[For Elizabeth]
Early morning was unequivocally Darcy's most cherished time of the day. It was a rarity if he was not awake before Elizabeth, and since the conception of their child, she had been more prone to sleeping in. This was, however, precisely how he preferred things, as it allowed him time to quietly watch her sleep, to meditate on the soft fall of her dark hair across the pillowcase and the way the new sun glowed over the curve of her pale cheek.
This morning, he could not resist the impulse to touch, and so ran his fingertips up the length of one slender arm, pausing at Elizabeth's shoulder only to skim the digits downwards again. Gently, tenderly, he shifted closer and nuzzled against the column of her neck, breathing in her delicate, familiar scent.
This morning, he could not resist the impulse to touch, and so ran his fingertips up the length of one slender arm, pausing at Elizabeth's shoulder only to skim the digits downwards again. Gently, tenderly, he shifted closer and nuzzled against the column of her neck, breathing in her delicate, familiar scent.