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Just like honey

A new scene from my forbidden office romance AU – Sybil and Tom are
on opposite sides of a deal team in the City of London, and if anyone
knew they were meeting outside work they would be fired and lose their
reputations for good.  But somehow, they can’t stay away from each
other… rated M.

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“Sybil – what are you doing later on? Can I…”

She was twisting
her hair back into place behind her head. “No, don’t think so – I’m way
behind on the fund setups, Sir Anthony is on my case about it. I’m going
to be at the office till late.”

Already she was moving away from
him, ready to return to that life. The life of the City – the life of
work, money, deadlines. The life on the surface, the life he no longer
seemed to care much about, compared to what he had found with her.

“Sure…” Leave it Tom, leave it. Let her go.

He
turned away from her, adjusting his tie, and felt her come up behind
him, press herself against his back, slide her arms around his waist.

Turning
towards her, he felt her breasts against his chest, her hips rolling
against his. Her arms wove around his neck as she kissed him, a kiss
that could have lingered, dragging them both back into his bed again, if
they had let it.

He was the one to pull away this time. “I’ve got to go.”

One more kiss, and they went their separate ways outside his front door.

He
turned back to look at her – her smile as she freshened up her
lipstick, the curve of her hips, the click of her high heels. He felt
his heart lift into his throat as he watched her walk away from him.

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Valentines fic for Cassiemortmain. <3

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“I can’t believe it!” Sybil confessed as they exited the
churchyard together.

“I told you they’d come round. They love you.”

“Oh Tom, this is more than that. They’re accepting us.
Together. It means I can walk with you like this whenever I like and not have
that image of Papa sitting in the library disapproving of me lingering in my
head!” she told him, swinging their linked hands.

Tom chuckled. “Come on, let’s go and have lunch.”

They made their way to the Grantham Arms.

“Mr Branson” the innkeeper greeted, but then also noticed
Sybil. His posture immediately straightened a fraction more. “Lady Sybil, I
didn’t see you there. Welcome to the establishment.”

“Thank you” she replied with a smile, not letting go of Tom’s
hand. “We’ll take the table by the window.” The man stared after them, watching
incredulously as Tom pulled Sybil’s chair out for her, and the loving looks and
giggles they exchanged as she refused his gesture and sat down in the other
chair.  “You still have a lot to learn
about walking out with a Crawley sister, Mr Branson.”

“Not just any Crawley sister.  The most beautiful and most rebellious,
younger sister.”  The smile that spread
across Sybil’s face in response was so warm and adorable that Tom wanted
nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss her there, but the
proprietor had finally plucked up the courage to approach them.

“Can I get you both something to drink?”

“Yes, I’ll have a small glass of cider please, Tom?”

“Guinness, thank you.” He said, dismissing the man for
the time being and to stop him from glancing at Sybil.  “I suppose we’re going to have to get used to
that.”

“Maybe here. But in Dublin people won’t recognise me by
my title,” she paused, grinning across the table at Tom and leaning a little
closer, “then soon after I’ll be Mrs Branson, and that is a title I will insist
people use!”

“I love you.”

~X~

As they ate they spoke of Ireland.  Tom filled Sybil in on some of the details of
his family, including the names of his siblings, as well as the cousins she
would be likely to meet in Dublin.  They
spoke of the house they would have – with Sybil declaring that furniture should
just be able to move itself because then they could take what they needed from
the spare rooms at Downton Abbey, and not worry about it once they go to
Ireland.  Tom laughed.  Both at the absurdity of furniture magically
moving itself to another location, and the idea of having such fancy items in a
small flat in Dublin.  Sybil just pouted,
saying it would save them time, money and effort, but Tom soon had her giggling
with descriptions of his youngest cousins jumping on red, velvet sofas, in a
room hardly big enough for them.  Somehow
their conversation turned to Matthew, and turned more serious.  Where should he go and what should he do?  They both agreed that he needed a change of
scene, but nowhere seemed appropriate.
Eventually they settled the bill for their food and Sybil turned to Tom.

“It’s selfish of me to ask when you’re staying here, but
will you walk me home? It feels so nice to be walking out with you properly.”

“As you wish, milady” Tom responded with a cheeky grin.

“Oh Tom, stop it!” She playfully swatted his arm. As they
exited the building their hands automatically found each other’s, palm against
palm and their fingers intertwining.

“Are you still happy to go to Ripon tomorrow? What with
the family in mourning?”

