In theory, yes. In practice, I am afraid it would take us to the Badfic Place:

"Oh, that dreadful Mr. Darcy. He is so very toppy," Elizabeth said indignantly. "I cannot bear the man. Do you see the way he is always laying about with his riding crop? It is past imagining, I tell you."

"Oh, Lizzy, do not be so hard on him," Jane cried, in real distress, for it was not in her nature to criticize the kinks of others. "He may act that way, but I am quite sure that if it came to it he would remember that a lady always gets to choose first."

And, OK, that's it. Can't badfic one of my favorite novels anymore. Feel tremendous guilt and shame as it is.

*departs in search of good works that may allay some small part of this dreadful, dreadful crime*

(Although, hey - if you can write it so it doesn't go badficcy, go for it.)