Writing out of the blue
So, Darcy and Elizabeth were having this shy but touching conversation while sitting on a riverbank and talking about how the water flows to the sea, and suddenly Darcy starts whispering in my ear.
“Only a gentleman would master temptation.” Elizabeth did not know what else to say, and it seemed that neither did he, for the silence between them grew long. Finally she said archly, “I am glad, I suppose, to know that I was enough to tempt you.”
He half-turned toward her, leaning on one hand, his voice low. “You can have no idea how you tempt me. You tempt me every day with the thought of your laughter, and every night with the thought of touching you. You tempt me with your every smile, your glance, the way you bite your lip when you are concentrating, by the sparkle in your eye when someone challenges you, the way you tilt your head when you are about to tease, by your sweetness when you try to protect someone’s feelings. I remember watching you walk past me at Netherfield, and aching to take you into my arms. I remember listening to you play and sing, and thinking you the most fascinating creature I had ever met. I remember how you cared for your sister when she was ill, and how I wished you would care for me in the same way. I remember how your hair glinted in the candlelight at the Netherfield ball, and how I longed to touch it, to take the pins out and watch it tumble around your shoulders. I see the pulse in your neck, and I ache to press my lips to it. I dream of your eyes sparkling for me, your hands reaching for me, your lips against mine. Oh, yes, Elizabeth, you tempt me. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, waking or sleeping, you tempt me almost beyond reason.” His eyes were dark, his voice almost a whisper by the time he finished, but she heard every word of it.
Elizabeth felt suddenly unable to breathe. A new heat flowed through her, and it was as if his lips had indeed branded her neck, his eyes had indeed claimed her for his. She felt aware of her body as she never had before, aching for him to come even closer, yet at the same time fearing it. She could feel the tension radiating from him, and his scent of leather and fresh soap made her dizzy. She was glad she was sitting; had they still been standing, she doubted her legs would have held her. As it was, she felt as if she might melt and run into the river. How could she possibly reply? She touched her tongue to her dry lips.
“Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth,” he breathed, his words a caress in themselves.
Whew! That Darcy is something else. Now I just need to figure out how to get them out of the big hole they’ve just dug themselves into….
Love it, as always. You create more tension between these two in a shorter space than they can tolerate without combusting, and I adore it all. I just hope we get to see the rest of the story at some point. Thank you for sharing your writing!
That was lovely Abigail! Now what happens?? I’m glad to see that your muse is engaged in her usual excellent style. Thanks for sharing this with the rest of us.
Can’t wait to see you next month.
Wow! That is a beautiful scene. I love your language!
“Oh, yes, Elizabeth, you tempt me. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, waking or sleeping, you tempt me almost beyond reason.”
Can’t wait to read more!
Your Darcy is wonderful and this is so beautifully written – is it part of a new novel or a short story? Either way I can’t wait to read the rest!
That was beautifully written… I have read all your pride and prejudice variations and I am unable to put them down when I start to read them which makes it hard to go to work.
I really like this cms. I use the same blogengine in 4 blogs of my network.
Interesting post i totally agree with the comments above. Keep us posting
Good work, keep us posting, you are very good writer.
A wonderful surprise!,Thanks Abigail.
The words traspass the page and the reader, me, can feel them as if I was seeing them talking and in Darcy case, feeling.
By the way, I can’t wait to read Mr.Darcy’s obsession and To Conquer Mr.Darcy
Abigail, absolutely loved it, hoping to see more of it! I’m looking forward to your new book coming out in October, I have everything else.
So happy to read of an inspired Abigail, I have admired your work, talent and friendliness within the JAFF community for many many years. I know there have been some rough patches but you have persevered. Congratulations.
Whew! I need a fan. That was amazing.
Wonderful, wonderful bit of writing.
Abigail you are my favourite writer and have been so from when I first read ‘Impulse and Initiative’ years ago. You never disappoint. Just started to read my print out of ‘Bounds of Decorum’ again and waiting impatiently for it to come out in bookform.
What are you up to now? Just came across this and it’s too tempting for words! Your muse is on overdrive and I can’t wait for this one! I hope this is a new book.
Wow – I just came across this site and am so pleased to find more of your writing (loved and have ALL your books!) – Is another in the works? Your work is just beautiful!
Love all of your writing. You are an exceptionally talented writer and story teller.
This piece is absolutely lovely.
Thanks! This is actually an excerpt from a piece of complete Muse-irresponsibility. Though I’m working on a new Pemberley Variation, this is a continuation of an old short story with absolutely no publication potential. For some reason my muse decided that A Brighter Future (posted at 50 Miles – http://www.scotch-and-sirens.waw.pl/viewtopic.php?f=4&t=944) needed two more chapters. Since the premise of the original story wasn’t even mine, I have no idea why it needed more or what I’ll do with it now that it’s mostly written! But I figured people might enjoy this passage even if it’s out of context. 🙂