Hello, fellow Anna/Bates fans! Because I love this couple to bits, I think their actors are superb and their story is brilliant writing and just that I am very mushy when it comes to all romantic period drama, I had to write some happy, 'things we didn't see' scenes, or short AU 'What if's'. They won't be very in-depth, mostly fluff, but we will see how it goes. They latest episodes were great, but Fellowes seems to think a happy Mr and Mrs Bates isn't worth dedicating a show to. Only complaint ;) I hope you enjoy this very short one to start.( In the show )
"You being in this room," Mr Bates said slowly stepping toward her with a confident smile, "is enough to make it nice."
Anna ducked her head a little, her own smile lighting up her face. She giggled as her husband dramatically pulled the sheet she was holding from her grasp and threw it away.
A low, "Come here," melted her a little before he pulled her in for a kiss.
They both went to sit on the sofa, but landed and parted with a thump as they broke the wooden support in the dilapidated piece of furniture. They looked at each other and burst out laughing, his arm still around her and his reverence still clear.
They slowly fell silent as the remnants of their amusement faded, but their smiles remained as their eyes locked.
"I mean it," he said earnestly, "You are here, you are my wife, and this is our cottage. That is about as nice as anything can be... Mrs Bates." With his words he leaned in, until the last address was spoken as his lips brushed hers.
She put her hands on his shoulders, the still gloved tips of her fingers brushing his neck as he pressed his lips to hers languidly, almost lazy with their slow movement. It had occurred to him that the intense, ardent or shy chaste nature of the majority of kisses in their relationship was no longer necessary; they were married, had a house all to themselves, and no matter its condition, it was theirs. No more sneaking or worries of separation, late night conversations wouldn't take place on crates in a cold courtyard, but in their living room, or their bed.
With that logical thought process ceased as he unconsciously deepened the kiss, dropping his cane with a clatter to put his other hand around her waist, pushing her back slightly.
Anna responded with an enthusiasm which matched his, movement for movement. Similar thoughts had been climbing to the surface ever since he had kissed her upon his release, and had been niggling away at her every time they had been alone since his return. It hadn't really been too consuming though, she had been too busy marvelling being in his presence, his wife, but now they were alone, the most completely alone and private they had been in an extraordinarily long time. Prison visits were bittersweet with no touch, a guard or two lurking next to them at all times, and even before that they were never in a place with no chance of someone interrupting them, not at Downton.
Well, that isn't strictly true, is it Mrs Bates, she thought coyly to herself, the direction of her contemplation causing her to smile under his lips. There was one night...
Thanks for reading. I really want to ideally turn this into a request based series, because I will run out of ideas otherwise. Is there any scenes they cut off you would like to see the end of, or things we did see which you wish had ended in a fluffier way? Tell me! :)