Author's note: I had this little plot bunny in my head for a long time and finally I decided to write it down and share it with you. Do not take it too seriously. Enjoy!
What all men want
They had spent all night together. It had been a wonderful night, full of love and tenderness and even passion. Exhausted but utterly contented she had fallen asleep in his arms, her head on his chest. It had been an experience she could get used to. She truly would get used to it. The morning after, he had asked her again to marry him. This time, she had accepted him at once and assured him that nothing and nobody could make her change her mind, not even his disapproving sons.
After a large breakfast, he finally took his leave. His hand in her hand, she walked him to the gate. She did not care what people might say or gossip about. Now, she was very brave. She even dared to give him a light kiss as they stood in front of the gate to Crawley House. She felt too happy to care. It was Sunday and very early in the morning. Sunday service would start in about two hours and decent people were still with their loved once.
Her kiss took him by surprise but he savoured it, laughed and kissed her back. Both of them were too preoccupied to notice the car driving by. The person inside did not believe her eyes. She had to blink twice but then, as she had realized what she believed to see was indeed true, a large, almost devilish grin flitted across her face.
In the afternoon of the same day, Isobel Crawley paid the Dowager Lady Grantham a visit. She had been invited for tea. She was glad of the distraction. Almost all day she had reviewed last night's events and she was still very much in a state of confusion. Last evening had started as a simple night out at the Theatre Royal in York. Afterwards, Lord Merton had driven her home and she had invited him in for a nightcap. They had talked so carefree about all things that neither of them had realized that it was way past midnight. At this late hour she had got already very tipsy. She had even given him an innocent goodnight kiss. But then one thing had led to another…
When the car finally had stopped at the Dower House, Isobel was broken in on her thoughts. Her cheeks were read and her eyes were shining. She inhaled deeply to cool her nerves before she followed Spratt through the door.
The Dowager Countess awaited her in her sitting room. Violet greeted her warmly and without the usual witty comment that Isobel became suspicious. But everything seemed to be fine. They drank their tea and enjoyed a piece of cake together, chatting about various things. But then suddenly, Violet asked out of the blue if Isobel had enjoyed the evening with Lord Merton.
"Yes, the play we went to was very good. We enjoyed it very much" Isobel replied.
"Only the play?"
"Whatever do you mean?" Isobel asked confused.
"Well, you see, this morning as I drove past Crawley House, I got the impression, both of you had not only enjoyed the play together."
Isobel was too embarrassed to reply anything. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks and closed her eyes for a moment.
"Do you recollect our conversation some time ago about what all men want?" Violet fluted. "I assume you did not offer him only companionship?"
The end.
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