2,466 words of Darcy/Lizzie smut. And I have at least one more chapter in mind if you enjoyed this one! Elevator sex ahead…

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I can't believe it's over.

Lizzie's time at Pemberley Digital was up. With a sigh, she switched off her computer and gathered up the few personal items she had brought with her to the small office, putting them in her messenger bag. She had stayed until eight in the evening on this warm Friday in January to finish up her report. On Monday morning, Dr. Gardiner's friends would return from their trip and Lizzie would relinquish their house to head back home to her parents.

The office was mostly empty now. From what Lizzie could tell, there was only a janitor left, and he was busy emptying trashcans and shutting off lights. "Good night!" Lizzie called to him on her way out, and he wished her a good weekend, clearly not realizing that she would not be back on Monday.

She waited patiently by the elevator instead of taking the stairs, wanting to savor her last few minutes at Pemberley. She hadn't seen Darcy at all today. Strangely enough, he had become her favorite thing about Pemberley over the last few weeks, her motivation to come to work. Though the vast amenities the company had to offer, such as beautiful walkways and a swimming pool, were attractive, the thought of getting to see Darcy put a smile on her face every morning.

Despite their past differences, they'd been getting along so well since she had run into him on her first day at Pemberley. He had even taken her out for coffee when they were on a break during her first week, and he'd included her on a brother/sister dinner date before his sister, Gigi, went back to college. Lizzie was sure he'd only done it because she knew no one else in town. It would have been stupid for her to sit around every weekend by herself, and so he'd shown her a night out.

But now he wasn't even around for her to say goodbye to. I guess I could shoot him an e-mail and thank him for having me here, Lizzie thought to herself. But an e-mail seemed so impersonal, even rude, after how friendly they had been the past few weeks.

The elevator arrived at her floor and Lizzie stepped inside. She leaned against the back wall and relaxed, closing her eyes. Her shoulder was already sore from the messenger bag so she let it slide down onto the black and white diamond-patterned ground for the few seconds it took to arrive in the lobby.

The elevator ride was so smooth that she didn't notice that it went up first instead of down.

Ding. Lizzie opened her eyes and stood up straight. She prepared to reach down to the grab her bag, but was surprised to see Darcy standing in the entranceway of the elevator. He must have been shocked, too, because he stood in the doorway for a second, causing the elevator doors to begin to shut and then open again twice, before stepping inside and standing beside her.

"Lizzie," he said by way of greeting, and it was all so awkward and formal that Lizzie lost whatever shred of hope she had felt about them.

"Darcy," she responded in equal fashion, hoping to at least make him smirk at how ridiculous it all was. He didn't, though. Instead, he noted that she had already pressed the button for the lobby, and down they rode.

It wasn't until they were down towards the fifth floor that either of them so much as moved again, and it was Darcy who did, lunging forward and catching Lizzie completely off guard. He nearly flew towards the set of buttons on the wall by the door, pressing down on the emergency lever that stopped the elevator in its place. Lizzie jumped back against the wall in surprise, and Darcy immediately turned to face her.

"Lizzie, I have to say this before you leave." His face and voice were serious, his eyes focused on her. Lizzie felt her breath coming in short little gasps, her neck and face heating up. She couldn't meet his eyes, and yet she had to. "If your feelings are what they were at Halloween, stop me at once. But I have to tell you that I still… I still love you."

Her breath was uneven still as she rubbed at her collarbones. "Darcy, I…" She didn't know how to put it into words, how to explain how much he had affected her these past few weeks. How much he had always affected her. When she didn't reply after some time, he let out a sad, frustrated sigh and dropped his eyes to the floor, shoving one hand in the pocket of his black trousers and reaching the other towards the emergency switch. Before he could click it, Lizzie jumped forward and put her hand on his waist, looping it through his arm. "Will, don't – "

And she was kissing him, suddenly, before either of them even knew it.

They were both surprised for a moment, and after that initial touching of lips Darcy pulled away and looked down at her, though somehow her face was already in his hands, as if to make sure that this was what she had really intended to do. Lizzie looked up at him in some sort of shock, too, but then they closed their eyes and kissed once more.

She was shocked by how hard he kissed her, by how she was soon against that back wall of the elevator again, his lips on hers. The past few months of emotion poured out of him, and if she had felt nervous and pent up, she was aware now what it must have felt like to be him, to care for her for this long. He trapped her bottom lip between his own, sucking on it, biting it, moving his lips to her neck, to her earlobe, her collarbone. Her heart raced at his touch in a way she hadn't remembered it doing from something like a kiss since high school. He wrapped an arm around her, cradling the back of her head with one hand, the small of her back with the other, his thumb just barely grazing her ass. She moaned and ground against him, felt his erection against her belly…

Am I going to fuck William Darcy in an elevator? She laughed at the thought, and he smiled when he felt her smiling against him, and her hands left his chest to explore his back though she didn't dare attempt to un-tuck his shirt and explore his back like she so wanted to…

Well, not until he gave in and cupped her ass, pulling her hard against him.

She did pull his shirt – red and black checkered, familiar – out of his pants then, touching that place just beneath his beltline for the briefest of moments before moving to his back, trying to take in as much of his skin, smooth and warm, as she could, as if she was attempting to remember what he felt like for the rest of her life based on this one moment. She was about to motion for him to unbutton the shirt or otherwise take it off completely when Darcy pulled away, still gripping her firmly by her bottom. He was panting almost as hard as she was. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes nearly black with desire, before letting go completely, though she still held him to her. "Oh God, Lizzie," he sputtered. "I hadn't… I didn't… I didn't really have this plan to… to fuck you in the elevator," he said as plainly as possible, and she couldn't help but smile at how inarticulate he was for once. "I had this always envisioned, even though I didn't think it would happen… I hadn't planned for it to be like this, I wanted to make love to you, in bed."

