MY MR KNIGHTLEY by Shazza Hi all, this is the first story I ever wrote - only a few weeks ago. Thanks to ShannonKay I have the courage to post it. Its not a Darcy story though, its a Mr Knightley and Emma story (R rated). Both Melly and ShannonKay advised that even though it was not a Darcy story it would be OK for he site. Hope you like it.................let me know, but be kind!! Shazza CHAPTER ONE "Marry me?" Mr Knightley implored Emma. "Marry me, my darling, wonderful friend." Emma blushed and lowered her head, then looked up at Mr Knightley through her lashes. She nodded her head slightly, and smiled. Mr Knightley leaned in towards her and lifted her chin with his right hand. His smile was a mixture of joy and smugness. Emma, the matchmaker, had not even dared hope for this match. He moved towards her and pressed his lips lightly to hers. He felt Emma responding as she shyly kissed him back. Emma suddenly broke off the kiss and turned away. "Oh no - I cannot do this! I cannot marry you," she cried. "Why ever not?" asked Mr Knightly concerned at her distress. He put his hands on her shoulders and buried his lips in her hair. " I cannot leave father all alone. I will not abandon him. First Isabella, then Mrs Weston, and now me." "My darling Emma" said Mr Knightley "I could not secure your happiness while attacking your fathers. As long as your joy requires your being at Hartfield, then let it be my home too." Emma turned to face Mr Knightley again and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh thank you, thank you" she said softly. Mr Knightley nuzzled her neck and began to place light kisses on her cheek. Emma did not move from his arms. He took this to mean that she did not object to his forwardness. "Oh Emma" he whispered in her ear "I am the happiest man in the world." Emma lifted her head and looked at him. "Now I need not call you Mr Knightley, I may call you my Mr Knightley!" she said. Mr Knightley kissed her again on her soft rosebud lips, this time with a little more ardour. He could feel Emma responding again, her arms still around his neck, her body leaning in to his. He kissed her again, this time more deeply than before, as his hands moved to hold her waist tight. His lips traced along her jaw to her ear, and down her long slender neck. "My darling Emma" he murmured, his hands sliding up from her waist, along her back and into her hair. "I love you, my darling Emma." "Oh Mr Knightley, I love you too!" Emma sighed. He could feel himself growing ever more aroused by her pliant young body in his arms, and the way she accepted his touch and his kisses. He kissed her lips softly and slowly again, as his fingers disappeared into her blonde hair. He could feel that he was losing control, as he became intoxicated with her. With much regret, Mr Knightley ended the kiss, and ran his hands through his brown wavy hair. "We must go and see your father at once" he said. He took Emma by the hand and together they walked through the trees towards Hartfield. CHAPTER TWO Mr Woodhouse was sitting in his favourite armchair in the library, snoozing. Emma quietly opened the library door and peeked in. She could see that her father was dozing, with the book he had been reading still open on his lap. "Oh he is asleep," she said to Mr Knightley. " I hate to wake him". "Then don't" Mr Knightley replied "I can wait for him to finish his nap." "Why don't we wait in here?" asked Emma, as she took Mr Knightley by the hand and led him through the sitting room door. Mr Knightley closed the door behind them. Emma sat on the couch and indicated to Mr Knightley to sit in the armchair opposite her. Mr Knightley ignored her and sat on her left on the couch. He took her left hand in his hands and lifted it to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand and said "I am so happy my darling, I feel I am about to burst. I went to my brothers house to escape my thoughts of you, but I went to the wrong place. Seeing your sister Isabella and her happiness made the torture more acute. I had to return to you, and risk losing our friendship forever by declaring my love for you." Emma smiled lovingly at him. Still holding her hand, he turned it over and pressed his lips to her palm. Emma felt the exquisite pleasure surge through her, and involuntarily closed her eyes, as her lips parted and the corners of her mouth hinted at a smile. Mr Knightley moved his lips from her palm to her wrist, and kissed her soft