With apologies to Jane Austen!
The story so far: Charlotte Bingley has allowed Darcy & Wickham to have their way with her; Jane is engaged to Charles Bingley; Elizabeth is engaged to Darcy and Wickham has had sexual relations with Jane and her mother Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth has promised Wickham some unspecified sexual reward for servicing her mother. Lydia has been behaving disgracefully with Mr. Collins and has been summoned back home.
Chapter XIV Elizabeth Pays Her Debts
A few days later Elizabeth accompanied her sister Jane to Netherfield where she left her with Bingley to discuss wedding arrangements. Darcy had gone up to his estate in Derbyshire to deal with some pressing matters and to acquaint the household with the news of the new mistress of Pemberly. She decided to explore the house on her own to pass the time, until Jane was ready to return home. Ascending to the third floor, she met Wickham.
"Good morning Miss Bennet, what brings you here today?" Elizabeth explained.
"You disappoint me Miss Bennet; I hoped you had come here specially to see me."
"I have an hour or so on my hands," Elizabeth replied, "Perhaps you'd be so kind as to be my guide around the house."
"You know, there are a number of totally unused rooms on the next floor. No one ever ventures up there, which is a pity; as there are so many interesting things to explore. Shall we go and investigate?"
Elizabeth's throat had gone dry and she felt a slight frisson of nervous excitement.
"Very well Mr. Wickham," she said faintly.
It was warm and quiet on the fourth floor. They walked slowly from one deserted room to the next, their footsteps muffled on the carpeted floors. They came to a room crowded with rich old furnishings and wall hangings. The mid-day sun shone brightly through an attic window. Faint sounds drifted up from below. It seemed an enchanted place with a mellow timeless feel in the atmosphere; another world where anything was possible.
"Do you like it in here Miss Bennet?" Wickham enquired softly.
"Yes I do," she said quietly.
There was a large gilt-framed mirror occupying most of one wall.
"Just imagine what secrets that mirror knows. What fascinating events it has observed. Yet it always keeps its secrets. It never tells. Shall we share some of our secrets with it?"
"Yes, I think we might permit the mirror some liberties," said Elizabeth quietly. Wickham drew her towards him and kissed her gently on her lips. Elizabeth made no attempt to resist. He kissed her again, more urgently, more passionately.
"May I undress you," Wickham whispered. Without waiting for a reply he began to loosen the fastenings of her dress. She felt him ease it off her shoulders, heard it fall the ground with a gentle rustle of silk. She stood, as if in a dream, as he expertly removed her undergarments and stockings. She stood naked before him. He turned her to face the mirror.
"Now isn't that a beautiful secret for the mirror to see?" While not exuding the blatant compelling sexuality of her younger sister, she was if anything even more sexually desirable. At nineteen years of age she had reached the peak of womanly perfection. Elizabeth watched Wickham's reflection in the mirror as he swiftly removed his clothes and then stood close behind her fondling her breasts. They looked like two Olympian Gods come down from the heavens, Aphrodite and Mars.