Secret Kisses
I don't own Upstairs, Downstairs, or anything else in this story.
"Give us a kiss, Rose," Thomas said, sitting sprawled in a chair in the darkened kitchen.
"Oh, I couldn't!" she exclaimed, "it wouldn't be right."
"Who's to care?" he asked her, grabbing her hand as she passed in front of him. He pulled her into his lap. "Come on, Rose."
"She couldn't resist him any longer; bending down, she let her lips brush gently against his.
She'd been kissed before, not often, but enough to know what to expect. But kissing Thomas was so different, and far better, than kissing any other man. His lips were soft yet demanding, and his tongue gently tickled her lips. She opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss, as he pulled her closer to him. He let his hands wander, one hand taking out her hairpins, allowing the brown locks to tumble down her shoulders, while his other arm wrapped itself around her slender waist, pulling her closer. She shivered as the kiss went on, frissons of pleasure rippling though her body. Oh, it was wrong to kiss him, but it felt so right!
Unfortunately, the kiss had to be broken and Rose sighed in disappointment – she hadn't ever wanted it to end. But now that it had, she knew it couldn't happen again, and she told him so.
"Why not?" he asked her.
"We're servants – we can't be having a... well, a romance!"
"I can't see why not," Thomas said, "servants are people, too."
"But if Miss Lizzie – Mistress Kirbridge – ever found out, we'd be sacked!"
"Then we won't let her find out," Thomas said, silencing her protests with another kiss.