“Yes. As sweet as she was, I never really knew Lavinia.
And there are a couple of things I need to buy before we leave and some places
I want to say goodbye to. The bookshop. Oh, and Madam Swan!” She giggled.

“Of course. Are you bringing your frock to Ireland?” Tom
asked, grinning at her.

“Which frock?” Sybil replied, confused.

“The blue one. With the harem pants.”

“Oh Golly, I’d forgotten about that!” She said with a
slight blush.  “Papa and Granny demanded
that I never wear it again, and then with the war I didn’t even think about
it.”

“I do,” Tom told her gently. “You look beautiful,
whatever you wear, but that one… it shows off your free spirit. I can still
picture you in the drawing room, showing it off to your family. I’ve never seen
anything so incredible.”

“Oh Tom.  Edith has
promised to help me pack up what I’m going to take with me this evening. I’ll
try and smuggle it in.  I’d invite you in
as well, but I’d better not push my luck too far with Papa.”

“Then I shall be a proper gentleman caller.” He brought
her hand up to his lips and placed a kiss on her knuckles, before playfully
bowing low.  “Until tomorrow, milady.”

“Oh no you don’t! You’ll jolly well kiss me properly. I’m
your fiancé now, Tom Branson, not some lass you are trying to woo.”  His hand was framing her face before she’d
even finished the sentence.  His lips
barely brushed hers before he pulled back and looked at her seriously.

“I thought you didn’t want to push your luck?”

“That’s their problem if they’re peeking out of the windows.”

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cassiemortmain:

150 days of Lady Sybil

Day 150

[The garage door closes…]

All screencaps from Jessica-BrownFindlay.com, all transcripts from Script Line

The Garage Door Closes…

Sybil gasped and moaned as the kiss deepened. His hand continued to cradle her face, caressing her cheek with reverent fingers, while his other arm, strong and muscular, wrapped around her body and pulled her even closer.  Sybil whimpered and went willingly, her body all but melting against his.  She found herself rising up on the tips of her toes in order to get closer, to taste more of his wonderful mouth. He was so much taller than he looked; Mary had once made a comment that was meant to be snide, in regards to Branson’s height, but pressed up against him as she was now, reaching for him with her hands grasping his shoulders, and weaving around his neck…he towered above her, and she needed to get closer, she wanted to get closer.

“Branson,” she gasped, when she felt his lips move down across her jaw.

“Say my name,” he groaned, his voice low and raspy.  “Please…” he all but begged.

Her cheeks flooded with even more heat (if that were possible) but she did as he asked. “Tom,” she moaned, her own lips eagerly returning kisses to his face, giggling to herself at the slight prickle of his “evening whiskers” on his chin. “Tom,” she moaned again.  “Tom–”

He cut her off from saying his name a fourth time, his lips once again hungrily returning to her own. Electric shocks of desire and excitement flowed through her as she once again tasted his tongue, and she opened her mouth even more, eager to receive him and learn more about the beauty and science that was kissing Tom Branson.

A muffled yelp of surprise escaped her lips as she suddenly felt her feet leave the ground completely, and then realized he had lifted her, his hands still gripping her waist to hold her steady, before settling her down atop the Renault.  She was now a few inches taller, and he was the one leaning up into her, seeking her lips still, her tongue. Instinct seemed to take over then, and despite the skirts that held her legs captive, Sybil did the “unthinkable”, and brought her left leg up to curl around his hip.

Tom groaned against her mouth and grasped her leg, holding her firmly to him. Encouraged, Sybil lifted her other leg, knowing this was truly shocking, that “well-bred young ladies” didn’t do such things, especially in a garage on top of her father’s car!  But well-bred young ladies weren’t supposed to fall in love with the family chauffeur and wish to runaway with him. And Sybil had always prided herself on marching to the beat of her own drummer…

A new sound escaped Tom’s throat, something between and groan of surprise and a growl of approval, as her legs wove around him, entrapping him, and drawing him even closer. A part of her couldn’t believe it herself, knowing that she was exposing herself to him a manner that was beyond “wanton”, but she had a feeling he didn’t mind, and if truth be told, she rather liked it!

“Oh God,” Sybil gasped as she felt one of his hands slide up from her hip to her waist before settling over her right breast. She arched her back, pushing herself even more into his hand.

“Sybil,” he groaned, his brow touching hers as his hand boldly squeezed her breast. She could feel her nipple responding, hardening against his palm, and then her mouth parted in a silent cry of pleasure as his thumb rubbed against the tip. “Tell me to stop,” he panted, his breath hot against her throat. He sounded as if he was begging her to do this, but at the same time, she could hear the need in his voice, the hope that she wouldn’t, and she didn’t want to. She wanted more.

