#lsl week

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HAPPY LadySybilLives week!!!

I often wondered: first, what would have happened if Cora didn't have her miscarriage and second, how Sybil started to hang out in the garage with Branson. Here is one of my takes on this with a mix of the two. This is my VERY belated gift for @cassiemortmain's birthday and VERY, VERY belated gift for @yankeecountess. And as I’m slow writer, I’m posting it for the LSL week. I hope you don’t mind girls. Thank you to @skinnycat77 for the beta. Thank you for reading. And reviewing (maybe, maybe not...)

THE FIRST MURMURS OF LOVE

Downton Abbey, July 1915

“Oh no, no, no… “ Sybil groaned loudly after one of the wheels on the landau refused to turned anymore. She took a look inside to see if the sudden stop woke the baby but he was still soundly asleep so she stepped aside to try and see what was wrong with the wheel. She was gone for more than an hour now and if she wasn’t back soon, her family would for sure send a search party on the estate. After lunch, and after being once again brushed off by her father when she asked questions about the war, she couldn’t stand it anymore. Being in this house with everybody stopping their conversation as she was near, trying to “preserve” her from what was happening in the world because she was the youngest, was slowly driving her mad. So she convinced her mother to let her have a stroll in the park with her little brother, but only after promising to bring him back in time to his nanny for his feeding.

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HAPPY SMUT WEEK-END 2015 !!!!

This is my contribution for the fandom. As I’m a slow writer, a BIG thank you to @skinnycat77 who beta this for me very quickly so I could post it in time. YOU rocks girl! Also thank you to @yankeecountess for the little push. I had the idea, time frame and all. But she gave me a little hint that sounded funny. So, here it is.  I hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know. And see you soon for the LSL week. x

In the heat of the night

The party was almost over as the newlyweds had just been sent off for their French honeymoon. Some people were still chatting, gathered around drinks, some others were dancing. Sybil was standing in the corner of the room, the ghost of a smile on her face. She was happy for Sir Anthony and her sister and satisfied to have completed her duty toward her sister: seeing her happy with the man she loved. She was leaning against the wall to rest her back.  The day had been busy and the weight of her belly was starting to catch up with her. She startled when she felt a hand on the small of her back but her smile grew quickly when she recognized the owner of the said hand. Tom leaned closer to her to whisper something into her ear.

"Have I ever told you that you look really lovely in this lilac dress? I wish I could get a quick peak at what you are wearing under it."

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