So this is my attempt at a crack-y pwp. Inspired by the imagineyourotp blog on tumblr. The post had you imagind person A discover person B masturbating. My mind ran off with this premise. This is the first part of three. Enjoy!
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Anthony Strallan startled awake. Gasping for breath, he shot up, heart hammering. This was the third night he woke up thusly, with a tent in his sheets and Edith's name on his lips. He groaned at the sight, flopping back down on the bed and rubbing his face in frustration. This business trip was a mistake, but booking a suite together with the object of his dreams was an even bigger one. The thought that Edith was separated from him by a measly shared bathroom tortured him.
He was getting too old for this. He hadn't had trouble like this since he was a very young man. It was embarrassing.
He tried to will it away, a number of horrible images flashed through his mind, but it was all useless.
He angrily stared at the problem that would not go away and muttered one word in a soft growl,
"Traitor!"
There was only one thing to be done, he realized. A shower, preferably one on the arctic side of things.
Getting out of bed, he groaned at the time. The glowing red 12:45 mocked him and his lack of sleep. Huffing in frustration, he grabbed his robe where it was hanging on the back of the closet and headed for the bathroom.
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Edith Crawley let out a sigh of frustration as she sank down into the warm water of the bath. She knew it was a mistake to come on this trip. She was torturing herself, being so close to the man she desired, nay, loved. She wanted her boss, how typically clichéd of her.
She was angry with herself. After her break-up with Michael, she had sworn off men altogether. All that went out the window the day she walked into the office to meet the new CEO of the company. She was a goner fifteen minutes into their first meeting. Although, she mused, it's not like anyone could argue that Anthony wasn't attractive. His eyes featured fairly often in her dreams.
Which is how she found herself in the claw-footed tub of their shared suite, late into the night, trying to ignore the urge to march into his suite and confess everything and jump him.
Trying to clear her mind of these thoughts, Edith dunked her head under the water.
She missed the door on Anthony's side open.
When she emerged, she was stunned into silence as she witnessed her boss strip himself of his robe and briefs, somewhat angrily, and get into the shower.
If someone were to look into Edith's mind at this particular moment, all they would be able to see hear would be static and white noise. She could not comprehend what see was seeing. Her jaw was hanging open at the sight of his nudity.
She didn't know how long she stared, but her trance was broken as she noticed his hand make its way to his rather prominent member and start to stroke. She blushed and turned away, embarrassed to have caught him in such a compromising position. Although, she was staring to realise her own position left much to be desired. He was obviously unaware of her presence in the bathtub, but that could change. If she could sneak out somehow, he'd never have to know…
She was confident in her plan, and rose out of the tub. If only see could get her robe which she had stupidly thrown to the floor instead of hanging it up on the hook besides the bath. In her mind she repeated one thing over and over again,
"Please don't turn around. Please don't turn around. Please don't turn around…"
Unfortunately, luck was not on her side.
