Rating: Highish T.

Episode 3-Extended scene from the conversation in which Cora sits on the chaise longue, and Robert totally ignores her. Enjoy!


Cora climbs with vague annoyance but perfect grace from her perch upon the chaise longue and heads for the bed Robert has just occupied. Why, oh why, when's she was laid so delicately upon the seat did he not come and kiss me, she wonders, it used to be his first thought when he saw me reclined in such a way. Perhaps Dame Nellie distracted him, she muses.

"It helped that as well as you and Dame Nellie having the similar interest of wine, she was beautiful." Robert watches as she walks in a determined fashion towards the bed, so far, so good he thinks. He knows she is angry that he did not make a move on her straight away and that will mean much delight for him, it's no lie that he always enjoys teasing her. Equally he finds her even more amourous than usual when she doesn't get what she wants, and he knows she will do anything to get it, for her next move Robert is certain she's going to interrogate him. As she pulls the covers up over her legs, he reaches forward and removes a stray curl of hair tucking it behind her ear. He stares into her twinkling eyes and removes his hand, knowing that the action has no doubt quickened her heart slightly.

"Perhaps she was. But I didn't notice. You see I only see beauty when it comes in the form of my gorgeous wife." Cora's cheeks grow hot, damn she mutters, he's seen right through me and now has me soaking up his every word. She knows now there's nothing she can do, she will reach the outcome she desires most, by dissolving her annoyance and playing with him.

"Don't make me blush."

"I like it when you blush. The colour in your cheeks makes you even more gorgeous then usual." Robert, Cora knows is a strange man with his feelings, he keeps them all curled up inside and then sometimes, like tonight they all coming bursting through the flood gates. She rolls her eyes at his obvious seduction techniques but leans over and kisses him. He gives her what she wants for a few moments, kissing her deeply and allowing her tongue to trace patterns with his, when her hands reach forward and undo a button on his shirt he knows he has to stop now or he'll be gone, quite gone. When he pulls away he's unsurprised that she keeps her hands where they were, she runs her hands in excessively tempting circles over his chest and every so often undoes another button, he tries to ignore the delightful sensations and continue distracting her. "In fact, come to think of it, I don't think I've ever met a woman more beautiful than you, I don't think such a woman exists."

She resists the urge to role her eyes and allows him to pull her by the waist to lie flush against him. She captures his lips before he can stop her, and begins where they left off a moment ago. She works more quickly this time, determined to ensnarl him. His shirt is gone in seconds and she feels him tug at her nightdress, a little too hard if she's honest. When it had arrived she had looked worrying at the flimsiness of the garment. Her dressmaker had given Cora excessively odd looks when it came to the amounts of nightwear she seemed to go through. She traces her hands over his torso, relishing in the feel of his chest hair tickling her fingers. Just to tease him, annoy him, she breaks her lips from his, and rolling away from him, her hand outstretched in front of her keeping him away she looks him over, trying to ignore the deep, desire filled dark orbs his eyes have become.

"You are so handsome, and you don't even now it. The number of women that drop hints to me at various social things I attend about whether I think you might be interesting in them, over the years I've lost count." Robert chuckles at her obvious over exaggeration, taking the hand she placed on his chest and places kisses all the way up it. When he reaches her shoulder and then her neck he feels her relax beside him, a small sigh of pleasure whistling through her lips.

"And what do you tell these women?"

"Just that I believe you to have a lady already." He chuckles against her skin, only causing Cora to sigh again, she's well aware she's quickly losing control of herself.

"You are so modest." She ignores the compliment as her thoughts are taken by the hand that's pulled her nightgown to her waist, it now slips slowly underneath and she feels him tug at her undergarments before abandoning them to massage her breasts. "You know, you being so accepting of my touches makes it so easy for me to please you." His lips kiss patterns on her neck and she's aware that the hot circles drift closer and closer to her lips.

"What about you? My touch undoes you as well. Everyone thinks you're as stone faced as Mary, but I know that's not true. You're a true romantic when you feel like it. I'm just one of the few that knows." He pauses at her lips and looks into her twinkling eyes. His hands still on her body and he rolls her slowly to lie on her back, straddling over her, he leans to capture her lips.

"Not one of the few. The only one Cora. Always my only one."