flesh slowly and deliberately. He twisted his body on the couch so that he was half facing her, still holding her left arm. He pressed her back against the cushions, and moved his hands to her waist. His lips again sought hers, and he kissed her, breathing in the air from her. She pulled away from his lips and said raggedly "Mr Knightley, would you care for some tea?" as she pushed a stray hair from her fringe back in place. "No thank you, Miss Woodhouse, I have all that I desire here," said Mr Knightley cheekily, as he moved his lips from her lips to her neck and back again. "Oh dear, I do hope my father will not be asleep for long!" Emma said. "On the contrary my love, I hope that he enjoys a good long rest" Knightley said in his low seductive voice, as his lips brushed lower towards the neck of her gown. His left hand moved up to rest lightly on her right breast, which, although small, was firm and warm under his hand. His lips kissed the soft flesh of her chest, and he moaned "my darling Emma". Emma could feel the sweet previously unknown sensations swirling within her, her breathing becoming heavy and laboured. Mr Knightley pressed his hand harder against her right breast, his fingers and thumb feeling her nipple through the thin material of her dress. The movement of his fingers made Emma sigh and moan and she moved her hand to his shoulder, then up to his hair. He bent his head and pressed his lips against her nipple as he began to knead it with his teeth through her dress. His left hand dropped from her breast to her right hip and down her leg. He was leaning over and towards her now and he felt sure that she must he able to feel his urgency against her body. He was becoming hard and his breeches were growing tight across his lap. Emma ran her fingers through his thick hair, lost in the pleasure he was producing in her. I wonder whether Mr and Mrs Elton do this? Emma thought fleetingly. Surely not, she thought. Mr Elton surely could never produce these feelings in anyone. Suddenly Mr Knightley leaped to his feet as he heard Mr Woodhouse shout "Emma! Emma! Are you back?" He moved quickly to the mantelpiece above the fireplace, and stood strategically with his back to the door. Straightening her hair and smoothing her dress, Emma shot to her feet, as Mr Woodhouse opened the sitting room door. "Oh, there you are. And Mr Knightley too! How long have you been here?" "Father, I ran into Mr Knightley as I was walking home from church, and invited him in for some tea. We have just arrived. Mr Knightley was just admiring my new painting weren't you?" "Yes indeed, a very fine painting, don't you agree Mr Woodhouse?" Mr Knightley felt his breeches returning to normal and the flush leaving his cheeks. Nevertheless, he stood admiring the painting over the mantelpiece for a little longer. "Well," said Emma to Mr Knightley, "I shall go and fetch some tea, and bread and butter while you two men visit together." CHAPTER THREE "Please sit Knightley" Mr Woodhouse said, and indicated the couch where moments ago Mr Knightley had been making love to Mr Woodhouse's daughter. The irony did not escape Knightley who hid a small smile behind his hand as he sat. "You are back from London sooner than I expected Knightley" Mr Woodhouse said. "Are Isabella and your brother John well?" "Yes, very well thank you, Isabella was as charming as ever, the perfect hostess in fact, and my brother is very happy in his choice of a wife. I only hope that I shall be as happy as they are," said Mr Knightley. "Are you considering marriage Knightley?" asked a somewhat surprised Mr Woodhouse. "Yes indeed I am Mr Woodhouse" Mr Knightley replied. "That is the delicate and perplexing matter that I wished to discuss with my brother." "I see" said Mr Woodhouse earnestly "and did your brother assist you to reach a decision about the matter?" Mr Woodhouse enquired. Mr Knightley smiled and said, "yes, indeed he did. I have proposed to the young lady in question and am humbled and overwhelmed that she has accepted me, pending approval from her father." "Well, if I were you Knightley," said Mr Woodhouse "I would not hesitate in calling on her father and seeking his consent to the union. Asking for a daughters hand in marriage is a serious thing!" "Indeed it is Mr Woodhouse, and that is why I am here now..." Mr Knightley let the last statement hang in the air, seeking a reaction in Mr Woodhouses face. Slowly Mr Woodhouse lifted his head and stared