of her body in earnest. He tasted her collarbone and nestled his head between her breasts. He rubbed his cheek against her softness and moved to taste her.

She was looking down at him, eyes filled with deep desire. He took her nipple in his mouth. She moaned and closed her eyes as he removed his lips and breathed softly on her breast, tracing the aureole slowly with his tongue. Her breathing began to come in shorter gasps and he resumed his suckling while bringing the other nipple to tightness with one hand while the other continued his explorations of her body.

He traced around her navel with a finger, then slowly snaked lower and lower until he encountered her wetness. As his finger made contact, a long, low moan escaped Elizabeth’s lips. He began to move his fingers in a sensual rhythm as he kissed and nibbled his way down her body.

As he approached his goal, he paused to look up at her. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and her hands were gripping the deep pile of the rug. She was his. He slowly dipped his tongue into her folds and her body tensed. He licked and suckled, bringing her to a frenzy of heat. As he replaced his fingers with his tongue, her moans became louder and she called out his name.

His own control was slipping and he crawled back up her body kissing her full lips. “Elizabeth,” he whispered. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she practically shouted. “Please, William, I need you. I need you now.”

With that, he kissed her even more fiercely, pulling her leg up around his waist and sliding into her. She sighed as he filled her and he let out a quiet moan. Their eyes locked as he began to slowly slide in and out of her. The warm friction between their bodies matched the flaming in their hearts. As his motions became faster, hers became more frantic. She needed to feel more of him and wrapped both of her legs around his waist using her heels to press him on.

His slow thrusting became a sensual grind. Their bodies were dancing the ultimate, primal dance and they were soaring. As the grinding became more intense Elizabeth felt an orgasm rip through her. “Mmmm, William!” she cried.

That was his cue and he resumed his thrusting, moving her legs from around his waist to over his shoulders. He needed to feel her depth, and this position offered him all that he dreamed. As his thrusting increased in speed, he felt her body react. She was approaching another orgasm and he wanted to relish in it. He kneaded her bum as he continued his thrusting, and she blossomed like an evening flower around him. This was almost too much to bear. “Elizabeth!” he cried as his own orgasm began to tear through him. “Oh, my love!” He emptied himself into her and collapsed on top of her.

She reveled in the feeling of his weight on top of her. This is what making love was all about. Giving yourself freely and without inhibition. Darcy rolled them onto their sides and pulled her close to. He reached up and pulled a soft cashmere throw off the settee and wrapped it around them.

William sprinkled soft kisses on her face and in her hair and whispered softly to her. “Elizabeth, stay here with me tonight.”

She wound her arms around him and returned the kiss. “I can think of no where else I’d rather be.”

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