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Disclaimer: Downton Abbey and its characters belong to Julian Fellowes.
He dried his face and hair with a white towel after a well deserved bath, a reward for a long day of work. When he had arrived home that night, Anna was already waiting for him with his bath water prepared and his night clothes neatly folded at the edge of their bed.
There was nothing better than coming home to his beautiful wife and to the comfort that she provided him in every way a man could ask, and even more. In the beginning of their life together in their cottage he would feel almost constrained whenever she did something for him, pointing out that her role as his wife was far from serving him, as some men believed, but every time she would shake her head and tell him she was more than happy to care for her husband, that she felt good spoiling him now and then, and that it wasn't fair if he was the one spoiling her all the time.
Now, John was more comfortable with it, and had come to expect some little treat every time he arrived home after her, and a good warm bath and a cup of tea was his favourite pampering.
Feeling the cold air against his skin he thought of the pajamas and robe that she had placed on the bed. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked towards their bedroom.
'Did you enjoy your bath?' she asked, looking at him through the mirror as she brushed her hair wearing only her thin night dress.
'Oh yes,' he replied, rather amused, running one hand through his wet hair. 'The water was just on point. I still can not understand how you manage that.'
'What?' Her eyes were locked on his body, as he slowly unfolded his clothes.
'To have it perfect just in time for my arrival. It's never too hot or too cold and that makes me wonder if your magical spells go beyond bewitching me,' he smiled at her through the mirror and noticed her mischievous eyes dancing as he moved. 'What is going on in that racy mind of yours, Mrs Bates?'
Anna giggled to herself and placed the brush on her vanity, turning to face him in her chair.
'You are ever so handsome…' she bit her lower lip and he looked down shyly, shaking his head. 'But! You look even more handsome without any clothes on.'
'Oh…do I?' he sat on the bed, focusing on her, forgetting all about his clothes and his cold skin. 'Do I really now?'
'You do,' she nodded as her thoughts ran wild in her mind.
'Well then…Mrs Bates, I shan't put any clothes on.'
'Won't you freeze?' she moved her chair closer to him.
'It will be for a good cause,' he winked.
Anna scooted her chair even closer until their legs touched and she shivered at that simple but so wonderful contact. Biting her lower lip again she placed her hand on his thigh and caressed it over the rough like hair she found there.
'You have beautiful legs, Mr Bates,' she whispered seductively. The feeling of her motions sending electric jolts through her spine.
'You are ever the temptress, aren't you?' Once, John was unsure whenever she complimented his looks, thinking that the scar on his knee was enough to put her off, but now, he took seriously every word of praise she had for him.
Her daring hand touched him a bit higher, moving the towel out of her way, and she couldn't help but grin, pleased with herself when she saw his desire beginning to burn against the white material.
'Are you complaining?' she teased as she leaned forward to kiss his lips, but before he could deepen it any further she backed away from him with a playful smile.
'You naughty girl,' he whispered between deep breaths as her hand trailed dangerously close to his crotch.
His hands failed to remain still with all the heavenly stimulation, and he rested both on her soft legs and squeezing her tender skin gently he began to draw lazy circles against her thighs with his thumbs. He smiled to himself when she moaned at his ministrations.
Trying his luck, he dared again, and dragged his hands up to her waist and then her breasts, caressing each with such care and devotion, and Anna couldn't help but arch towards him, begging him to touch her more.
But Anna Bates wasn't as strong as she seemed, and she knew that when he started touching her in such ways, it wouldn't be long until she lost all control and wanted more of him. All of him. And proving herself right, she removed the towel fully from around his waist and he was bare before her, his growing desire pulsing against the air, pleading for a touch of her hands.
He saw the raw lust in her eyes as she admired him and his need for her became almost unbearable, making him cry her name as an holy prayer.
'Anna…' he breathed between his teeth, and before he could say anything else he felt her hand cupping him, just the way she knew he loved. 'Christ.'
