while we breathe, we hope.

I didn't not write any of this. I somehow talked myself into wanting a challenge, so I wrote Darcy POV, and hopefully it sounds like Darcy, but let's talk about how Darcy would insist on calling sex "making love" and how much it would embarrass Lizzie, and she would ask him to never, eve say it again and he'd tell her no and explain that with her it could never be just sex. Because that's a think I am going to have to add.

also: I want fic where Lizzie is constantly messing up his hair. just to annoy him.