It's really a silly Idea from me where I got by catching a scene in season 3 Episode 1. As Matthew walked in together with Tom into the church, I noticed how O'Brien checked out Tom and thought maybe there is more to it. I'm doing this more to practice my writing skills in English and trying me in point of views from villains and heroes. So this story changes between the POV from O'Brien and Sybil. Please review and tell me what you think.

Desire

Chapter 1:

Sarah O'Brien Point of view:

Tap, tap, tap. For an endless moment, I didn't move. Her blue beady eyes stared at me in annoyance and were creeping a tight smile of satisfaction on my lips. I ran my fingertips back to the cup and let the taping sound vibrate thru my fingers again. Tap, tap, tap.

"Have you nothing else to do, Miss O'Brien?"

Anna's stern expression made me just smile wider at her for her sudden outburst, but I swallowed the laughter that was stuck in my throat to act back at the blonde.

"I am sorry! Did I disturb you while you're working?"

I tried to make an honest face to hide the mocking in my words, but I'm sure she wasn't buying it. This time she ignored it completely and were fixing her eyes back to her sewing work in her hands. It was so not proper for an housemaid to do the work of a Lady's maid! We were the only two people in the servant's hall, and I was bored to death. I had already done the changes on her Ladyship's dress, and the dressing gong wasn't going for another 3 hours. Everyone seemed busy twice today, just not me! Of course not, how could I, if she was stealing my work. I'm the Lady's maid around here and not her! Just because she is friendly with Lady Mary, Anna thinks she is something better now. My smile washed away with the sour taste in my mouth. Where was just Thomas today? He wasn't speaking to me since days. It wasn't my fault that his black market business went wrong, but he was certainly acting like it was. Now, that the war was over and he runs out of money, there was not much he could do or go, so where the hell was this little weasel?

"Miss O'Brien? Would you be so kind to go to the garage and tell Mr. Branson that his Lordship needs to order the motor until 4 o' clock pm? Billy seems to have caught the flu somehow, and I have no one other to ask!"

The housekeeper was standing suddenly in the doorway and frightened me half to death with her screeching voice.

"What? I'm not a hall boy or messenger! Why can't you send Anna or Daisy to do it?"

"Because Anna and Daisy are busy at the moment! Just do it, Miss O'Brien! You don't look too busy right now!"

Mrs. Hughes sounded annoyed, and even if I was totally against it, to being downgraded in this manner, I knew it wasn't really wise to fight the housekeeper on the subject.

"Fine, I will do it!"

"Thank you, Miss O'Brien!"

The old broom can go stuff her thank you to somewhere else! Isn't like she let me have a choice in the matter anyway.

As I reached the garage, I could already hear him tinkering away on the car somehow. My eyes searched for him as I peeked around the corner to overlook the area. I felt very uncomfortable about to bringing the chauffeur a message. He would probably mock me afterward for it. Well, he never actually had said much to me until now, but I'm sure if I gave him the right opportunity he would run and tell the others.

At first, I couldn't see him until I heard him cursing from under the car. He pulled himself out from under the Renault, fully covered with black oil over his face and shirt. The chauffeur reached after the cloth on his work table to remove the evidence from his face.

"Damn it, I had should put on my overall for it! It's totally ruined now!".

He pulled on his white shirt to look closer at the mess on it and pulled it out of his trousers. I swallowed hard as I saw it. It was too late to say something, but I couldn't bring myself to turn around either. He unbuttoned his black waistcoat and hung it over the chair in the corner. Then he walked over to the water bowl, put his hands in it and splashed himself a load of water in the face. The water was running down on his face, hair, and neck, soaking his oily shirt with it. I could already make out his muscles, poking out now visible under his wet shirt. His fingers moved to the buttons to open it. Slowly he released his well-formed chest from the sticky material. I couldn't move. I was totally drawn to his beauty and had to swallow the lump in my throat. He let the material slide from his body and hang the dirty shirt over the chair in the corner to his waistcoat. He still hadn't seen me, and I was afraid it could turning out awkward if I would make myself noticed now. So instead of leaving, I continued watching him. I didn't want to stare, but here he was now, standing shirtless and half naked in the garage and I couldn't take my eyes from him. What was just with me? I not even like him, so why am I starring. A very confusing feeling curled up in my stomach and jolt downwards in a particular area. Oh God, that couldn't be good! Totally confused about it, I turned on my heels and walked away.

I was back in the servant's hall, and to my luck, Anna and Mrs. Hughes were nowhere to see. I sunk down at the bench on the table and leaned my head on my hands. My breathing was still a little too fast, and my heart was racing in an uncomfortable, good way. The picture of the half naked chauffeur was still burned inside of my head. He was really good looking, I couldn't deny it.

"What's the matter with you?"

I looked up to see Thomas standing on the side staring at me.

"I'm starting to feel ill, I'm afraid."

"Let's hope it's not this Spanish flu who spreads around! It could end deadly!"

He was mocking me now, but I wasn't in the mood for his games.

"Are you fancy smoke?"

"I thought you feeling ill?"

"It's more mental, I'm afraid!"

"That doesn't sound new to me!"

I ignored this foreseeable comment on his side and walked outside fully knowing he would follow me anyway.

"So what is the matter?"

Thomas sounded now more concerned. I breathed in the soothing air of my cigarette and let it swap in into my lungs. It felt so good. My muscles relaxed at this and I was finally able to talk again.

"You will probably have a big laugh about it!"

"Try me, I could definitely need one after my failure!"

There was no risk in telling Thomas, he wouldn't give her away. Nobody liked him, and for that, I was really thankful today. That was the good part of our relationship, just we two against the rest. Our eyes met, and I knew I could trust him with it.

"I might have a little crush on the chauffeur!"

As the words left my mouth, I felt the embarrassment jolting thru my body. Thomas just stared at me with opened mouth for a second before his lips turned into a pout.

"I thought you didn't like him and isn't he a little young for you?"

"Yes, his constantly talking about politics annoys me really, but if he shut up he is kind of good looking!"

"Well, I would agree to that good looking part, but when does he ever shut up? I couldn't stand his steady on babbling about politics, women's rights, and Irish independents."

"Maybe he is so involved with it because he never met the right woman to distract him with. I never saw him with a girl!"

My spoken thought drew a satisfying feeling into my body. It was similar to the victories over manipulation but somehow different.

"I don't know, he seems not interested in anyone. He is always keeping him to himself. I just see him speaking with Lady Sybil all the time. Politics seems all that matter to him. But anyway, even if your right and he just didn't found the right person yet, what makes you think he would be interested in you?"

"Now you sound quite jealous!"

"Jealous of what? Your imagination?"

"Well no, but I thought maybe you could help me with it!"

"Help you seducing the chauffeur? Have you lost your mind?"

I breathed out a deep sigh. Couldn't Thomas just for once help me, instead of being so difficult. I could trick him into helping me. He still is falling for my games, even if he became quite the professional in it in this days. I made him what he is today, so he could at least be a little more understanding.

"Look, I don't ask you often after a favor, but please help me with it?"

"Fine, if it is so important to you, but I want something in return! You have to make sure that I can stay longer. Mr. Carson is on me about it until when I consider moving out!"

His lips were still in a pout, but his eyes had softened somehow and were shining with confidence again.

"That sounds after a task, but maybe I can talk her Ladyship into handling Mr. Carson!"

"That sounds after a task for you? What should I say, you want me to achieve one of the seven wonders of the world!"

I should be angry at him for his cheeks, but I was used to his ways. He would do what I want, and in return, I will make him stay. It was silly really, but I never felt such a desire in me.