Where in heavens sakes is my room? If this house wasn’t so big, I would have found it already.

It was 2:00 in the morning, and everyone at the Bingley house was sound asleep in their respectful rooms, that is, except for a one Elizabeth Bennett. It was her first night while staying with her ill sister Jane, and she had woken up with a terrible urge for some water. She had found the kitchen alright, but she somehow had taken a wrong turn and could not find her room.

As she walked through the dark and eerie hall, a flash of lightening filled the room. Elizabeth’s eyes shot open at the sudden light.

“Oh no.” she breathed. If there was one thing she hated, it was thunderstorms. For some odd reason she had never gotten over her fear for them. And it didn’t help at all that she was in a strange house and couldn’t find her room. A crack of thunder interrupts her thinking, and causes her to cry out. Rain started to beat down on the house like an army of drums. Elizabeth kept walking, but started moving faster as lightening flashed all around her through the large and spacious windows. Once again thunder boomed over head and Elizabeth had to cover her mouth when she screamed, just to be sure no one heard her. When she looked up, she could see a light ahead. That has to be my room. Lightening flashed over and over again, and the rain seemed to thrash the house all around her. She felt as though it was closing in around her, so she started to run towards the lighted room, just wanting to be in the safe proximities of her bed. She was almost to the room, when more thunder exploded above. She couldn’t help but scream and when she reached the room she didn’t even take the time to look around, but instead, slammed the door behind her and locked it.

She stood there breathing heavily, as her head lay against the door. Another sound came from behind, making her scream and spin around again, but this time it wasn’t the thunderstorm.

“Miss Elizabeth, are you alright?” said a deep, yet concerned voice. Elizabeth stared right into the eyes of Mr. Darcy. He was wearing comfortable breeches and a loose white shirt, and his coat was laid across an armchair. His eyes looked tired and yet confused at her sudden appearance. It was then that Elizabeth realized she was not in her room, but the library. Could things possibly get worse? I’m cold, tired and scared, there’s a thunderstorm and I just had to walk in on Mr. Darcy. Elizabeth continued to stare around at the situation, and then quite unexpectedly slid to the floor and fell apart.

“This is the worst night of my life.” She muttered through her tears. Mr. Darcy, who was quite alarmed at her breakdown, walked quietly over to her and handed her his handkerchief, and helped her off the floor. Lightening flashed again and thunder followed soon afterward. This made Elizabeth scream and lose her balance. Mr. Darcy quickly caught her in his arms, before she could tragically fall to the ground. Another crack of thunder came quickly and Elizabeth, unaware of what she was doing, grabbed on tighter to Mr. Darcy.

Not knowing exactly what to do, Mr. Darcy held her firmly, wanting to protect her from the storm. He felt her shiver suddenly in his arms. He let go of her and reached over and grabbed his coat that was lying on the chair. He wrapped it around her snuggly as a burst of lightening filled the room. In that moment he could see the terror that was written across Elizabeth’s lovely features.

Thunder rumbled loudly outside and Elizabeth shrieked at the noise. She wrapped the coat around her tighter, as if to shield herself from a battle in front of her.

“Miss Elizabeth, are you frightened of thunderstorms?” Mr. Darcy questioned with worry. Before she could answer, a crack of thunder filled the room. This one made her jump uncontrollably and fell into his arms once more. He was surprised when she clutched to him when lightening flashed again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He answered for her. He continued to hold her as thunder boomed outside again, making the rain fall even harder against the window. Mr. Darcy noticed that this time she did not scream. So he risked asking her another question.

“What were you doing out in the middle of the night, Miss Elizabeth?” he asked her gently, shocking her to some degree. She looked slowly up at him, embarrassed, and sighed.

“I woke up and needed a drink of water. I found the kitchen alright, but I couldn’t find my room afterward. Then the storm started. I was so scared I couldn’t think straight. I saw the light in this room and thought it might be my room. I started to run for it. I didn’t realize that you were in here, or that this wasn’t my room and that just frightened me more. I’m terribly sorry.”

