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storypaint) wrote2009-12-04 11:14 am
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In Want Of (Darcy/Tomoyo)
Title: In Want Of
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice/Cardcaptor Sakura (AU)
Length: 343 words
Prompt: Name a character I write and I'll tell you how s/he lost her/his virginity: Fitzwilliam Darcy and Tomoyo for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suppis_tenshi
Pairing: Darcy/Tomoyo; Darcy/Elizabeth mentioned
Other: Inserting Tomoyo into the P&P-universe as a prostitute is one of the weirdest things I've ever done. Still, G for basically nothing sexual.
Excerpt: When Mr. Darcy came of age, Wickham brought him to one of those places where it was possible to learn the secrets of women. Saying that he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea would be a grievous understatement.
It wasn't expected that a man go to his marriage bed a virgin. In fact, it was better, most said, to have the experience beforehand, so as to appear confident before a wife. She wouldn't know what to do, poor thing. She needed a man to guide her.
When Mr. Darcy came of age, Wickham brought him to one of those places where it was possible to learn the secrets of women. Saying that he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea would be a grievous understatement. He stood woodenly near the entrance, studying the girls in the next room while trying not to let it show. This was a classy place, he figured, as far as such places could be classy. The ladies were impeccably dressed, with hardly a hint of the impropriety that went on behind closed doors.
There was one who caught his eye-- a girl with exotic features, dark eyes, an enigmatic smile. She was humming to herself, he thought, a melody he couldn't quite catch across the distance.
"Is that the one you'd like, then?" Wickham's voice barely contained a leer. It was something Darcy couldn't admire about him at all, but he nodded. He wanted to talk to the exotic girl, if nothing else.
When he approached her, he didn't have to say anything. She offered her hand like nobility. Her voice, when she sang out her pleasure, sounded like bells.
"Very nice to meet you," she said carefully when he was dressed and about to leave. Her accent was quite good, but he had the feeling she was far from home.
"And you as well," he answered, the first words he had spoken to her. He buckled his shoes and left, but sometimes later, he thought of her smile. It was quite unlike Elizabeth's, soft and sad instead of strong and fierce. It was a lovely smile, all the same.
He wondered if she ever went back to her home, or simply sung of it to customers.
Fandom: Pride and Prejudice/Cardcaptor Sakura (AU)
Length: 343 words
Prompt: Name a character I write and I'll tell you how s/he lost her/his virginity: Fitzwilliam Darcy and Tomoyo for
suppis_tenshiPairing: Darcy/Tomoyo; Darcy/Elizabeth mentioned
Other: Inserting Tomoyo into the P&P-universe as a prostitute is one of the weirdest things I've ever done. Still, G for basically nothing sexual.
Excerpt: When Mr. Darcy came of age, Wickham brought him to one of those places where it was possible to learn the secrets of women. Saying that he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea would be a grievous understatement.
It wasn't expected that a man go to his marriage bed a virgin. In fact, it was better, most said, to have the experience beforehand, so as to appear confident before a wife. She wouldn't know what to do, poor thing. She needed a man to guide her.
When Mr. Darcy came of age, Wickham brought him to one of those places where it was possible to learn the secrets of women. Saying that he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea would be a grievous understatement. He stood woodenly near the entrance, studying the girls in the next room while trying not to let it show. This was a classy place, he figured, as far as such places could be classy. The ladies were impeccably dressed, with hardly a hint of the impropriety that went on behind closed doors.
There was one who caught his eye-- a girl with exotic features, dark eyes, an enigmatic smile. She was humming to herself, he thought, a melody he couldn't quite catch across the distance.
"Is that the one you'd like, then?" Wickham's voice barely contained a leer. It was something Darcy couldn't admire about him at all, but he nodded. He wanted to talk to the exotic girl, if nothing else.
When he approached her, he didn't have to say anything. She offered her hand like nobility. Her voice, when she sang out her pleasure, sounded like bells.
"Very nice to meet you," she said carefully when he was dressed and about to leave. Her accent was quite good, but he had the feeling she was far from home.
"And you as well," he answered, the first words he had spoken to her. He buckled his shoes and left, but sometimes later, he thought of her smile. It was quite unlike Elizabeth's, soft and sad instead of strong and fierce. It was a lovely smile, all the same.
He wondered if she ever went back to her home, or simply sung of it to customers.