I literally just wrote this…But I am fine with posting it because it’s been in my head for so long so it’s been mentally revised. LOL? Is that a thing. Here’s the first little bit. The only part put to paper. I am going to try my HARDEST to get you the full chapter this weekend. Starting is always the hardest so I think I can do it. Also there are probs grammatical mistakes because it is late and also there will also probably be revisions and additions to the real chapter 41. This is truly just a gift, as I wrote, to you for your patience.
Chapter Forty One
Matthew’s only just home from work–Molesley reminding him that he’s off to help his ill father and Matthew’s mother is at the hospital working on something with Clarkson–when someone knocks on the door. Matthew is pleasantly surprised to find that it’s Mary, though this is an understatement. After several days seeing very little of one another due to her father, to find her at his doorstep with no one else in the house is a godsend. She looks lovely in a simple blouse and skirt, cheeks pink from the walk over. His clothes feel too tight. He’s afraid he might be blushing. Though they’s been alone plenty–particularly in Ireland–this is the first time she’s been to Crawley House as his intended and the timing…It’s all too delicious.
Once she is inside, he touches her waist and draws her near with both hands. She doesn’t stop him as their bodies brush. There is a new kind of trust growing between them and yet even so, propriety dictates she place a hand on his chest, near his loudly beating heart, just before his mouth descends on hers. She knows him and he is sure she knows he intends to kiss her as a lover, not as a fiancé.
“You mother,” she whispers, their lips practically touching.
“She isn’t home,” he replies.
“Molesley?” She breathes rather heavily now, her breasts rising and falling against his chest.
“Gone for the evening,” he informs her, leaning his body closer to hers. A lovely flush begins at her neck. There is a shyness here too since it has been so long since they’ve been together in the way they are about to be and of course, this will be different because now they are getting married when before she swore this day would never come.
“I came to tell you that I have to…” she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, as his hands caress her hips. Somewhere in the farthest recess of his brain, he hears her but then he murmuring, his lips against her ear.
“Do you know how long it’s been?”
She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes even more tightly shut.
“Liverpool.” She shivers as the lowness of his voice vibrates against her ear. “Ages and ages ago.”
“Maybe we should…” she begins but then her hands slide into his his hair before she kisses him, not as a fiancé, but as lover. Everything goes soft and hazy, slow moving. “Ages and ages,” she whispers into his mouth.
Believe me this chapter will not be all lurve making…although, obviously we know where this section of the chapter will be leading. But anyway, thank you for your patience as always. Oh, and I might have started a mini Sybil and Tom fic but I am not posting until AGYK is done which should be in five to ten chapters. Have I been saying that for awhile? Oh vay. Just trying to tell their whole and complete story. Appreciate your thoughts on this first bit. My apologies if you have to read the previous chapter because it has been “ages and ages” as M/M say here.