So instead of pushing him away or telling him to stop, she chose instead to continue this bold new side of her (or rather, this side of her that had always existed and only till now, had been sleeping dormant) and momentarily released him long enough to reach behind her, tug at the fastenings of her dress, loosening it to the point that the straps drooped down her arms, leaving her chest completely exposed, save for her chemise and corset which had pushed her breasts up, and were rising and falling to her rapid breathing.

Tom stared, his eyes wide. If she weren’t suddenly feeling so self-conscious, she’d laugh at the fact that she had managed to shock him speechless. He looked up at her, his eyes searching hers, but she was already nodding her head. “I know what I said,” she whispered, recalling all too well the words she had murmured before they had kissed. “I said that because…because I know that’s what I was supposed to say,” she confessed.

He arched an eyebrow and that cheeky grin that she had come to love so dearly over the years began to spread . “And that’s changed now?”

She nodded her head. “Kissing you has changed many things,” she admitted, leaning forward and brushing her lips against his. “Please, Tom…please touch me.”

“Oh Sybil…” he groaned, and she could tell that his own chivalrous resolve that he was starting to crumble.

“I know what I’m asking,” she implored. “My brain isn’t addled, I’m not a girl of seventeen or eighteen anymore, I haven’t been for years. I have grown, and I know my mind, my heart, and I meant what I said–I will marry you, I do love you…” she could see his heart soaring in his eyes as she spoke the words, plain as day, and her own heart soared at the joy she saw. “I know I’m the last person who has a right to say this, but…I don’t want to wait another second longer.”

“Oh Sybil,” he murmured, his hand returning to her cheek and stroking the skin with loving fingers. “I told you I’d wait forever…those weren’t just words to me, I meant them…” he sighed and again brought his brow to hers. They both leaned against the other and Sybil felt a sharing of strength pass between them. “But God help me, I don’t want to wait another second longer either.”

And just like that, he was kissing her again and Sybil was clutching at his shoulders, tugging at his braces, clawing at his shirt, wanting to touch him, to feel him completely. A gasp escaped both of their throats as his body, hard and straining, pressed against her own. He rocked himself closer, rubbing himself against her, and she threw head back in utter bliss, her own hips responding to his actions.

Tom’s hands moved behind her body, tugged the laces at her corset until like her dress, it too was loose enough. His hands returned to her breasts and he pushed the corset and chemise away, freeing her at last for his hands and mouth, which wasted little time, his lips drawing her nipple into his mouth and sucking it tenderly, causing her to moan and fall back upon the Renault’s bonnet.

She writhed in the sweet pleasure as his lips moved back and forth between her breasts, kissing and licking and even nipping at the flesh. One hand hugged him to her chest, her fingers clutching and threading in his hair, while the other scratched at his shoulder, managing to feel hard muscled flesh beneath his shirt. Tom lifted himself and moved quickly, finishing what she had started, shrugging his waistcoat and braces off, while quickly undoing the buttons at his shirt. Sybil rose up to help him, and they were both gasping and giggling between heated kisses as their fingers tripped over each other, but finally, he was free of the garment, and Sybil was free to let her hands touch his flesh at long last.

He was even more handsome than she had imagined. Strong lines, broad shoulders, hard muscles; there was  mat of hair at the center of his chest, and she couldn’t resist the temptation to run her hands through it, smiling at the sound of his pleasured groan. He seized her mouth again, and their bodies crashed together, his gripping her hips, moving down to cup her backside and bring her to the edge of the car, his own body moving into that snug space between her legs.  Again, like before, he rubbed himself against her, and Sybil was in blissful heaven. She was hot and wet between her legs, her desire for him a fever-pitch. “Please,” she gasped against his mouth. “Please…”

He kissed her and swallowed her pleasured cry as she felt his fingers run over her knickers, pushing the fabric aside and running the tips of his fingers over her heated flesh. “Tom!” she cried, as he growled something in a language she didn’t recognize, but thought to be so beautiful.

He pushed a finger inside her, and her body immediately began moving with him, with the motions he made. God, it felt so good! She wanted more, she needed him, desperately. He added another finger and she bit her lip. “Too much?” she heard him ask.

“No,” she whimpered. “No, it’s good–oh God, don’t stop!” He was curling his fingers, brushing something inside her she had never felt but that was leaving her body reeling in pleasure!

