The wedding came together quickly. Thankfully, the extensive planning Mrs. Bennet had done for Jane's wedding just a few months before was put to good use. Some slight alterations and the addition of some new lace from the milliner in Meryton transformed Jane's wedding dress into Elizabeth's. Expresses were sent to London, Pemberley, and Matlock to summon as many members of the Darcy and Bennet families as could make it on such short notice. Georgiana was brought south by the Earl of Matlock and his wife, while Colonel Fitzwilliam was able to collect Anne de Bourgh from Rosings for the occasion, the daughter excitedly defiant of her mother's disapproval of the match. Mrs. Collins, heavy with child, returned to Lucas Lodge to avoid the bluster of Lady Catherine, and her husband, though loathe to anger his patroness, realized the advantage befriending the nephew could offer and joined his wife in congratulating his cousin. The Gardiners and their children were a most welcome addition to both bride and groom, who both felt their role in bringing Elizabeth to Pemberley and the value of family members for which there was no occasion to blush

The day, though warm, carried off beautifully, and between smiles and tears of joy, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were joined together as husband and wife. The party being significantly smaller than that on Jane and Mr. Bingley's day, the wedding breakfast could be held at Longbourn. Mrs. Bennet was humbled into near silence by the presence of such prestigious a person as an Earl, but her warm, open regard for Georgiana instead of being off-putting, made Miss Darcy fondly recall the warmth of a mother long forgotten. It was decided that Miss Darcy would stay with the Bingleys for some weeks to give the newlyweds some privacy at Pemberley, and the two remaining Miss Bennets were already becoming fast friends with her, Kitty eager to have a new acquaintance her own age, while Mary appreciated the benefit of Miss Darcy's talent at the pianoforte.

Despite being eager to be on his way with his bride, Mr. Darcy was happy and sociable as ever Elizabeth could remember him, and she was pleased to see that in familiar company he could be a most agreeable companion. She would be a benefit to him in helping him increase his ability to speak with ease amongst strangers, as he would be to her in elevating her education, knowledge of the world, and place in society. As she looked fondly across the room at him, their eyes met and a small smile overcame them both. Mr. Darcy excused himself from his conversation, and made his way back to his bride. A short agreement between them determined that it was time to leave. With all the well wishes of their families, the new and happy couple departed Longbourn.

In the week leading up to the wedding, Mr. Darcy had spent a full two days seeking out the ideal spot for their official wedding night. With it being a two day journey to Pemberley, he did not want their first night as man and wife to be at any regular roadside inn. Setting out on horseback, he himself found private lodgings less than a day's journey from Hertfordshire that would serve as the perfect setting for their first night as man and wife. Despite preempting their vows, Darcy was determined to make the night just as important, and looked forward to being able to sleep with Elizabeth in his arms and wake with her still there in the morning.

Their carriage pulled up to the place, what he called a cabin, but she more rightly called a house. There was a view of a small pond out the back, and it was rather secluded in the woods off the main road, a most convenient situation, both in beauty and location. The proprietor lived nearby and sent some staff to cook for and serve the couple for their stay. It being dinnertime upon their arrival, the couple felt obliged to eat, but did so rather quickly and silently, most of their communication through furtive glances at each other followed by sly smiles. When they finished, Elizabeth excused herself to change from her dress, and Mr. Darcy took in the view of the pond over some post-dinner port. Anticipating her return shortly, Darcy paced back and forth in the small living room, eventually picking a book of Cowper's poems from a small shelf of literary offerings. He picked a lovely poem he thought might awaken her romantic sensibilities, but after a half an hour had passed, he was growing quite impatient for her. A second glass of port gone, he decided to check on his wife.

Elizabeth stood with her back to the door, the last orange rays of the day's light splashing across her, perfectly framed in the window. She was brushing out her hair, the tight curls now subdued into soft, shiny waves tumbling down her back. At the sound of the door opening, she turned to her husband with a wide smile. "This view is quite lovely," she commented looking back out over the sunset as it cast its vibrant pink light on the reflection of the pond. He replied that he could not agree more; she was draped in the golden light, and stood so temptingly, in a scandalously cut red gown. He approached her, and pulled her into an embrace, her back pulled into his chest with them both watching the last breath of day give way to the deep blue of the night. He had never felt a fabric so smooth, and the bold red color set his imagination aflame. "And where did you procure a garment such as this? I have never seen anything quite so… bewitching," he asked as his hands flowed over the smooth silk that clung to her curves. Her warmth radiated under his touch and he felt her quiver as his hands firmly traveled her body.