'Are you suddenly religious?' she giggled, feeling in herself her undying need of him as well, as she moved her hand up and down his hard length.
'You know…' he tried to make sense, but his thoughts were pulled back to the wonderful softness of her hands around him. 'I am…for you.' He kissed her then, unable to control his emotions any further and she allowed him gladly to run his tongue along her lips until he demand more of her taste.
Then they tasted each other as their tongues worked together, building their excitement to a dangerous level while she massaged him, loving the heavy feeling of his hot length in her small hand. She knew it would give him extra pleasure if she used both hands, to take a better hold of him, the way he loved to be touched fully, without an inch of skin forgotten.
And she did so, as he moaned in her ear, whispering words of lust and passion in a low and hoarse voice and she couldn't keep the wicked grin from her face as she saw his own face crumble before her; her desire soaking through the fabric of her underwear.
Anna loved to watch him like this, in the whole glory of his pleasure, begging her for more than touches, begging her for her own self, for her whole body against his, and he made his point by pulling her to him as close as possible.
'Take it off,' he demanded as he grasped at the hems of her nightdress. 'Anna, please…'
His voice begging for the mercy of her pale skin against his own, and Anna was more than ready, more than willing to do as he asked. She stood from her chair slowly, taking the time to tease him, and he told her he would die if she kept doing so. They laughed for a moment and she dragged her hands down her body to the edge of her gown, pulling at it, indeed trying him as much as she could.
Unable to resist and to control his own body, he took his hardness in his hand, trying his best not to come undone but not being able to stop as the thoughts of her exquisite warmth around him ran wild in his mind. Even more slowly now, Anna lifted the dress from her body, locking her eyes with his in one moment and watching him attentively the other, and John had to tighten his grip around his burning length when she let the gown dropped to the floor.
'Come here,' he muttered while touching her where she needed him the most, unsure if his voice was strong enough to be heard. But that didn't matter now, because she wanted the same and she would have straddled him even if he didn't tell her to.
'Better now?' she asked, as his hands came to rest on her buttocks, squeezing it softly as he pulled her close to him.
'Oh yes,' he said before kissing her fiercely, leaving both breathless.
Feeling his desire pulsing against her thigh, she let herself tease him just a little more, rubbing her wet centre against him. Then, without any warning, she rose just enough and slided down on him, making John cry out in intense pleasure.
He held her in place for a moment, afraid he would be undone before they had the time to start.
'You feel so good, Anna. So good, it hurts.'
'I know,' she sighed, running her hands through his still damp hair and kissing his lips languidly.
John began to move then, slowly at first, but as Anna's moans increased and when she started to dig her nails into his back he knew that all she wanted was more, everything he could give her, so he placed his arms under her legs and thrusted into her, making her tremble from head to toe and cry out his name over and over again, and he knew he was doing a brilliant job when she brought one hand down to her body and the other to her breast.
'Oh John!' she breathed. 'Don't stop,' she cried, begging, almost sobbing as his thrusts became more erratic and harder against her and he promised he wouldn't stop until she reached her end.
The marvellous feeling of her body tightening against his throbbing penis was making it difficult to grant her demands, though he tried his best to wait for her, hoping they could find their ends together, as they often did.
He was rewarded with the sweetest of ecstasies, as they both cried out each other's names in the ultimate bliss of joined spirits, bodies and pleasure, and John took the opportunity for a few last thrusts before falling back onto bed, pulling Anna with him.
They remained in that position a little while longer, enjoying the feel of their flaccid, boneless bodies cooling off in the chill air of their room. There was a moment of silence as they tried to regain their normal breathing.
'From now on…' he spoke between breaths, as she rested above him. 'I shall take my clothes off as soon as I step in the front door.'
There laughter filled the room, followed by the sound of tender kisses and passionate words. And when they put their heads on their pillows and covered themselves with their comfy quilt, they fell sound asleep, just as soon as their bodies found each other once again.