Author's note -

My very first S/T fic! Story inspired by my wondering if Sybil and Tom ever had a honeymoon...


Rock of the Seals

The wind crashing into the shore sends her hair whipping across her face. Sybil laughs joyfully, struggling to stand up straight as they look out to sea. She and Tom have come for a few days' holiday in the West of Ireland and are staying in a cottage owned by one of Tom's cousins, just outside the village of Roundstone in Connemara.

A few white clouds are racing across the sky and they can see the heads of some inquisitive grey seals bobbing up out of the grey-blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

"What a beautiful place this is, Tom. I never knew you had relatives over on the West Coast."

"We Bransons turn up in all kinds of surprising places, my darling. You've never really seen the wild, Gaelic part of Ireland before so I wanted to share it with you."

She tightens her arm in his – "I'm so pleased we were able to come. What'll we do while we're here?"

His blue eyes glint at her – "Well, there are lots of beautiful walks and we could go out to visit the Aran Islands if you like. I did have some more indoor activities in mind, though… it is our honeymoon, after all!"

She smiles and puts her arms up around her husband's neck to kiss him sweetly.

"You know me so well, love… a bit of everything I fancy sounds perfect! Maybe we should start that part of our trip right now… I think I need a lie down after our long train ride and all this fresh air…"


A/N -

I may come back to this one for the next part of their honeymoon one day... :)