Lizzy, It’s Cold Outside

Due to the controversy regarding Baby, It’s Cold Outside (which I think is harmless so here’s the link to my favorite version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rpg7-ab_F7s), I can’t get the song out of my head. Mr. Darcy told me that he had a story to tell, but then Elizabeth wanted it all through her point of view. From your favorite hero who can’t make words happen, here’s what might happen if Darcy and Lizzy were singing the song. 

Elizabeth Bennet rubbed her gloved hands together in her fur muff. It was no use, however. It was simply too cold. She glanced up at the sky. And too snowy. The winter storm rolled in quickly since she left had Longbourn.

She had only intended to enjoy a walk. She needed time to herself after all the noise of Christmas the day before. Mrs. Bennet had crowed non-stop about how grand it was to have her eldest daughter established as the mistress of Netherfield Park. Elizabeth lost count after hearing it for the one hundredth time. God bless Mr. Bingley, but he did not seem to care. Indeed, his joy of having Jane as his wife was so much that nothing Mrs. Bennet could do would offend him. There was a time when Elizabeth would have applauded his amiability and think of it as the sort of behaviour which would most appeal to her in a suitor. However, that was before she met Mr. Darcy.

The Mr. Darcy who had separated Jane from her Mr. Bingley. The same Mr. Darcy who proposed to Elizabeth last Spring. A proposal she spitefully refused. Next, he wrote her a letter, illuminating all of the reasons for his insufficient manners. Over time, Elizabeth had learned to accept his words. However, she had never done any looking into her heart over the matter. She had thought him the worst man in the world when he proposed and while his character improved after she read his letter, she never expected to meet him again. 

Alas, Elizabeth visited Mr. Darcy’s estate over the summer. Confronted with all things Darcy, she soon realized hearts are treacherous things. If ever there was a man she could have loved and rejoiced in marrying, it would have been him. Her only complaint about him was that he was not friendly enough to her relations. No sooner had she made such an observation than did the master of the estate appear before her. 

Even more shocking, Mr. Darcy not only asked for an introduction to Elizabeth’s aunt and uncle who were in trade, but he called on them the next day with his sister–and Mr. Bingley. He invited them all to Pemberley to dine. However, before such a thing could occur, Elizabeth received a letter that her youngest sister had eloped with Darcy’s sworn enemy. 

How Elizabeth had grieved her chance with Darcy then! If not for Lydia’s stupidity, their second chance might have grown to more. When Elizabeth later learned that Darcy had arranged for the reckless couple to marry, she finally admitted the truth to herself. She was madly in love with Fitzwilliam Darcy.

It could never be, however. He could never become brother-in-law to Mr. Wickham. A few weeks after Lydia’s marriage, Darcy returned to Hertfordshire with his friend Bingley. Of course, Darcy disappeared just as suddenly. Bingley made quick work of his courtship this time and proposed to Jane within days of his return. 

Elizabeth counted the days to the wedding, hoping to see Darcy once more. She knew it was likely vain to hope for his continued affections or wishes. She only wished to see him, to hear his voice. Most of all, she wished she could thank him for his service to her family. Only her aunt and uncle knew the truth of Darcy’s character and what he did for the Bennets.

He came, of course. He had amended his view of Bingley’s marriage and appeared the delighted friend. However, he avoided Elizabeth’s eyes and conversation. He never approached her. He always seemed surrounded by others.

He left the next day and Elizabeth had not seen him since. Jane said he had been invited to Netherfield for Christmas but declined. Instead, the new Mr. and Mrs. Bingley spent the day at Longbourn with the Bennets, Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner and their four noisy children, Elizabeth’s other aunt and uncle who were vulgar, and Mary’s suitor.

Mrs. Bennet’s victory was complete with Mary having a beau. It also made Elizabeth a target for her displeasure more than ever. Was it any wonder that Elizabeth needed a few moments to herself? Deciding that a visit with Jane was precisely what she needed, she determined to continue on to Netherfield. A broken heart cannot heal amidst the laughter and gaeity of others, but Jane and Bingley’s gentle company could restore her mood.

During Elizabeth’s walk, it had begun to flurry. Undeterred, Elizabeth pressed on to Netherfield. She needed quiet and sweet Jane to soothe her mind. A mile later, and the snow fell in earnest. As she was closer to Netherfield than Longbourn, she continued to her destination. By the time she reached it, however, her teeth chattered and the snow was above her ankles. There would be no returning to Longbourn today. She would be lucky if even a servant could be sent to inform her family where she was. 

