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"The Tiger and the Eagle Went to Sea in a Beautiful Pea Green Boat" by imaginarycircus (Mature)
Fandom: THE LIZZIE BENNET DIARIES
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 2166 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imaginarycircus
Author Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: Do you have any idea how hard it is to write a fic in the second person? I don't, but I do know you don't see many that are done well. This fic with its long title is the exception--it's funny, clever, sexy, and includes just enough fanservice to keep Team Figi happy.
You eat the chocolates on the pillows before your brand new husband is able to toe off his shoes and sit down in a chair. You have no idea if he ate anything today either because you were too busy answering the same three questions over and over to three hundred and twenty-two guests. It would have been easier to Tweet out the info or hold up a placard. Except Aunt Eunice has cataracts and you’d still have to have read it to her and then spent twenty minutes explaining that you’re her great niece and she’s at your wedding and no, you haven’t married Johnnie. He’s your cousin. You married the very tall man in the bow tie over there by the cake looking like he’s about to be marched onto The Somme at the height of the battle. He loves crowds that much.
“Lizzie. We can order room service.” Darcy watches in amusement as you tear open the minibar and inhale two tiny Toblerones and half a can of smoked almonds even though you can see that a can small enough to fit a single mouse costs twelve bucks.
Your blood sugar starts to rise feebly and you can sit down and look at the room service menu without seeing spots.
Everything. You want to eat everything on the menu and in the room, including the furniture and draperies. You haven’t eaten since that half a piece of toast you nibbled nervously at six am that morning. The previous morning, actually.
William Darcy knows you so well now that he picks up the phone and orders you challah french toast with whipped cream and strawberries, a side of roasted brussels sprouts and a split of champagne. It’s weird, but it’s exactly what you want.
You wilt a little when he tells you it will take forty-five minutes. Then you remember that under the silk of your skirt, and the layers of tulle (though not anything like the ungodly cake of a dress your mother wanted to wrestle you into) you’re wearing a surprise for him. You know from experience that you can do a lot in forty-five minutes. Besides you’re newly married. The hotel is too fancy to call it a “honeymoon suite” but it is and wouldn’t they pretty much throw you out if they found you politely playing pinochle while fully dressed on your wedding night?
The Tiger and the Eagle Went to Sea in a Beautiful Pea Green Boat
Pairing: Lizzie Bennet/William Darcy
Length: 2166 words
Author on LJ:
imaginarycircusAuthor Website: Dreamwidth
Why this must be read: Do you have any idea how hard it is to write a fic in the second person? I don't, but I do know you don't see many that are done well. This fic with its long title is the exception--it's funny, clever, sexy, and includes just enough fanservice to keep Team Figi happy.
You eat the chocolates on the pillows before your brand new husband is able to toe off his shoes and sit down in a chair. You have no idea if he ate anything today either because you were too busy answering the same three questions over and over to three hundred and twenty-two guests. It would have been easier to Tweet out the info or hold up a placard. Except Aunt Eunice has cataracts and you’d still have to have read it to her and then spent twenty minutes explaining that you’re her great niece and she’s at your wedding and no, you haven’t married Johnnie. He’s your cousin. You married the very tall man in the bow tie over there by the cake looking like he’s about to be marched onto The Somme at the height of the battle. He loves crowds that much.
“Lizzie. We can order room service.” Darcy watches in amusement as you tear open the minibar and inhale two tiny Toblerones and half a can of smoked almonds even though you can see that a can small enough to fit a single mouse costs twelve bucks.
Your blood sugar starts to rise feebly and you can sit down and look at the room service menu without seeing spots.
Everything. You want to eat everything on the menu and in the room, including the furniture and draperies. You haven’t eaten since that half a piece of toast you nibbled nervously at six am that morning. The previous morning, actually.
William Darcy knows you so well now that he picks up the phone and orders you challah french toast with whipped cream and strawberries, a side of roasted brussels sprouts and a split of champagne. It’s weird, but it’s exactly what you want.
You wilt a little when he tells you it will take forty-five minutes. Then you remember that under the silk of your skirt, and the layers of tulle (though not anything like the ungodly cake of a dress your mother wanted to wrestle you into) you’re wearing a surprise for him. You know from experience that you can do a lot in forty-five minutes. Besides you’re newly married. The hotel is too fancy to call it a “honeymoon suite” but it is and wouldn’t they pretty much throw you out if they found you politely playing pinochle while fully dressed on your wedding night?
The Tiger and the Eagle Went to Sea in a Beautiful Pea Green Boat