Best-laid plan, bar the « laid » part

This is my own little participation to January 2014’s “Downton Monthly Prompt”. 1600 words. It will just be a one-shot (well, most probably… but maybe I’ll feel inspired later and will come back to it, I don’t know…)

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Yes, Thomas, you can do that! Come on, take heart!

He had his hands on her waist, was looking straight into her eyes… Courage!

Her head was raised, tilted back, and she was gazing upwards at him… gazing expectantly at him…

He could do that.

And he did. He bent his head, lowered his lips aiming at hers… and finally touched them with his, closing both the distance and his eyes.

Yes, better not look, better not see anything. Things would be easier with his eyes shut. That way, he could deceive himself. Nearly as much as he was deceiving her. Lire la suite

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Cheeky to cheeky

imageFandom: Downton Abbey
Genre : Romance, Humour, fluff
Characters: Sybil Crawley, Tom Branson
Synopsis: Sybil teaches Tom to dance. Or at least she tries to. Except it’s not really his thing… Set in Dublin, just a few days before Tom and Sybil’s wedding. Could be a missing scene between S2E08 and S2E09. Un-betaed. One-shot.
Requested by Magfreak, for a Christmas Secret Santa Fic Exchange. Her prompt was: Sybil teaches Tom to dance. A specific she wanted: some fluff

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“WHAT?!!”

Tom Branson’s exclamation rang out in his mother’s flat. “What do you mean, ‘you’ll have to ask my sisters for a dance’?”

He looked in disbelief at his fiancée. In disbelief, and with a hint of horror.

She held his gaze and didn’t blink. In fact, she even looked a bit amused.

“Of course” she simply answered. “They are the bride’s sisters. The groom must share a dance with each of his sisters-in-law. Especially as the bride’s mother and grandmothers won’t be there” she added doing her best to hide a sigh of sadness.

Tom missed that hint of blighted hope. His mind was elsewhere: thank God the dowager countess had politely turned down their wedding invitation, he suddenly thought and gave thanks for this to the Almighty. He just couldn’t imagine having to… with… Well, that was a moot point anyway. Lire la suite

Jeu de mains…

Univers : Downton Abbey
Genre : Humour, Romance, léger fluff
Personnages : Sibylle Crawley, Tom Branson, Anna Smith
Résumé : Dernièrement les vêtements sales de Lady Sibylle en disent long sur elle. Et sur Branson. Il parait que nul ne vous connait mieux que vos serviteurs. Sans doute parce qu’ils lavent votre linge sale, nettoient vos saletés et vident vos poubelles. One-shot.

Anna Smith, femme de ménage en chef à Downton Abbey, pensait qu’il ne lui revenait pas de porter un jugement sur les filles de la famille qu’elle servait.

Et comme elle était elle-même tombée amoureuse d’un homme pour lequel elle n’aurait déjà même pas dû avoir le début d’un béguin (bon sang, un homme plus vieux et marié !), elle ne s’autorisait pas non plus à juger monsieur Branson, son collègue de travail et chauffeur des Crawley.

Mais tout de même… se dit-elle tandis qu’elle ramassait le linge sale de Lady Sibylle pour le faire laver, je devrais lui dire de faire plus attention et d’être plus discrète : depuis qu’elles étaient rentrées de cette auberge où ses sœurs l’avaient retrouvées après une poursuite nocturne, Anna avait régulièrement trouvé des taches brunâtres qui faisaient furieusement penser à des traces de doigts sur les vêtements de Lady Sibylle.

En revanche leur taille n’évoquait pas les toutes petites mains de Lady Sibylle. Du tout. Lire la suite