Elizabeth rang the bell and waited several minutes but no butler opened the door. Confused, Elizabeth pushed it open herself and was stomping off the snow on her boots in the dark entry when an unexpected voice startled her. 

“Eliza–Miss Bennet!” Darcy said.

“Mr. Darcy!” Elizabeth quickly ducked her head to hide her blush. “I did not know you were visiting.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” he said as he hastened to her side and assisted with unwrapping her scarf.

“I thought you did not approve of surprises.” 

Darcy furrowed his brow. “When did I say that?”

“Here above a year ago. You decried Bingley’s penchant for changing his plan on a whim.”

“That is hardly the same thing. Surprising others is not the same as it being a sudden change of plans on my part.” He took her elbow and began directing her to the drawing room. “However, I am the fool after all for Bingley seems to have given the entire staff the day off and I presume has left to spend it at Longbourn.”

Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head. That was just the sort of thing he would do. He rewarded his own house while unintentionally straining another’s. Still, Elizabeth could not fault him too much–or perhaps she could not focus on it too much as Darcy’s nearness made her heart race.

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. “If we are alone, I really cannot stay.” 

“Nonsense,” Darcy frowned. “The snow is coming far too rapidly for you to return now. I have not checked all the servant’s quarters but surely someone has remained.”

“The butler and housekeeper are gone?”

“They are not in their rooms. However, I have a fire lit in here,” Darcy said as they entered the drawing room. “You must warm yourself, at the very least.” He motioned to a chair and then took her hand to assist her in sitting. “Your hands are like ice!”

Darcy rubbed his hands over hers while staring intently into her eyes. Elizabeth felt she could say nothing. His tender care of her was everything she had ever wanted and yet it could never mean what she most desired. She both hated and loved his attention.

After a minute or two, he placed her hands on his chest. “I was hoping I would see you, Elizabeth.”

She sucked in a deep breath. He could not mean what she hoped. “I really should leave,” she murmured.

“You are still nearly frozen,” he said as he let go of her hands and led her nearer the fire. Next, he dragged the nearby settee closer. 

Unable to resist the heat’s temptation, Elizabeth sat. It felt inexplicably nice to warm herself after the freezing walk. Darcy busied himself with a decanter of wine and returned with two glasses. 

“This will help warm you,” he said when he offered one to her.

Elizabeth drank it rapidly, enjoying the flush that came to her body. Darcy reached for her glass and their fingers grazed. “I really should not have more.”

“I have seen you drink more during a dinner.” Sitting beside her, he sipped on his own glass. 

He must have seen her drinking wine while dining at Lady Catherine’s. Heaven knew one needed it there. And when alone with the man they hopelessly loved, apparently. Nervous with the silence and his nearness, Elizabeth lightly smiled. “Well, maybe just a bit more.” 

The only sound was the crackling of logs and while Elizabeth avoided looking at him, she could feel Darcy’s eyes upon her. A thousand memories washed over her. He had always watched her. At first, she had thought it was with criticism. Too late, she had realized it was in love. Now, she did not know what she would find in his eyes if she were brave enough to look upon them. After a few minutes of silence, Darcy began humming a tune. She finally turned her head to him, still averting her eyes.

“Do you recognize it?” he asked. “I believe you played it when you stayed here while your sister was ill.”

She had. Did his remembering that signify anything? Did it mean he still loved her? Or was it a reminder of the odds they were at during that time? She had thought she hated him and he had thought she was unworthy of his hand. Or maybe it all meant nothing. He never was very good at small talk.

“Thank you for the fire and the wine,” she nodded at each, “however, I must leave.” She hated the thought of leaving. Who knew when she would see him again?

“It is far too cold to be walking in all that.”

Despite her desire to stay, she felt compelled to search for every alternative. “I do not suppose you know how to prepare a carriage or drive it?”

Darcy peered at the window behind them. “Even if I did, it would not be safe.”

“Then I must walk or the neighbors might think…” 

Darcy wrapped his hand around Elizabeth’s as he took her empty wine glass. A shiver went up her spine. When had she drunk the whole glass? Her nerves must have needed the sweet wine more than she had thought.

He returned with another glass. “This wine is very good, do you not think? I was enjoying a glass when you arrived.”

Elizabeth nodded her agreement as she took another sip. Had Darcy sat closer to her this time? He felt closer. His thigh nearly touched hers. Looking up from peering at her glass, she found his eyes upon her and his head leaning down toward hers. 