“You’re so beautiful…” he groaned against her throat, kissing the skin as his fingers continued to thrust and move and make love to her. She was approaching a precipice, she could feel it, it was something she had felt before, in the shadows of her own room when she imagined him, but this was even better!  And then his fingers stroked that bud at the apex of her core, stroked and circled and it was too much, she began to tremble in the sweet pleasured shocks and she opened her mouth to cry out, but he was faster. His mouth was over hers, swallowing her scream, and his fingers were replaced by the feel of his freed erection, sinking into the trembling heat of her core.

Sybil gasped and clutched him tightly, and Tom stilled, panting and biting back groans as their bodies adjusted to this wonderful and strange sensation of being joined at last. “Sybil?” she heard him call, and she knew what he was going to ask.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she assured him, and it didn’t. Strange? Yes, she had never been aware how…”empty”…she had felt until his body was filling hers, but she didn’t regret the action, and she knew it could only feel better. “Tom…please…”

He nodded his head, and she could feel sweat dripping from his brow as with gritted teeth he started to move.

They both groaned anew, and Sybil wrapped her legs even tighter around him. “That’s good,” he gasped, and his hands cupped her backside, and she understood that he was showing her how to move, and she quickly followed the rhythm, her arms tightly enfolding him and clutching his body even closer to hers.

“I love you,” Sybil gasped into his ear as the rhythm increased.

Tom grunted the words back. “I love you…I love you…God, your so soft–you feel so good!”

“Yes,” Sybil moaned. “Don’t stop! Oh Tom, don’t stop!”

“Never,” he vowed, his lips clumsily finding hers and kissing her deeply as their bodies continued to move together, racing for completion but also wanting to savor every second.

“Sybil,” she heard him warn. She knew what he needed to do; they had already risked so much, they couldn’t afford risking even more, not until after they had told her family at the very least. His thrusts deepened, and he rolled his hips, and Sybil gasped as she felt his fingers once again rubbing her clit and she cried out as the pleasure suddenly took her and her body squeezed his. Tom cried out too, and only just managed to pull himself free in time.  He trembled and gripped the bonnet to keep himself steady, and Sybil sat up and held him close, both of them needing the other to keep from collapsing, as well as simply needing the other because now there two hearts were one.

“Oh Sybil,” he moaned, his head coming to rest on her chest. She wove her fingers in his hair and held him close.

“I have no regrets,” she whispered, needing him to hear that. He looked up at her, and she smiled down at him while stroking his face. “That was wonderful, and you have made me so happy.”

He smiled and leaned up to kiss her. “I believe you,” he whispered, and she was glad that he did. Just as he had told her he would wait forever and he meant it, so too was she telling the truth and not trying “stroke his ego”.

“It will be better next time, though.”

Sybil’s mouth fell open and she was prepared to argue that there was nothing wrong with how it had been, but he chuckled and kissed her lips before she could protest. “Only that it will be better on a bed,” he explained.

She blushed and nibbled her bottom lip. “I don’t know…” she looked down somewhat demurely, knowing the effect it had on him. “I must admit, I’m rather glad our first time together was as it was…” she wove her arms around him and drew him close. “I’ll certainly never look at a car the same way again.”

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Tom grinned, but he suddenly stopped walking, and she stopped with him. She turned to look at him, and she found the young elf looking at her with a lopsided smile. He was beautiful, his hair almost brown under the dim light, his eyes a dark shade of blue. There was something so innocent about him in that moment, something Sybil would never forget.

“May I ask you something?” he said, and once Sybil nodded, he continued his speech. “Would you marry me, Sybil, by winter solstice next year? They say there’s something so magical about the night – tonight – something that makes it impossible for anyone to ever forget the day. Would you marry me?”

“Tom, I… My parents would never approve,” she responded. Her hands moved to her waist where she played with her dress. She tugged at it nervously. Her body wanting to move towards him, to kiss him, to give herself to him, and she was trying to fight it.

“If this is solely about your parents, you know you can run away with me,” he assured her. “I’ve been through a lot of places, places I’m sure you’re dying to see. We can move away, with the fairies if you’d like. There’s a year left, please think about this. Please give me a chance. I promise to devote every waking minute to your happiness.”

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From “A Winter’s Tale” by @bleulily/bransonvevo

Happy Valentine’s Day, @gothamgirl28​!  Hope you enjoy this blog post of the story written especially for you. 🙂

All images not mine.  “Sybil as elf” manip by mounfuckingtains.