directly at Knightley. "You mean...Emma? Emma is the young lady you have proposed marriage to? And she has accepted you?" he said shocked. "And you are here asking me for my consent?" "Yes Mr Woodhouse, that is exactly what I am doing. The fact of the matter is that I love Emma with all my heart. When I thought that she was intended for Frank Churchill I could not bear the thought. But when I learned that Frank was secretly engaged to Jane Fairfax, I returned from London as quickly as I could to try to win her for my own. I found her returning from church this morning, and made my feelings known to her as we walked to Hartfield. I proposed to her under the oak trees not more than an hour ago, and her response has made me very happy. Hearing you give your consent would make my happiness complete." At that moment Emma appeared with the tea tray, and small bread and butter sandwiches. Mr Knightley jumped to his feet to assist her, and a loving look passed between them. Mr Knightley smiled at Emma, but said nothing of his discussion with Mr Woodhouse. Mr Woodhouse cleared his throat and said "Emma, did you and Mr Knightley have a nice walk back from church this morning?" "Yes father" said Emma trying to keep her voice even and light. She busied herself pouring cups of tea for her father and Mr Knightley. "I see my dear" Mr Woodhouse said. " Did anything unusual happen on your walk?" "What do you mean father?" Emma enquired. "Mr Knightley tells me that you and he had a rather serious talk under the oak tree. Is that true?" Mr Woodhouse replied. "Yes father we did" Emma said. "And you accept his proposal of marriage readily and wholeheartedly? Do you love him?" said Mr Woodhouse. "Oh yes father I do!" Emma beamed excitedly. She glanced at Mr Knightley who had resumed his seat on the couch. He was juggling a cup of tea and a bread and butter sandwich and hiding a grin behind his hand. "Well then, if Knightley makes you as happy as you appear to be now, then I am delighted to give my consent. I am most delighted to do so!" Mr Woodhouse beamed. He stood and kissed Emma on the cheek and as Mr Knightley placed his cup back on the table and rose from the couch, Mr Woodhouse extended his hand and the two men shook hands vigorously. "Congratulations Knightley! Wonderful! Wonderful!" said Mr Woodhouse. Emma continued to beam. She moved to stand next to her Mr Knightley and slipped her arm through his. She said "and father, there is more good news. Mr Knightley has agreed to live at Hartfield so I can be near you. I do not wish to leave you on your own." "What?" said Mr Woodhouse, "is this true Knightley?" "Yes sir, it is" Knightley said. "If it makes Emma happy to be here at Hartfield with you, then so be it. If you agree, I will gladly make this my home too." Mr Woodhouse turned to Emma and took her hands in his. "My dear dear daughter" he said. "I am touched that on this happiest of days for you, you think of my happiness as well. But I cannot accept Knightleys kind offer. Your place will be by his side at Donwell Abbey. You will be mistress of his house, just as Isabella is mistress of Johns house in London." "Oh but father, I could not possibly leave you alone here" cried Emma. "And I could not possibly ask you to stay here my child. While I bitterly complain about being left alone, and marriage being an interruption to ones social circle, the fact is that I would have nothing to complain about if you were to remain under this roof. And you know how I love to complain. No, I have our housekeeper and you will not be all that far away from me. I will be fine. I will not discuss it any further " said Mr Woodhouse. "Well, if you think you will be alright father, then it is settled," said Emma. Mr Woodhouse turned to Knightley and said "As you know Knightley I am a man of moderation, and would never normally propose a drink at this hour, but I believe that this is an exception, and I have some excellent elderberry wine in the library. What would you say to a glass to toast your good fortune?" "That would be most appropriate Mr Woodhouse, thank you," said Knightley. "Come children, come," Mr Woodhouse said as he moved towards the door. When he reached the hall and disappeared out of view, Mr Knightley quickly stole another kiss from Emma. CHAPTER FOUR The morning of the wedding dawned clear and sunny. It was a good omen for their future, Emma thought. He mind was bursting with thoughts. Today I am to become Mrs Knightley