“Your eyes glitter in the firelight.”

Elizabeth tried to breathe normally. She attempted to hide the shudder that coursed through her body at his words. They were unchaperoned and the worst would be thought of them. As it was, he might not have meant that he still loved her. Surely her looks had not changed very much even if everything else between them had. It would be no great thing to still admire her beauty but not wish for her hand in marriage. 

Why did she still sit here while the snow grew another inch every five minutes? Had he bewitched her somehow? Never before had she felt so incapable of doing what she had determined to do. She had determined to leave, had she not? She was almost certain she had thought it was the best decision only a few moments ago, but now…

Darcy reached forward and rubbed a curl between his thumb and forefinger. The lock grazed her cheek and his hand was so near her face that she grew dizzy. 

“I always thought you had beautiful hair. I wondered if it would feel like silk to touch.”

Was this truly happening? Perhaps she was hallucinating. A snow-induced dream. Did one dream before freezing to death? Of course, she did not feel cold. She felt warm, very warm. Had Darcy come even closer? His leg now pressed against hers.

The wind howled, causing Elizabeth to look at the window. It was useless to leave now. She should have turned back in Meryton. The most she could explain to others now was that she had gone to Netherfield in good faith and at least discussed returning to Longbourn once she realized only Darcy was in residence. 

“Mr. Darcy,” Elizabeth said and gulped as his eyes met hers. “Surely—surely you see that I cannot stay here.”

“It would be far worse for you to go.”

Was there a note of pleading in his voice? Did she wish for her to stay? He did not appear to be shunning her company and her heart rejoiced at that but to stay would tie his hands. She would be considered ruined and he would be forced to marry her or be worse than even Mr. Wickham. 

“No,” her voice faltered. “No, I cannot stay.” She would hate to be married to Darcy if he only regretted her and hated the connections she brought. “Thank you, again, for allowing me to warm myself. However, I must go.”

“I am not in control of the weather,” he said. “You can see for yourself. It is too dangerous for you to go.”

“Jane will worry and Bingley might even attempt to look for me himself.”

“They will know you had enough sense to seek shelter.”

“You may recall my aunt, Mrs. Phillips, and her unguarded tongue. It can be quite vicious…” Elizabeth took another sip of wine, willing it to give her strength and courage. 

Darcy released her tendril then took Elizabeth’s glass and took a sip from where she had placed her lips. “I believe this is the most delicious wine I have tasted.”

The action was unbearably intimate. However, he must have consumed too much for he was not thinking clearly. If she stayed much longer or indulged in what appeared to be their mutual desire, he would be attached to Wickham for the rest of his life. Deciding this might be as close to kissing Darcy as she would ever get, she retrieved her glass and copied his actions. “Just after we finish this glass, I will go.”

Darcy’s eyes never left hers as they continued to sip and exchange the glass. His free hand crept over the one which lay in her lap. He drew lazy circles before turning her hand over and repeating the action on her palm. Every touch of his skin made more her shudder. 

“I have never seen such a blizzard,” he muttered before taking the last sip of their shared glass of wine. 

“Yes, but all the same I must go,” she whispered. Her resolve had all but evaporated. She hesitated now only in deference to his feelings.

“I know what you once believed me ungentlemanly but I flatter myself that I am too much of a gentleman to allow you out in that. You would freeze before you reached Meryton.”

“If you do not need it, then I can wear your coat as well.” 

Darcy chuckled. “It would be far too large. Besides, look,” he pointed at the window. “It is likely to your knees by now.”

Elizabeth dropped her eyes to their hands. He had linked them. If he had really wanted to marry her still, he could have said so at any point. He had no reason to fear her acceptance. Why else would she have stayed unchaperoned with a bachelor for so long? Elizabeth took the interlude for all it could be. He still loved her, perhaps more than ever, but he could not marry her.

She must tell him something of what she felt. “I have enjoyed seeing you again, Mr. Darcy.” She squeezed his hand as she searched for her next words. Darcy shaprly inhaled and returned the pressure. 

“Do you know what you do to me, Elizabeth?” Darcy asked as he touched his forehead to hers.

She did know, or at least she thought she did. It was the same effect he had on hers. And it was a miserable prison of her own making. “But do you not see? There would be a world of gossip…”

Words were becoming even harder for her. She attempted to slip her hand from his. 

“I will regret it forever–“

She spoke over him. “So much would be implied.” Her heart leapt when she realized the beginning of his statement. She held her breath for him to continue.

