Your Hands Are Cold

Disclaimer: I own nothing, none of the characters.

Pairing: Darcy/ Lizzie

Rating: T

Summary: What happened after the meeting in the mist? Movie verse.

"You must know. Surely you must know it was all for you. You are too generous to trifle with me. I believe you spoke with my aunt last night and this taught me to hope, as I'd scarcely allowed myself before. If your feelings are still what they were last April then tell me so at once. My affections and wishes have not changed. But one word from you will silence me forever. If, however, your feelings have changed, I would have to tell you, you have bewitched me, body and soul. And I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on."

"Well then." She took his hand in hers. Her hands were so soft, so tender in his larger and slightly coarse hands. "Your hands are cold." She brought his larger hand to her lips, brushing her cold lips against his knuckles. Darcy could only stare at her. For so long, he had been in love with her. Fate kept them apart and now, nothing would be able to separate them. They stood closer, their foreheads pressed together, as the sun slowly rose up from behind the hill. The start of a new day.

He brought his free hand to her neck. "Miss Bennet." He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her there. "It is getting cold."

"I am not cold." She opened her eyes and raised her head to look at him. "Though, we best return. My family." Neither of them moved. Her lower lip slowly trembled, in desperate want to kiss him.

"May I kiss you?" He asked, his thumb sweeping across her cheek.

Elizabeth's gaze was drawn to his lips. "You may." She stepped closer to him, her smaller body pressed against him. She released his hand and pressed her own against his chest. "Darcy."

He cupped her cheek and gently kissed her. Her breath left her body. It was the most delirious thing in the world. They both imagined how their first kiss would be like and it was this. It was not proper at all, but neither of them cared at that moment. Nothing existed around them. "Elizabeth." He murmured, once their lips were parted.

"Mr Darcy."

"My Christian name is Fitzwilliam. Call me William." He kissed her once more, pulling her into his arms. She was freezing cold. "Let us return." He took half a step back and took in her apparel. He blushed a little when he saw that she was only in her nightgown with boots and an overcoat. When he approached her earlier, he only saw her. "Come, my love." He held out his arm to her, which she gladly took. They said nothing as they walked side by side. They said nothing until they came into view of her house. "Elizabeth."

"William." She breathed his name for the first time. It felt foreign but it felt right. "I should go ahead. Explain to my father." She took one step towards the house, when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back. "William," Elizabeth chuckled, "we'll be seen from here."

He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I am sorry. I think I should go and speak with your father first. Ask his permission for your hand."

She gave a small smile and nodded. "I will bring you to my father." She reached for his hand and gently squeezing it. She did this to make sure he was real and truly there. Not too long ago, she believed they would never be able to have this chance. She turned down his proposal and now, he was giving her a second chance. "Kiss me again." Elizabeth smiled when he obliged. Her heart stopped and she was short of breath. She was in love. She had read about it and she was currently living it.

A/N: Just a short one. Review?