Jane and Colonel Fitzwilliam?

 

What better way to start the year that to focus on one of Jane Austen’s most beloved characters. Join Austen Variations as we spend January looking into the lovely Jane Bennet.

 


 

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In ‘Remember the Past’, Jane found love, not with Bingley, but with Col. Fitzwilliam. A few scenes got cut from the final project, but they live on here, for your enjoyment.

 

Richard Fitzwilliam trudged upstairs to his chambers. How close had they come to tragedy? He had reconciled himself to it on the battlefield but had deceived himself in Pemberley’s safety far too long. He dropped into his favorite chair and scoured his face with his hands. Life was too fragile and too short. He had delayed far too many things far too long. Darcy made his complacency too easy, but no more.

The fragrance of honeysuckle wafted through the room. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Funny how that scent soothed the depths of his being and righted his world. A gentle touch on his shoulder coaxed him to open his eyes.

“Fitzwilliam.” Her voice caressed his name, wanton and proper all at the same moment.

A familiar frisson coursed through him, lingering potently with her nearness. He opened his eyes.

She stood beside him, looking down with that look she reserved just for him.

He pulled her into his lap.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and nestled into his shoulder. “You smell like horse.”

He threw his head back and laughed a soul cleansing laugh.  “Oh, Janie, you always know what I need.”

“It is hard to believe they are all returned and well,” she whispered.

“It is. I am still surprised a broken arm is the worst of it, considering all that might have been.”

She shuddered. ”Lizzy has just gone to see Papa. I think they shall mend their bridges.”

“About bloody time! The hard headed—”

“Yes, I know.” She laughed the tired half laugh-half sigh she used when she did not want to admit her weariness.  “You should be glad I am not nearly as stubborn as either of them”

“I am certain I shall count my blessings for that.”  He pressed his forehead to hers. “And for so many other things.”

“Is this finished now?”

“Not yet.” He grated his teeth and shook his head. “Piper has sent men out to find him.”

“You think they will succeed this time?”

“Yes.”

“Why? What has changed?”

“I had a very long talk with the boys on the way here from Alston. From Philip’s account, Wickham is very ill indeed.”

“And when they catch him?”

“They will bring him here.”

She gulped. “Then what?”

“I am not sure. It is for Darcy and the Admiral to decide.”

“I am sure Darcy will be far more inclined to mercy than Papa,” she craned her neck to look at him, “or you.”

“No doubt. Given my druthers—”

“I do not like it. They do not need more conflict between them.”

“I know my dear. But I have no desire to think about that now.”  He pulled her a little closer and pressed his face into her hair. Honeysuckle and sunshine, so warm and close.  Frayed nerves gave way to a new, and far more pleasing, tension.

He kissed her forehead, down her temple, her cheek, until he found her lips.  Sweet, warm and welcoming, she received him with increasing vigor. For all her quiet propriety, a stream of passion ran within and bubbled up to greet him.  She yielded to his hand at the small of her back, pressing her softness into the planes of his chest.

He should stop now, should right her to her feet, and should be concerned for someone walking in on them.  But here and now, after all that occurred that day, ‘should’ mattered very little.  Gaping, ragged places in his heart screamed for comfort Jane alone could provide.

He was no Darcy, nor ever would be, but the woman who trailed kisses up his jaw to that spot behind his ear, the one that made him forget everything but her—she did not ask him to be Darcy or an earl’s son. She esteemed him for himself alone. Aching emptiness gnawed within, a hunger demanding to be filled.

He found her lips again. 

Her hand glided down his chest to his side  and the sharp crest of his hip as she met his kisses with her own.  Did she know what her touch did to him? Would she stop if she did?

“Janie, I must know, are you disappointed in me—that I did not find—”

She jumped backwards and nearly fell out of his lap. “Richard Edward Hubert Fitzwilliam!”

Surprisingly strong hands grabbed his ears. “If I ever hear you say something so stupid again, I swear to you I shall box these ears of yours so hard you will—”

He took her wrists and pulled her hands away. “What did I say so wrong?”

She dropped her feet to the floor and stood, hands on her hips, towering over him, a picture of righteous indignation. “You know very well—do not play the fool with me.”

“I have no idea what you are so upset about.”

She huffed, turned on her heel and stalked to the door. It shut with a soft click, immediately drowned out by the angry steps as she stomped back.

“Have you so conveniently forgotten? We have after all had this conversation not just once, but several time before. I would like very much never to have it again.”  Her lips flashed up in a thin smile, the one that always portended her sharpest tone. “Though I highly doubt I will be so fortunate.”

He hauled himself to his feet. “What are you going on about?”