“–If you got pneumonia and died.” 

Deflated, Elizabeth shrugged. She had hoped he would say something more. She would willingly stay if only he asked. “I am too healthy to catch such a thing. I must go…”

“You will have to think of something better to say,” Darcy laughed. “You are usually so witty.”

“I fear I have no humor about this. I cannot force your hand in such a way.”

“Is that what you are worried about?” Darcy asked with raised brows. 

“No one can know I was here with you. The expectations would be–“

“Everything I wish for,” he rushed to say. “I think you can guess that my affections are unchanged from last April but my attempts at wooing you might be as inept as my conversation. I thought the wine would ease your reserve and allow me to find the right words. Alas, it has not and I am left stumbling as best I can.” He sighed. “My wishes have not changed.”

“You cannot mean you still wish to marry me. You could never be related to Wickham, and if you still loved me you might have spoken with me at the wedding. You were so silent and grave–” Elizabeth could not continue and choked back a sob. 

Darcy placed both hands on Elizabeth’s cheeks. “I thought you did not care for me. Only a man who felt less could have risked another refusal. I will never–can never–stop loving you.”

“I would not refuse you,” Elizabeth blinked back tears. 

“I have never been so thankful for a bloody snowstorm in my life,” Darcy chuckled. “You will marry me?”

Elizabeth nodded. “I love you.”

Darcy responded with a kiss. Despite the dropping temperature and piling snow, he and Elizabeth were able to keep very warm until discovered by Netherfield’s returning servants two days later. Naturally, they used only one chamber to conserve resources. Many things were implied and Mrs. Phillips’ tongue did wag, but the couple had no mind for it at all. A couple as violently in love as they will always find a way to stay warm on a winter’s day. 

Music Monday- I Don’t Dance

Beautiful black and white rose with note on the petals

I was a new and unpublished writer to the JAFF genre the first time I got inspiration from a song. I was actually buying clothes for my kids and it came over the store’s speakers. It struck me as so very Darcy-like. I hope you enjoy!

 

I’ll never settle down,
That’s what I always thought
Yeah, I was that kind of man,
Just ask anyone
I don’t dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain’t my style, but I don’t care
I’d do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand
‘Cause, I don’t dance
Love’s never come my way,
I’ve never been this far
‘Cause you took these two left feet
And waltzed away with my heart
No, I don’t dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain’t my style, but I don’t care
I’d do anything with you anywhere
Yes, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl
‘Cause, I don’t dance
No, I don’t dance
I don’t dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain’t my style, but I don’t care
Well I’d do anything with you anywhere
I don’t dance, but here I am
Spinning you around and around in circles
It ain’t my style, but I don’t care
I’d do anything with you anywhere
Yeah, you got me in the palm of your hand, girl
‘Cause, I don’t dance
No, ooh
Songwriters: Dallas Davidson / Lee Brice / Rob Hatch
I Don’t Dance lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Mike Curb Music

Thursday Three Hundred- 14th of October

Rose LetterFor a year or two now (or longer??) I’ve been enjoying Leenie Brown’s blog posts on Thursdays (well, all the posts). Each week, she shares at least 300 words of a story and it is connected to her Music Monday and Wordless Wednesday posts as well. I’ll be doing it a bit different than Leenie. My aim is to have a completed “micro fiction” each week. For the next few weeks they’ll be heavily influenced by copyrighted songs I like so they’ll never be published. However, it will keep me writing, just a bit, during an otherwise tumultuous time in my life (moving again and end of school year craziness!).

This week, I was inspired by Thomas Rhett’s “Unforgettable.” You can listen to it here. Did you know experts think the Meryton Assembly occurred around October 14th? The song references several modern things but, in my heart, I’m a Regency girl so I thought I’ll try Regency next week. Tell me which you like better!

14th of October

Chuck scanned the block party for a place to sit. He had just moved to the neighbourhood, and they were already holding a block party. Of course, each person he met handed him a beer. Southern hospitality. The night had just begun, and he already had more than a buzz. His friend Will had been pacing around the periphery on his cell phone the entire time they had been here. Chuck’s sister Carly twerked in Will’s general direction to the clear astonishment of anyone else around her.

Shaking his head, Chuck pushed through a cluster of middle-aged men attempting to rock their dad bods. He thought tables were on the other side of the suburban linebackers. Then he saw what they had been none too subtly staring at.