"Well please," Lizzie assured him, "please don't stop." She kissed him then, attempting to be forceful, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth. He groaned against her and she thought for a second that she had won.

He pulled away again, though. This time, his voice was husky. "Oh, believe me. I don't plan on stopping," he said with an infuriating smirk that made her jokingly glare before kissing him on his neck. "Only we're going to have to," he said as calmly as possible, though she could feel his pulse fluttering, "since it's not like I exactly planned this, so I'm not…prepared."

"Oh, I am," she said, and she pulled away and bent over, remembering her messenger bag.

It was at this point that Lizzie felt lost in vague insecurity. She had two options here, though she wasn't sure Darcy would approve of either. She could turn around and say, I've been on the pill since I was fifteen and started getting two-week long periods. I trust you implicitly if you say everything's go. No worries. Or she could say, When I was fifteen and stuck in bed with two-week long periods, I read in Seventeen magazine that a girl should carry a condom with her. So, uh. I do. Still. To this day. And it's not expired. I always make sure of that even though I've never had opportunity to just whip one out before.

After some brief hesitation, she settled for the second option, figuring it put her in the best light. "It's not like I often have use for this," she assured him, finding her wristlet with shaking hands, "but I just figure a girl should always be prepared."

She turned around and he kissed her immediately, pushing back some hair that had fallen into her face in the process. "You're perfect," he murmured in between kisses. "Amazing." She marveled that he could say things like this to her after all the cruel things she'd said on her vlogs.

She was too shy to take things into her own hands, so she handed him the condom and continued to kiss him – on his neck, his exposed collarbones now that he'd unbuttoned the shirt and his bow tie, his signature, had fallen to the elevator floor. She wanted to glance down at him, but didn't. It seemed like the polite thing to do when one was about to have sex with the man she had hated for so many months in an elevator at his very own place of business.

He soon leaned back up and caught her lips with his own, pushing her back against the wall and lifting up one of her legs as he did so so that she could wrap it around him. Her shoe fell off with a small bump against the floor, and she pushed against his fingers as he reached up her skirt and felt against her panties. She was glad she had chosen the silky white pair that she had to wear with this particularly tight skirt today. She expected to have to step back down to slip off her underwear, but instead he continued to stroke against her before sliding her underwear aside and surprising her by thrusting two fingers inside her. She gasped against his mouth, and when her lips returned to his he was smiling as he expertly moved his fingers in and out, using his other hand to pull her closer. She was so wet, and eager for him to fill her up completely.

He pulled his fingers out and leaned back to meet her gaze. He watched her, his lids heavy, as he entered her, slowly. She wanted to close her eyes, to lose herself completely to the feeling of him, but his stare was so intense. She held his gaze as he slid into her at a frustratingly slow rate, deliberately teasing her, it seemed. She bucked her hips towards him, desperate for more of him, and he pulled back just slightly. It wasn't cruel, the way he said it, but his voice was quiet as he told her, "This. This was how it felt. For me."

"Are you trying to torture me?" she groaned, though she wasn't quite sure she cared if he was.

"Oh God, no, Lizzie," he said, closing his eyes, and he suddenly thrust into her and she leaned back against the elevator wall, losing herself completely to the feeling of him, moving in and out of her. She kept time with him, squeezing him closer with her leg, until she completely lost any sense of what was going on. He felt her quickening, and increased his pace, and when she came, crying out his name, he was right there with her, lightly biting into her shoulder to muffle any cry of his own.

It took them a moment to collect themselves before they pulled away from one another, Lizzie clearing her throat while she put everything in order, her messed up hair not anything that could be fixed. When she glanced over, Darcy was smiling at her. She couldn't help but laugh.

In a minute or two, everything was as put back together as it could be and he leaned forward and flicked the switch on the elevator. It was now that the two couldn't hold back any longer – they completely burst out laughing, and Lizzie was rendered nearly speechless at how natural it seemed for him to laugh. She'd only seen him do so briefly once before, when she had been out with him and Gigi.

"Come home with me," he stated more than he asked, standing next to her and holding her hand as she hoisted her bag up onto her shoulder. "I'll cook us up some truly delicious frozen pizza." At the thought of Darcy heating up Digiorno, Lizzie couldn't help but grin.

"Are you making an honest woman of me, Darcy?" Lizzie quipped, squeezing his hand and feeling the butterflies.

"Something like that," he replied with a sideways smile.

The elevator arrived at the lobby and they stepped out. As they headed towards the parking lot, hand in hand, Darcy offered to hold Lizzie's heavy bag, and though she initially resisted, she figured she'd give in to his chivalry. The bag was, after all, pretty heavy. And she'd felt enough of his back to know that he likely had the proper muscles to support it.

When they reached the doors, they heard the "ding" of another elevator from the bank arriving in the lobby. Lizzie turned around to see the janitor from earlier exiting with his mop cart. He gave her a curious look and she couldn't help but let out a Lydia-esque giggle before ducking her head and exiting the building with Darcy, who merely shot her an amused glance as they headed out into the night.

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Whew! I haven't written smut in a while and I enjoyed writing that! I hope you liked it too! Please review. I have another chapter in mind that I'll be more than happy to write if everyone is interested!