“I am tired of hearing you compare yourself to Darcy and anyone else you make out to be somehow better, richer or more accomplished that yourself.  I simply will not have any more of it.”

“But—”

“No—no more excuses. Would you have me go on and on as to how I cannot hold a candle to my fiery sister—neither in the eyes of society nor my father?”  She turned her back and paced the length of the room. “I am handsome enough, I suppose—but lack the sparkle and wit she possesses.  Papa tries—has always tried—to be fair and not to favor any one of his children, but it is clear he understands neither Philip nor I.  Lizzy and Francis are so like him, he cannot help but be more sympathetic toward them.”

She turned and faced him again. Her eyes—oh her eyes! They were not angry as her posture would have suggested, but so very, very vulnerable.

What had he done?

“Shall I wave that as my standard before you?  Remind you as to how you are settling for second best? Constantly belittle myself for being who I am, not someone and something else.  Tell me— you were the one who played at swords with my sister –were you not tempted by a woman with so much—”

“Stop it!” He strode to her, boots clomping loud on the hardwood floor. He took her shoulders in his hands and gripped them tightly, arms trembling, restraining the desire to shake her.  He dragged her to him,   kissed her hard, and crushed her into himself.  Anger and passion blended, his hands claimed her as his own. 

The softness of her curves yielded to the strength of his arms. No doubt she would deny him nothing in this moment.  Her need to be desired matched his own, kindred souls completing one another.

“She never tempted me. You must believe that. I enjoyed her playfulness with the boys, but she could never understand me as you do.  I have never, will never long for her. Only you dearest, only you.”

She pulled back and met his gaze. “Then stop comparing yourself to Darcy.  I want you, not him. You proved your gallantry when you went to look for the boys.  Who found them was a matter of luck. You would have laid down your life for them, just as they did and you are not even father to them. Does not that make you even more the hero?”  She pressed her hand to his chest. “I know your heart, Fitzwilliam , and that is what I love.”

A strangled cry even he could not decipher tore from his throat as he devoured her waiting, tempting lips.  She lost her balance and clutched at him, one hand at his lapel, the other—dear God!—two hand spans lower than his waist.

Desire—ragged and raw—surged through him, throbbing, aching for its completion.  He forced his eye open to see his longings mirrored in hers. They were betrothed, Only a date need yet be set.  No one else would know. 

But he would.

He steadied her on her feet and pressed her cheek to his chest.  “I dare not continue. I want you too badly.”

“I—”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “I know and I treasure that more than I have words to speak. But I will not anticipate our vows.  You are too valuable to me for that.  Not to mention, I could not look your father or Darcy in the eye again if I did.”

“You are right. Papa would be disappointed—”

“To put it mildly. But let us set a date for our own happiness.  My solicitor works on the papers for the estate even now.  We need not wait until they are finished, though.  There is a house I found in town we can let until the estate is ready for us.”

“I would like that very much.”  She exhaled hard and smiled up at him.

Had she any idea how difficult she made his decision when she did that? He drew her close and rested his chin on her head.

“I would also like it very much if you had a bath. You still smell like horse.”

They laughed heartily, the sound of a future being born.


 

So, what do you think of Jane and Colonel Fitzwilliam as a couple? Let me know in the comments.

 

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    • Carol on January 20, 2016 at 6:17 am
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    I loved the fiery Jane in this passage, because it sounds like she’s been taking lessons from Elizabeth. I always like Jane and the Colonel matching in stories. It’s not that don’t like Bingley, it’s that he ends up needing a mother rather than a wife. He’s too ineffective and indecisive dealing with his hateful sister Caroline.

    1. Jane did turn out to have much more of a backbone in this variation. Thanks, Carol!

    • Patt Dyal Saunders on January 20, 2016 at 6:41 am
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    LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!!! Thank you for sharing! Ordered this book and two others to go along with it!

    1. So glad you liked it, Patt!

    • Deborah on January 20, 2016 at 6:51 am
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    I love the pairing of Jane and the Colonel. Jane needs someone who can make decisions and the colonel needs someone who has a soft side. As Carol said, and I agree, that Bingley needs a mother more than a wife. He’s too easily led and indecisive. Thank you for this beautiful scene, Maria.

    1. Thanks, Deborah!

    • Carol hoyt on January 20, 2016 at 7:21 am
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    Love! 2 of my favs together !

    1. Glad to another Col Fitzwilliam fan!

    • Kath on January 20, 2016 at 8:06 am
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    I had never thought of Jane and the Colonel until reading some of this month’s posts on here. The more I read, the more I like them together. I am starting to see how weak Bingley was in not trusting his own feelings and being loyal to Jane.