Elizabeth started to cry once again as she eased out of his arms, but then found that she wished she were still in them. She spoke to him in a shaky as she walked to the window.

“What are you doing up I the middle of the night, Mr. Darcy?” Elizabeth stared at her reflection I in the rainy window, waiting for his response.

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said simply. Elizabeth stood silently as she gazed at the world outside. Suddenly she felt a warm and gentle hand place itself on her shoulder.

“I’m dreadfully sorry that I frightened you, Miss Elizabeth.” He said so calmly, that it sent shivers down her back. He removed his hand, and Elizabeth felt cold again. She turned around a little too quickly and bumped right into him, not knowing he was standing that close. He instinctively puts his arms around her, so she wouldn’t fall, but didn’t let her go this time.

Elizabeth gazed up at his intense blue pools of eyes. She could feel his warmth start to radiate through her body once more, and wishes he won’t let her go. She had never felt the joy of being in a man’s arms before, and she found that she quite enjoyed it.

Mr. Darcy slowly bends down and brings his cheek to hers and caresses it tenderly. He can smell a faint whiff of lavender coming from her hair. It seems to intoxicate his whole being as he closes his eyes. Elizabeth can feel his warm breath beating softly on her neck and shoulder, warming her whole self. He mutters her name in a deep, husky voice, “Elizabeth…” And chills run through her when she hears her name come from his lips.

He pulls back slowly and gazes at her. It feels as if she if being looked straight through. But her eyes never leave his. Elizabeth notices him glance down at her mouth, then back at her eyes, as if asking her permission. It would be completely unlady-like. She tells herself. But I think I want it just as badly as he does.This is a man of high honor, how could he possibly want you? Who knows, maybe I’m dreaming. She feels him tighten his hold on her. Nope, it’s definitely real.

Elizabeth looks at him carefully, and then gives into her wants. She leans up to him, like giving her permission. She can feel his raged breath on her lips, full with anticipation. He slowly connects his mouth to her and kisses her gently. Her eyes drop closed as she responds a little. Mr. Darcy pulls back after a few seconds, and looks at her to see her reaction. Elizabeth dreamily opens her eyes to see him looking at her. Her eyes sparkle as she notices what seems to be a little smile, flash on his face. He leans down once again and captures her sweet tasting lips. He can feel her respond more as she leans in more to him.

This must be heaven. Elizabeth thought. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her hands run through his hair for a moment. She could feel his strong, protective arms go around her tighter, wanting to get closer to her. A small gasp escaped her when she felt his tongue flick across her lower lip, asking for entrance. She gladly obliges. A moan comes from both of their throats as they enjoy the wonderful new emotion that is coursing through their bodies. Elizabeth hardly noticed the lightening flash around them as he kisses her passionately. But he jumped back when the thunder came. She didn’t even flinch. He looked at her cautiously not knowing what to think. Her eyes are still closed, lost in the moment. He sees her lick her lips as she opens her eyes to him.

“I think you have been cured of your fear.” He whispered to her. Elizabeth smiles gently up at him.

“And I think I know why.” At her response, Mr. Darcy smiles. This is the first time she has really seen him smile. It makes him look more handsome. She thinks to herself. She smiles wider at him as he leans in for another kiss. She pulls back breathless and lays her head on his forehead.

“I should probably go to bed, Mr. Darcy.” He just gazes at her, wanting to completely ignore her statement, but reluctantly nods his head. He slowly releases his hold on her and walks behind her as she pads silently over to the large door.

As Elizabeth reaches the door, she turns around and looks at him once more. She smiles weakly, expressing what they both know just happened. It will be a memory that is locked in their minds for eternity. They stand there in silence, not knowing what to say. Elizabeth then swiftly walks into his arms. He holds her tightly to him, and then kisses her fiercely before letting her go. Elizabeth quickly leaves the room and closes the door quietly. She stands there staring at the darkened door, as he stands on the other side looking at the spot she had just been.

They both know and realize the same thing. That will never happen again.

(a/n: this is my first Pride and Prejudice story, so please go easy. But I’m still open for criticism and comments. Please tell me what you think.)