The next morning Elizabeth stepped into the breakfast room finding only Mr Darcy. She courtseyed very obstentatiously. "Good morning, my lord."
Darcy stood, bowed and chuckled. "Am I to be thus addressed every morning?"
"One may dream, sir." Elizabeth replied and sauntered to the sideboard to make herself a plate. She knew where his eyes were and it made her body tingle.
Elizabeth took the opportunity of privacy to encourage Darcy to drink a glass of port with her mother after dinner which was sure to put her to sleep early in case they wished to engage in an escapade.
"Am I expected to plan an escapade, my love?" He asked.
"Oh no, sir. Although I understand from time to time planning is a necessary thing, I much prefer spontaneous moments. Please do not feel obliged to do otherwise," she replied.
"Truthfully, I am glad to hear it. After last evening I was feeling a bit intimidated by the notion of trying to out do you. I do not think I am up to the task."
"Fitzwilliam, please do not feel such, I beg you. I was merely trying to please you, not cause anxiety. You agreed to at least try to be selfish, sir and I intend to hold you to it. I could not possibly be more content, I assure you."
"Very well, but you must promise to inform me of anything I can do for you."
"I promise with all my heart, my love."
Just then Jane walked in. After the greetings Darcy watched Jane walk to the sideboard to select food. When he brought his attention back to the table he saw Elizabeth with a wide grin.
"Care to discuss your thoughts just then, sir," she teased.
Darcy panicked "I'm afraid I was woolgathering."
"Sister, I believe Mr Darcy was picturing you naked just now."
Darcy startled as Jane's eyes flew to his.
Elizabeth laughed. "Did you really think my sister was unaware of your presence last night, sir?"
Jane giggled and sat next to Elizabeth. Darcy was stunned as Elizabeth continued, "Jane was fully aware, sir. She has agreed to be our muse."
She turned to Jane, "Mr Darcy has declared you to be a living goddess, sister."
Jane blushed and said "I thank you for the compliment, Mr Darcy."
Darcy's mouth was unable to form words so Elizabeth took pity on him and explained that Jane has indeed agreed to be their muse and specifically when she is referred to as 'sister' by either of them then she is obligated to perform any request with the restrictions of she must remain a maiden, of course and should she find love herself then the covenant is broken.
Judging from Darcy's reaction Elizabeth thought she may have gone too far. She suggested a private walk in the garden.
"Have I shocked you, sir."
"I believe the answer to that question is rather obvious, my dear."
"If you do not desire her, you only need say so."
"It is not her but the notion of a muse is what I am having difficulty with."
"Well then might I suggest that I will not refer to her as sister until you have resolved your inner conflict. I would suggest not thinking on it and see if the inclination strikes you when an opportunity presents itself. Neither Jane nor I will think on it again unless you claim the right. Is that agreeable to you, sir?"
Darcy nodded his agreement and Elizabeth could not help herself from asking, "and were you in fact picturing my sister naked, sir?"
"No, but I will admit I was admiring her form. I didn't even realize I was doing it until I saw the mischievous look on your face."
Elizabeth laughed, "I admit to enjoying watching you ogle my dear Jane and your discomfort at being discovered, you naughty naughty man."
Darcy abruptly pulled her behind a bush and groped her ass while kissing her. He spun her around and kissed her neck while forcefully grabbing her breasts.