    1. I agree, Bingley does not seem to improve on further consideration, does he?

    • Meg on January 20, 2016 at 8:08 am
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    Love them as a couple. I always felt Charles was not mature enough to marry if he allowed others to make decisions.

    1. That’s always bothered me about Bingley, too.

    • Caroline on January 20, 2016 at 8:22 am
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    In my mind, this scene should have been included in the book. We know they are a couple, but we don’t really see them interact as such. I this “what if,” Jane and Elizabeth have the same mother; it stands to reason they both have inherited a part of her personality and the personality of the Admiral.

    I’m alternately in love with Darcy and the Colonel, however, the Colonel seems to be winning out more and more often when he is paired with Jane — or anyone other that Caroline Bingley.

    1. Since cutting it, I have wondered the same thing, Caroline. It is always tough to decide what to keep and what should be edited.

    • Wendy on January 20, 2016 at 9:10 am
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    Loved the deleted scene. Now I need to go back and re-read the book. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Thanks, Wendy!

    • Cindy on January 20, 2016 at 9:51 am
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    This story and this particular scene as well as the one when the are speaking together in the clearing in the woods are my favorite of the JA genre. Thank you for letting me read this again!

    1. Thanks, Cindy. That other scene in posted on my website if you ever want to re-read that as well.

    • Stephanie L on January 20, 2016 at 10:57 am
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    I always enjoy Jane and the Col. together. Bingley is nice and congenial and all that jazz, but wishy washy. The Col. is genial and fun and yet has a strength of character that plays nicely with Jane. Plus then Jane and Lizzy are married to cousins and Caro doesn’t get to be connected in any way shape or form. LOL

    1. Not having to deal with Caroline is indeed a perk, isn’t it?

    • Hollis on January 20, 2016 at 11:36 am
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    I LOVE IT!!!! Darcy is good but always so angsty. Give me a tempestuous, hard-living solder who knows what he wants and is not afraid to say it and take it!

    1. LOl! Love the way you say that! I so agree!

    • Carole in Canada on January 20, 2016 at 11:41 am
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    I will always love Bingley with Jane because that is how Ms. Austen created them. However, I do love the Colonel and enjoy stories where he is paired with Jane. Like others before me said, she offers a serene softness to his hard edges. This excerpt that didn’t make it in the book is just what we do need to have though. Having a more passionate Jane showing her fierce loving side (within boundaries of course) shows us that still waters do run deep. Thank you for this!

    1. I think it is such fun when we get a glimpse into those still waters! Thanks Carole!

  1. A lovely vignette!! I just re-read this novel recently, so I know the circumstances surrounding this story. So well done!! 🙂

    Thank you for writing for us!!

    Warmly,
    Cassandra 🙂

    1. Thanks so much!

    • Sheila L. M. on January 20, 2016 at 12:23 pm
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    I love this, especially as we usually never read any passion coming from Jane. I have read other books in which she is paired with the Colonel. And he is one of my favorites. I have this book, read it as a WIP, purchased it and have started to read it again. This blog may just send me back to finish that re-reading.

    Well done. Thanks for the missing scene.

    1. Thanks, Sheila! Hope you enjoy the reread!

    • Debra Perrin on January 20, 2016 at 3:05 pm
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    Coincidentally I’ve just re-read this book so what a delight and surprise when this popped up in my inbox – thank you!

    1. Thanks Debra! Hope you enjoyed the reread.

    • Lilyane Soltz on January 20, 2016 at 11:25 pm
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    Oh, yes please. I’m looking forward to this – absolutely!

    1. Thanks, Lilyane!

    • junewilliams7 on January 21, 2016 at 3:39 am
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    This scene is lovely! I hate it when authors delete scenes. Put it back, put it back, please!

    1. I am seriously considering it, June. Thanks.

    • Rosa on January 22, 2016 at 3:48 am
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    And now I have to reread the book! Thank you!

    1. Thanks, Rosa!

  2. I haven’t read this book yet, but I love this scene! Thanks for sharing it.

    • elillie2010 on January 24, 2016 at 10:00 am
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    Thanks Maria! That was wonderful. As a man, I always thought Mr. Bingley a wimp for letting his sister ( no less) and his best friend tell him who he should love. Jane was to good for him. Now Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam is man to love!

  3. I love when Jane and the Colonel are paired together!

    • Ann Garland on January 28, 2016 at 2:24 am
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    I am glad that the Colonel is NOT a villain (like I’ve read in a few stories). I feel sorry for Charles Bingley, that he doesn’t get Jane. However, the idea of Richard with Jane is attractive. Elizabeth and Jane can live near each other eventually. Does Caroline get her just desserts?

    1. Thanks so much Ann! In this particular adaptation, Caroline does not even make an appearance.

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