Pride And Prejudice Dialectical Journal Entry
Three mini-bottles in, Darcy determined he had enough liquid courage and was ready to deploy the necessary means to secure her in the bed until morning.
Glaring at the drawer where he placed the method, he groaned at the absurdity of it all. Was he really going to do this to the woman of his dreams and future wife? Fingering the forth bottle, he wavered.
“Darcy, come on. Let me out.”
Walking over to the door, he leaned closer to speak. “Madam, you do not play fair.”
“Like you serenading me with Barry was fair!”
Smirking through pressed lips, he accepted the accuracy of her parry.
Touché, my clever girl. Touché.
He had discovered her weakness and used it ruthlessly to his advantage. Was it not just that she do the same? The crux of the matter was that he did not know it was his …show more content…
“Then come here and bid me a goodnight, for I need to sleep but only if you are secured in my arms.”
Without any further words, her face lighted and she rushed to him. Engulfing her in his embrace, they held each other closely.
Amanda parted first, looking up at him with pure affection and concern.
“Darcy, you look beat. Long day, huh?”
He nodded, “I am at an impasse, my love. I am at your mercy.”
“I promised,” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. Sitting him down on the edge, she got down on her knees and started to take off his boots. Pulling one off, she looked up at him smiling, “I remember helping you before with your footwear, Mr. Darcy.”
Letting out a short chuckle, he nodded, “A blurred occasion, Miss Price. For weeks I pondered how each came to be on the wrong foot.”
“Did I put them on wrong?”
“Wickham found me and imagined the worse.”
Amanda giggled, “I bet he did.”
His hand found the arch of her neck, stroking it with his thumb. “I have yet to say that I am deeply grateful to you for defended me in my incapacitation on that night. You were very
Glaring at the drawer where he placed the method, he groaned at the absurdity of it all. Was he really going to do this to the woman of his dreams and future wife? Fingering the forth bottle, he wavered.
“Darcy, come on. Let me out.”
Walking over to the door, he leaned closer to speak. “Madam, you do not play fair.”
“Like you serenading me with Barry was fair!”
Smirking through pressed lips, he accepted the accuracy of her parry.
Touché, my clever girl. Touché.
He had discovered her weakness and used it ruthlessly to his advantage. Was it not just that she do the same? The crux of the matter was that he did not know it was his …show more content…
“Then come here and bid me a goodnight, for I need to sleep but only if you are secured in my arms.”
Without any further words, her face lighted and she rushed to him. Engulfing her in his embrace, they held each other closely.
Amanda parted first, looking up at him with pure affection and concern.
“Darcy, you look beat. Long day, huh?”
He nodded, “I am at an impasse, my love. I am at your mercy.”
“I promised,” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. Sitting him down on the edge, she got down on her knees and started to take off his boots. Pulling one off, she looked up at him smiling, “I remember helping you before with your footwear, Mr. Darcy.”
Letting out a short chuckle, he nodded, “A blurred occasion, Miss Price. For weeks I pondered how each came to be on the wrong foot.”
“Did I put them on wrong?”
“Wickham found me and imagined the worse.”
Amanda giggled, “I bet he did.”
His hand found the arch of her neck, stroking it with his thumb. “I have yet to say that I am deeply grateful to you for defended me in my incapacitation on that night. You were very