she smilingly thought to herself. A dark thought stirred. Today is the day I leave my father alone, and for a moment sadness clouded her face. Then another thought. Tonight I will become a woman. She smiled shyly at this thought, and wondered exactly what that entailed. She had certainly been the recipient of Mr Knightleys passions in the last few weeks. On several occasions she had had to remind him of his place, as his kisses became too overwhelming, and his hands tried to explore places they shouldn't. Mr Knightley had taken her admonishment of his liberties of manner good naturedly, but secretly he could not wait for the wedding day and night. He could not wait to make Emma truly his. Emma dressed in her wedding gown and long veil and carried a small bouquet of lily of the valley. Soon it was time to leave for the church. Mr Woodhouse looked at his fob watch impatiently and thought to himself that they would be late. "Hurry along Emma" he called to her. Suddenly she appeared before him. He smiled and tears welled in his eyes. "You look beautiful my dear" he said. "Your darling mother would be so proud of you." Emma smiled and Mr Woodhouse said, "come, it is time to leave." Together they stepped into the carriage and towards a new future for both of them. The sun was shining brightly as Mr and Mrs Knightley walked out of the church down an aisle of their friends and family, under rose covered arches. As they passed through their friends, Emma recognised Mr and Mrs Elton, Frank and Jane, Harriet Smith and Robert Martin, Mr and Mrs Weston, Miss Bates, Mrs Bates and of course Isabella and John. They were all there sharing in their joy. As the happy couple reached the last of the rose covered arches, Mr Knightley stopped and kissed his bride tenderly. "You are my Mr Knightley at last," Emma whispered. "Not quite yet my darling" Knightley replied. Just the wedding breakfast and carriage trip to Donwell Abbey to get through, then she is mine, Mr Knightley thought. CHAPTER FIVE In the carriage on the way to Donwell Abbey, Mr Knightley covered Emmas knees with a rug to ward off the chill air, then covered her face with his kisses. "Isn't it wonderful that Isabella and John are staying with father for the two weeks that we are away?" Emma said. "Yes indeed" Knightley murmured in between kisses. He put his arm around her shoulder and she snuggled against him for the rest of the trip. As they arrived at Donwell Abbey, Mr Knightley helped his wife from the carriage and inside her new magnificent new home. His servants had prepared a light supper in her new sitting room, which was between her bedroom and his. Her new maid showed her around her bedroom and dressing room. Mr Knightley thanked the maid and valet for their thoughtfulness and congratulatory wishes and dismissed them for the night. "Are you hungry my darling?" he asked Emma. "No my love, but I would like a glass of wine please." Knightley poured two glasses of wine and gave one to her. He proposed a toast. "To my darling, wonderful friend who is now my beautiful adorable wife. I will love you forever," he said as they clinked the glasses and sipped their wine. His eyes contained fire as he looked at her. He stepped towards her and took the glass from her hand and set it on the table. He picked up a strawberry from the fruit bowl and gently fed it to Emma. "I once heard you say to Miss Smith that she must have strawberries at her wedding. I asked cook to provide some for us tonight," he said. Emma daintily nibbled at the berry that Knightley held. Then he popped the remaining half in his own mouth and smiled. He leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips. His hands went to her hips and he pulled her closer to him. He continued to kiss her lips, softly tasting them with his tongue. Her arms went up to caress his chest and one hand travelled to his hair, just behind his ear. His kisses grew more urgent and he was delighted that she returned them unashamedly. Emma felt that she was melting in his arms. Her legs felt weak and Knightley thought that she might faint. He scooped her into his arms and carried her to the closest chair. He began to kiss her again and she sighed as she nuzzled his neck. "My darling it is time for you to change out of your clothes and get ready for bed" he said, resisting the urge to remove her clothes himself. CHAPTER SIX She unwound herself from his lap and moved to her dressing room. Her heart was beating