Rhiannon Hendricks
Fanfiction has long provided an outlet for readers to explore the unwritten scenes of their favourite books, and one of the most popular scenes for Pride and Prejudice fans is the wedding night of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr Darcy. The couple's relationship is a source of fascination for readers, and fanfiction authors have taken the opportunity to delve into the intimate details of their wedding night, from the preparations to the consummation of their marriage. While some stories focus on the romantic and passionate aspects of the night, others explore the anxiety and uncertainty that Elizabeth may have felt as a bride in that era.
| Characteristics | Values |
|---|---|
| Fanfiction story title | Darcy's Wedding Night |
| Fanfiction author | Nadine Reynolds |
| Main characters | Darcy, Elizabeth, Jane, Lydia, Wickham, Mr. Bennet, Mrs. Bennet, Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam, Miss Caroline Bingley, Charles Bingley |
| Setting | Pemberley, Darcy's familial estate |
| Story details | Elizabeth's feelings of anticipation and nervousness about her wedding night with Darcy, her thoughts about her sister's advice, and the description of the wedding preparations and festivities. |
| Genre | Romance |
| Story themes | Love, passion, anticipation, anxiety, family dynamics |
| Story tone | Sensual, emotional, humorous |
| Publication details | Published on FanFiction.net and Amazon |
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What You'll Learn
Elizabeth's wedding night jitters
Elizabeth couldn't quite believe that her wedding day had finally arrived. She had been full of nervous excitement all morning, but now, as the sun set, a sense of anticipation and dread began to settle in. She felt a fluttering in her stomach as she pictured her new husband, Mr. Darcy, and the night that lay ahead.
Earlier, she had confided in her older sister, Jane, about her worries for the wedding night. Jane, always practical, had offered her advice and reassurance. But now, as Elizabeth sat alone in her room, she couldn't shake her apprehension. She knew that Mr. Darcy desired her—she had seen it in his eyes—but she still felt unsure of herself.
She picked up a bottle of French perfume and dabbed it delicately on her wrists and neck, taking comfort in the familiar, floral scent. She looked out of the window at the gardens below, knowing that they belonged to her husband now. She smiled at the thought; Mr. Darcy was one of the wealthiest men in England, but that was not what had drawn her to him. She had seen beyond his pride and prejudices and had come to love him deeply.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the room, Elizabeth's heart raced. She knew that Mr. Darcy would soon join her, and she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the night ahead, determined to put her jitters aside and embrace the passion that she knew lay within her.
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Darcy's anticipation
Darcy's heart raced as he sat opposite Elizabeth in the carriage. He was disconcerted, caught in a maelstrom of emotions. He had wanted to lay with Elizabeth even before they were engaged, and certainly before she knew of his true feelings for her. He was a man, after all, and he had not been able to keep his appetite in check while waiting to find the right woman to make his wife. But beyond that, she was Elizabeth. She had turned his head when not a single other woman had.
He was determined to put his own raging urges to the side and focus on what Elizabeth would need from him. He wanted her to enjoy their conjugal relationship, and he needed her to if he was to find any bliss in it himself. She deserved to enjoy it. She deserved to spend her wedding night with a groom who would put her needs first and service her until she was ready. He wanted to give her a proper kiss.
Darcy was also nervous about the coming night. He was unsure if he would be able to control his desires. He was further disconcerted when Elizabeth, alarmed at his sudden discomfort, asked if he was well. "Perfectly well, my love," he responded, seeking to clear his mind of the dangerous scene he had just created in it. He tried not to notice the swell of her breasts as she sighed. But he could not help but smile and kiss her hand.
As they arrived at Pemberley, Elizabeth congratulated herself. Her husband was one of the wealthiest men in England, but that was not what had attracted her. After their quarrel over his pride and his prejudices against her family, they had realised each other's true worth and fallen deeply in love. She was happy to be leaving behind the houseful of relations and starting their married life together in a private haven. She was the happiest woman in England.
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The morning of the wedding
Her sister, Jane, was already in the kitchen, a cup of tea in hand. "Good morning, my dear," Jane said with a smile. "I've sent for the hairdresser and the seamstress; they should be here any moment."
As the sisters sipped their tea, the sound of carriage wheels crunching up the gravel drive signaled the arrival of the wedding party. Elizabeth peered out the window, catching a glimpse of Mr. Darcy's proud figure stepping down from the carriage. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and she felt a flutter of nervousness at the thought of their impending wedding night.
The morning passed in a blur of activity, with the hairdresser and seamstress fussing over the brides, ensuring that every curl was in place and every stitch was perfect. Elizabeth's mother, Mrs. Bennet, bustled about, offering advice and instructions, while Elizabeth's younger sister, Lydia, added a touch of mischief to the proceedings with her playful jokes and teasing remarks.
