A/N: Just popping my head out of hibernation with this short thing. I didn't want to publish it at first, but the tumblr-Coberts encouraged me to do it anyway. Thank you guys. You're an amazing bunch of people. Sorry for the crappy writing though, I wrote it in a hurry in one of those insomnia-nights ;) But enough talk, enjoy...
Oh, and the usual disclaimer: I don't own anything Downton-related, but my fantasy...
The walls of Downton were thin. Thinner than Cora remembered when she woke suddenly to curiously strangled noises coming from Robert's dressing-room. It was the middle of the night, it was almost completely dark and no sound could be heard, apart from the strange noises next door. But Robert had gone to York on business for 3 days and was expected back the next day.
She hold her breath and listened intently.
Perhaps it was a mouse or another animal? But no, it sounded more like intense breathing. And in between she thought she heard the low moans of a male voice.
Perhaps it was a burglar? For a moment, Cora was frightened. But no, it couldn't be. It didn't sound like there was someone rummaging around, searching for things.
It sounded like... it sounded like... oh good God, it sounded like someone doing the unspeakable thing. What you did at night, when you were feeling very, very lonely. What, of course, no one ever did. In Robert's dressing-room? In Robert's dressing-room! What in God's name was going on?
Without thinking any further, Cora hopped out of bed and went straight for the door that joined their rooms. Just before her hand touched the handle though, she heard the stranger speak her name. It was one drawn out husky breath and slowly it dawned on her. There was no stranger abusing Robert's dressing-room for unspeakable things. It was Robert himself.
Very cautiously Cora opened the door and peered through the small gap and truly, there he was, lying on his bed, stark naked and very obviously approaching a self induced release. And very rapidly so. His eyes were closed, his breathing getting more and more ragged by the second and his voice was rasping her name. Again and again and again while he was stroking himself with growing urgency.
Cora would have never in her life admitted it, but she found herself amazed by the sight of her husband so blatantly fantasizing about her. She had never seen a thing like that in her life. And most likely would never see it again. And it aroused her in a way she hadn't thought possible. It was so excitingly different from what Robert usually did when they were together, that she found herself rooted to the spot, unable to move and unable to look away.
When his body stiffened and his seed spilled over his hand and onto his stomach, him reaching his climax with her name on his lips, Cora let out an involuntary gasp. It was one of the most beautiful things, Cora Crawley had ever witnessed.
Slowly, but with determination, she entered the room, his sanctuary, and when she audibly closed the door behind her, Robert's eyes flew open in shock.
"Oh my God, how long have you been there," he asked, embarrassment clearly written all over his face, his eyes flickering from her to the mess on his stomach and back to her.
"Long enough," she smiled.