wildly as she disrobed and changed into her virginal white nightgown. Mr Knightley went to his dressing room and quickly removed his coat, vest and cravat. He pulled his boots off and undid his breeches. When at last he stood, his breeches fell to the floor. He stepped out of them and smiled as he realised the extent of his arousal. He slipped out of his shirt and threw on his dressing gown to cover his nakedness. Emma took the pins from her hair and let her blonde tresses fall loosely around her shoulders. Knightley returned to her sitting room and called out "are you ready my darling?" Emma stepped from her dressing room and turned to face him. She guessed from the bare chest peeking out of his dressing gown that he was naked, and she was glad that he had modestly covered himself for her. She stood shyly in the doorway. "My God, you are beautiful Emma" he said. He took her by the hand and drew her to him, kissing her gently, then more passionately. His hands trailed down her hips and he was delighted to find that she was naked beneath her nightgown. "Oh love" Emma sighed "my love, my love." Through her nightgown, Knightleys hands gently explored her hips and back and then moved to her breasts. He kissed her deeply and she pressed her hips to him in response. He lifted her under her arms and she wrapped her legs around his hips. He walked to his bedroom with her wrapped tightly to him. She could feel something hot and hard against her belly. Gently he laid her on the bed and kissed her neck. He undid the ties on her nightgown and reached inside to cup her breasts. He bent his head to them and kissed each nipple in turn, gently applying his tongue in a circular motion over and over. She moaned and sighed in his arms. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply, pushing the nightgown from her shoulders so it slid silently to the floor. Again he pushed her back on the bed. The sensations inside her were so new, so raw and so exciting. Spikes of pleasure ran through her as he touched her. She felt her face flush in both ecstasy and embarrassment at being laid naked before Knightley. "Do not feel embarrassed my love, you are beautiful, and I want to see all of you" said Knightley. Emma caressed his chest and ran her fingers through his hair. Slowly he removed his dressing gown and stood before her in all his manly glory. She dropped her eyes and could not look at him. He lay down beside her and ran his hand down from her breast to her hip, then over her stomach. It came to rest on her most private parts. Knightley continued to kiss her and murmur her name as his hand played with her love bud. He could feel her tense under his touch. "Relax my darling" he said. "This is very natural between husband and wife. I know that since your mother is departed, you may not have had any womanly advice on what happens in the marital bed. Trust me my darling..." Emma nodded and he kissed her again and again. Slowly he lifted himself on top of her and put his knee between her legs, making her open himself to him. Her breathing was heavy and he could feel her wetness under his hand. Now, he thought, now you will be mine. "Are you ready my darling?" he asked between kisses. "Yes my love" she replied. "It may hurt for a moment, but I will be gentle." In one smooth movement he entered her. She gasped as she felt her girlhood tear away. He did not move, and kissed her slowly and lovingly for a few minutes. When he felt her kissing him back, he began to rhythmically move in and out of her. She held his shoulders tight as the pain subsided and gave way to wonderful new feelings. With each thrust Emma sighed and began to rake Knightleys back with her fingers. He kept up his rhythm until he felt she was ready to slip over the edge. Picking up the pace, she drew in her breath as wave after wave of exquisite sensation overcame her. Knightley felt her muscles contracting around his hardness. He ceased moving until she finished, and he kissed her deeply. "Are you alright my love?" he enquired. "Oh yes!" she replied. He grinned smugly and returned to his rhythm. Soon he could feel his own pleasure peaking. With one more thrust his seed exploded inside her. He growled her name "Emma!" just as he had done the day they had practised archery together on the lawn of Donwell Abbey. After a few minutes he looked down at her and kissed her saying, "now you may say that I truly am your Mr Knightley, and you are my Emma, forever."