Hi guys- this is my first fanfic, so I'm not sure how it will go down with all the other amazingness on this website- so please be nice! Hope you enjoy reading! This is a Sybil and Branson fanfic set after 2x05.

As I walked out of the garage, my legs shaking, I could feel his gaze on me, watching my movement, making sure that I wouldn't suddenly turn around and run back to him. My cheeks were hot, maybe from embarrassment, but mostly guilt, as I could tell I had made him believe I was about to kiss him. I couldn't stop myself from leaning forward, getting lost in his beautiful eyes. I could feel his breath on my face. I don't know what suddenly made me stop and exit the garage. But I didn't feel good about leaving him, that I knew.

I was silent at dinner. I couldn't stop thinking about him, about what he was doing right now, what he was thinking, if he was thinking about me. I couldn't stop picturing his face as I had turned away from him. The feeling of guilt was still deep in my stomach. I decided, as we moved to the drawing room, that it was too much- I needed to see him, to apologise, and I had to do it tonight. I excused myself with a headache, and left the house as quietly as possible.

I was relieved when I saw that his cottage light was on. I quickened my pace, the urge to see his face getting stronger. I knocked softly, twice on the door- and suddenly, there he was, standing there, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow, his waistcoat gone, and his hair messed up. I liked the way he looked- it seemed less formal. I felt I could be myself, and he himself.

'Mi'lady, what can I do for you?' he said, surprised at seeing me at this late hour.

'Actually, I came to apologise. For earlier- I know that I upset you, and I kno-'

'It's ok Mi'lady- I understand,' he said.

'Don't call me that. Not now, not when we're talking like this. There is no need for it in these circumstances,' I asked. 'It was wrong,' I continued, 'I should have stopped myself from doing what I did.'

'Sybil,' he said. Thank God that he used my first name. He realised that the door was still open, so he gestured for me to come in. I took a couple of steps in and turned to face him as he quietly shut the door. He looked at me and continued, 'I already said, I understand. Yes, I did have a second of hope, but I know why you walked away. You were just worried- about what may have happened, what it would have led to. I will not pressure you any further into a decision. The choice is now yours.'

I thought about his words for a moment. His voice was so beautiful- I imagined hearing that voice every day, being with him every day, and seeing his blue eyes every day. I smiled- maybe I needed to think about this from a different perspective than what problems it would cause- what about the happiness it could bring?

'Sybil- Are you ok?' his Irish accent brought me quickly back to the present.

'Yes, yes I'm fine. Sorry. It's just... I was thinking about my decision a different way- from your point of view, and from a positive point of view. Maybe I have been thinking only of the problems it could bring, but not the joy.' I took a step towards him. He looked into my eyes, right through to my soul. I knew then what I wanted.

I put my hands on his shoulders, tilted my head, and pressed my lips to his softly. I could feel his surprise at my action, but nevertheless, he started to kiss me back. I was vaguely aware of one of his hands slowly coming round to the small of my back, pressing me very slightly towards him. His other hand was just lightly holding the side of my waist. It was like a dream, a dream I couldn't believe was happening- but it felt amazing that is was.

I pulled back, to see him looking a little dazed, but happiness swam in his eyes. I noticed that one of my hands had moved to the side of his neck, my fingers just touching the edge of his hairline behind his ear. I smiled back at him, quite certain now on my decision.

'Say something,' I whispered, my face still rather close to his, so close I could feel his sweet breathe against my face.

'I can't think of anything adequate to say mi- Sybil,' he corrected himself. 'Except,' he continued, 'that if that was to happen again, I would only let it if you gave me a decision now- I can't let this go any further without knowing your choice.'

'I thought you would have been more certain... Tom,' I breathed his first name- it sounded strange- Branson had almost become his real name for everyone. It sounded amazing that I was one of the few that could call him that.

'But I know what I want,' I said, taking a small step back, walking nearer the door. His eyes didn't move away from me- he was watching, waiting for any signs that this was, or was not going to happen. But I was teasing him. I stood stone still. 'I choose to be with you Tom. I have denied my feelings for you for too long- I have been very unfair to you. And I'm sorry for that. But I wanted to be absolutely sure. So now you know my decision.'

He took a step towards me, and put a strand of hair behind my ear. 'I'm so glad,' he grinned at me. I slowly moved my eyes up to meet his, and looked into their glimmering blue colour as deeply as I could. There were no more words that could describe what I felt for him. But words are not always needed.

Thanks for reading everyone! Chapter 2 up soon! Reviews much appreciated!