Air left Chuck’s lungs as his eyes scanned a woman’s toned body and shiny blonde hair. Dark blue jeans clung to her curves with red peep-toe high heels hinted at a flirty personality. She wore a black graphic tee sloping off one shoulder exposing sun-kissed skin. She seemed to radiate. She swayed in her chair to the music and now and then she chewed her bottom lip. Why wasn’t she dancing? A woman as beautiful as she must have countless men wanting to talk to her.

Emboldened by his liquid courage, Chuck approached. “Mind if I join you?”

The goddess gave him a skeptical look. “Are you drunk?”

“Absolutely sober, babe.” Chuck stuck his hand out to introduce himself and knocked over her solo cup.

“Yeah, right,” she laughed before covering her mouth.

Time stood still, and it had nothing to do with inebriation. The woman was stunning several feet away. Up close and with a smile on her face, she was the most beautiful woman Chuck had ever seen. If looking foolish made her smile at him, he would do it again for the rest of his life.

“Chuck Bingley,” he pushed his hand forward as if nothing was wrong.

“Jane Bennet.” The smile returned as they shook hands.

Plain Jane? He would never think of the name the same.

“I just moved here. Have you lived here long?”

“My whole life,” Jane shrugged. “Usually, the block parties are over when school starts, but I think Lucas, the HOA manager, wanted to impress you.”

“They did all this for me?” Chuck looked around. An unusual amount of eyes were focused on him.

“That McMansion up on the hill has sat empty for years. Construction slowed after the housing bubble burst about ten years ago. They’re all hoping that with you moving in the other lots will sell.”

“I can’t see why they haven’t. It’s a lovely area.”

“Hey, Janie,” a young man wearing a polo shirt with a popped collar and with bleached tips to his spiked hair sat down.

Jane grabbed Chuck’s hand, and his heart started pounding.

“Hi, Aaron. Have you met Chuck?”

“I haven’t,” Aaron didn’t even look in Chuck’s direction. “You ready to cut out of here?”

“I wouldn’t be a very good girlfriend if I left Chuck hanging like that,” Jane narrowed her eyes at the intruder.

“Girlfriend?” Aaron choked on his swig of cheap beer.

Chuck almost did the same.

“You move fast, man,” Aaron said and stood so fast he knocked the table. “You dig him for his money?”

“Nah,” Chuck said. “Jane just likes grown men instead of frat bros.”

Jane smirked, and Aaron sneered at them before leaving. She dropped Chuck’s hand as soon as the jerk left.

“Sorry about that,” she blushed.

“I’ll be your boyfriend any time.”

Jane laughed. “I’m just impressed you didn’t slur your words.”

“I already told you, I’m not drunk.”

“Sure,” she drew out the word.

“If I were drunk I wouldn’t have the intellect it takes to guess your middle name.”

Jane shook her head and burst out laughing. “That’s a display of genius according to you?”

“Yeah, sure. I bet you can guess mine.”

“Ok, I’ll play your game. Let me think a minute… Albert.”

“Wow, first try.” Chuck’s middle name was Roger, but he’d say it was Banana Hammock to keep Jane talking to him. “Stunning and smart.”

Jane blushed. “It’s not even Albert, is it?”

“Not even close. My turn.”

“Noelle.”

“Nope.”

“Howard.”

“Diana?”

Jane shook her head. For the next half hour, they laughed as they continued to guess each other’s middle names. Jane went through three more mangoritas, and Chuck counted six beer cans in front of him. He’d have a devil of a hangover tomorrow.

“Let’s dance,” Chuck said and pulled Jane out of her chair.

“I love this song!” Jane was grooving around. “Show me your moves, Chuck!”

Full of false confidence and poor decisions, Chuck broke into the Running Man even though it didn’t match the rhythm of the Coldplay song at all. Jane almost fell over in laughter but joined him. The most hysterical moment was when others followed their suit. As the song came to an end, Jane pushed back her hair from her eyes. She fisted Chuck’s shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

“I’m going to remember this forever,” Chuck said as he placed his hands on her face and caressed her lips with his.

“You won’t remember a thing tomorrow,” Jane laughed.

“Wait and see. I’m going to marry you. Maybe then I’ll finally know your full name.”

Chuck kissed her again, feeling her shake with laughter.

A year later, they were in the same location, and again Jane laughed during his kiss.

“I present to you Charles Roger and Jane Danielle Bingley!” the DJ announced over the mic before they stepped onto the dance floor.

“Today has been unforgettable!” Jane cried over the music.

“Every day with you has been unforgettable, since the very first moment I met you!”