As the sun reached its zenith, Elizabeth found herself alone with Mr. Darcy in the quiet of the parlor. They exchanged a deep look, their eyes speaking volumes of the love and desire simmering between them. Mr. Darcy took Elizabeth's hand and brought it to his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. "My dearest Elizabeth," he murmured. "Tonight, when we are finally wed, I promise to make you mine with all the passion and devotion I possess." Elizabeth's breath caught in her throat as she imagined their wedding night, her cheeks flushing with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness.
Little did she know that Mr. Darcy, too, felt the weight of their impending union, grappling with his own desires and determined to ensure that their wedding night would be as much about her pleasure as his.
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The couple's honeymoon destination
Will and Elizabeth's honeymoon destination was a well-kept secret, known only to the groom himself. As they rode away from Pemberley in their light carriage, Elizabeth was filled with exuberant anticipation, not knowing their destination but content to be starting their journey as husband and wife.
The Lake District, a place of romantic significance to the couple, was a likely possibility. It was here, in a small, remote, and weather-beaten country inn, that they had reunited and confessed their love for each other. However, travelling to the Lake District in the early 1800s was no easy feat, especially when travelling by coach-and-four.
Perhaps, Mr Darcy had planned an alternative private haven for his beloved bride. Spending their wedding night at Pemberley, surrounded by a houseful of relations, was not an appealing prospect. Instead, they could seek refuge in a place that would become the shelter for all their future joys.
As they embarked on their journey, Elizabeth's mind was filled not with worry about their destination, but with the warm embrace of her new husband. The clip-clop of the horses' hooves and the quiet rattle of the harnesses created a cheerful melody, a fitting soundtrack to the start of their married life together.
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The consummation of their marriage
Elizabeth had never felt more nervous in her life. She had been unsure what to expect, but her mother's advice to simply endure it did little to ease her apprehension. Her sister Jane had tried to explain, and Lydia had been enthusiastic about the whole affair, even leaving a few special gifts for her. But Elizabeth couldn't shake her worries as she sat at her dressing table, preparing for her wedding night with Mr. Darcy.
She took a bottle of French perfume and carefully applied a few drops to her wrists and neck, enjoying the floral scent that complemented the smell of the rose gardens outside. The sun was setting, and its golden rays fell across the bed, drawing her gaze to the window. She looked out over the formal gardens and broad acres of parkland, all of which now belonged to her husband. She smiled, thinking of how she had fallen in love with him despite their initial quarrel over his pride and prejudices.
Mr. Darcy, meanwhile, was also feeling a maelstrom of emotions. He wanted Elizabeth, and had done so even before they were engaged. He knew that he wanted their wedding night to be different from the typical attitude of the time, where the wedding night was for the groom's pleasure. He wanted Elizabeth to enjoy their conjugal relationship, needing her to find bliss in it as well.
As Elizabeth turned away from the window, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her dark chestnut hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and she wore a sheer peignoir that clung to her curves, revealing more than it hid. She wondered what Mr. Darcy would think of her like this. She crossed over to the massive four-poster bed, with its Jacobean carvings and curtains hanging between the posts. She couldn't help but wonder how many generations of Darcys had been conceived in that very room.
When Mr. Darcy finally entered the room, Elizabeth's heart raced as she met his gaze. He was captivated by her beauty, and as he approached, he gently took her hand and brought it to his lips, whispering, "At what time should we dine?" Elizabeth, her voice steady, replied, "I can ready myself in one hour. Shall that be sufficient?" Mr. Darcy smiled, kissed her knuckles again, and replied, "More than, madam."
As the sun set over Pemberley, the newlyweds prepared for the consummation of their marriage, both eager to give themselves freely to the other.
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Frequently asked questions
Will and Elizabeth's wedding night is described as passionate, with Elizabeth feeling exuberant anticipation and Will feeling a maelstrom of emotions. The couple consummate their marriage, with Elizabeth initiating intimacy.
After the wedding, the couple travel by carriage to an unknown destination for their honeymoon. They do not spend their wedding night at Pemberley, opting for privacy away from their relatives.
Fanfiction about Will and Elizabeth's wedding night can be found on websites such as FanFiction.net and FictionPress.com. Some stories are also available on Amazon.
Some examples of story titles include "Darcy's Wedding Night", "To Get It Right - A Wedding Night Story", "Elizabeth Bennet's Wedding Night", and "Darcy and Elizabeth: The Wedding Night". These stories explore the couple's thoughts, feelings, and intimate moments on their wedding night.