"My aunt was bold enough to bring the fabric from my Uncle's storehouse in London, and the seamstress in Meryton did not have time to create a new wedding dress for me as I asked her to make this as her first priority. I am glad you like it," Elizabeth said as she turned into his embrace and began to unbutton his sash and shirt. "I can wait no longer for you, husband," she boldly continued, standing up on her toes to pull his lips to her own. He scooped her up into his arms and brought her to the bed. Silently, he removed his remaining clothing, his eyes never leaving hers. Her own lovely garment was cut high up on one side, exposing the flesh of her thigh in a most tempting way. He first brought his lips there, kissing up the outside of her leg to her hip, then bringing his lips to suck gently on her inner thigh, her sharp intake of breath indicating her early pleasure.

He brought his fingers to her opening, and found her wet and eager for his touch. He slipped his long finger inside of her as his lips moved to the most tender spot at the top of her opening. Her quick breath transformed into a moan, as she collapsed back on the bed, her back arching and eyes rolling at his caresses. She allowed herself to accept his touches and found her own hands adding to her pleasure, one grasping her own breast, the other reaching for his growing member. After a few minutes with her hips increasing in movement to match his pace, Darcy's mouth left her wetness, and he slipped a thin strap off her shoulder and freed her breast from her own hand, pinning her wrist beside her head. "That is my job," he whispered hoarsely in her ear, sending shivers down her neck, before taking her breast to his mouth. He started gently licking her until her nipple hardened, the little bumps around the center creating an arousing texture under his tongue. He started to suck at her breast more firmly, aggressively even as she moaned louder. He desperately wanted to make her cry out loud for all the times before now when they had had to be silent and suppress their passion. The servants had been sent away for the evening, and he wanted his wife to fully express her pleasure.

To his joy, he found the ties at the back of his wife's sultry gown allowed him to remove it from her without changing their position, and at last he had her under him, fully exposed, flesh to flesh. He paused in his ministrations to cup her face, bringing her into a most passionate kiss. Unable to exert his patience further, he separated her legs with his knees and slowly slid his throbbing member into her pulsing wetness. She moaned and he encouraged her by sucking gently on her neck. Her free hand ran over his chest, the other wrist still held firmly in his grip. He moved slowly, teasingly almost, in and out of her, pulling from her the same slow pleasure for himself that she had enjoyed from his touch.

Elizabeth's pace started to quicken as his hardness inside her began to stir a deep warmth, and her clit was massaged by his pelvis pressed against hers. She started to tense and the pitch of her voice increased as she moaned. She seemed to start to check herself, but Darcy wasted no time in stimulating her further, sucking her other breast forcefully and using his free hand to pull her hips up so he could fill her deeper. He begged her to not be silent and even refused to catch her gasps with his lips for want of hearing her passion. Increasing his pace, he felt her pulse around him with a strong pressure that he met in equal return, and with several last forceful thrusts, he was satisfied with her passionate exclamation during her climax. His own just several strokes away, he allowed himself a most animalistic moan with the building sensation along his shaft as he slid in and out of her, finally finishing at a depth he did not think possible.

The morning light crept in to the room through a narrow gap in the curtains. Snuggled up against him, his wife, his dearest, loveliest Elizabeth fit perfectly into his form, and he gave her a tight hug to bring her even closer to him. She stirred slightly with a small smile on her lips and softly opened her eyes, turning to look at him. "Good morning, William," she said softly. He placed a tender kiss on her lips, and she commented on how soundly she slept and her complete state of comfort. He returned the sentiment, continuing with, "I look forward to many such a night with the mistress of Pemberley."

"Only the nights?" she asked playfully, a daring look in her eyes. He laughed and kissed her deeply, showing her once again how thoroughly he enjoyed Mrs. Darcy, all the time.

THE END

Thank you all for your patience as I created this story. This has been a much needed outlet during some difficult times over the past year and some months. I am so pleased to have been able to finish this, and would not have done so without so many of your kind and encouraging comments. Writing is a new journey for me, and this content seems to me to be a strange place to start, but my imagination has been aflame with this romance for a long time. I have seen many fanfictions that hold to the decorum of Darcy and Elizabeth getting intimate only after their wedding, but I wanted to play with the story where they are unable to suppress their passion, yet still needed to live in the confines of their Regency propriety and the original storyline. Thanks for being a part of this journey, and I hope you continue to enjoy and come back to this story.