Sarah O'Brien was walking up the stairs towards her mistress's bedroom. She had been snoring with her head on the table until very recently, when Mrs Hughes woke her up and yelled at her that she was supposed to be dressing her ladyship for dinner. She felt tired and rather annoyed; her ladyship had been whining all day about how her headaches just got worse and worse and it had given Sarah quite the headache, too. On top of that Thomas had been unbearably unfriendly recently and she couldn't understand why. When Sarah had made it to the door leading to the countess's bedroom she got abruptly woken from her thoughts when a loud moan reached her ears. She stopped momentarily, hand on the doorknob, just to make sure she had heard right. Indeed she had. The moaning continued and it undoubtedly came from her ladyships's bedroom. Sarah felt herself blush. She couldn't help herself when she leaned in and placed her ear on the cool wooden door. From inside she heard grunts and moans and bodies tangling with sheets.

"Oh god, Cora.."

She heard his lordship grunt and her ladyship responded by moaning even louder when her husband did something Sarah assumed was extra pleasurable. For a moment she felt rather angry. Her ladyship knew she, her maid, would be around at this hour to dress her. Couldn't she had waited a few more hours .. ?

Apparently not, for as it seemed the countess was in great need of whatever it was her husband was doing to her. Sarah couldn't believe the noises the woman was making. Was she usually this loud? That couldn't be, for if that was the case, surely someone downstairs would've heard this before? Sarah was sure this would be a hot topic around the dining table if it had been common knowledge.

"Mmm, darling, right there.. God, Robert, there.. Yes..."

This was getting ridiculous. What time was it? Both of them would be late for dinner, that she was certain of. However, Sarah couldn't deny that the mewling noises that were coming out of her ladyships's mouth had started to affect her own body. She felt a little heated. Sarah would be lying if she tried to tell herself she didn't find Cora Crawley attractive. She was very attractive indeed, Sarah thought of her as an unfairly beautiful woman and considered herself lucky to be the one to dress and undress her every day. There was just something about her Sarah couldn't quite put her finger on. Her icy blue eyes, perhaps? Oh god what the hell, had she become a poet all of a sudden? Sarah pulled her head back from the door when her ladyship practically screamed out her pleasure.

"Ohh, Robert... Robert.. Oh... Oh, God, please..."

Sarah felt herself blush even harder when she heard the other woman climax just at the other side of the door. A thousand rather dirty images were invading her mind. She felt the heat in her body turn to ice the second she heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned around instantly and now stood face to face with a smiling Rosamund. Oh, Rosamund.. That woman always looked too smug for her own good, thought Sarah as she watched the other woman raise one eyebrow when her ladyship moaned out her final spasms of pleasure from inside.

"Sounds like my brother is giving the countess a rather nice time in there, don't you think?" said Rosamund, looking as smug as ever.

Sarah didn't know if it would be appropriate to even reply to something like that, and trying to deny that she knew what the other woman was talking about would be ridiculous.

"Please make sure my dear Cora looks presentable for dinner, I think they're having guests." chuckled Rosamund before walking away towards the stairs.


Rosamund couldn't stop herself from smiling when first Robert, and then minutes later Cora, came down to join the others a bit late at dinner. Luckily for them their guests had cancelled rather abruptly due to an illness, and no one else seemed to spend too much time thinking about why the two of them were late. Rosamund, however, knew better. She could recognise the after-sex look on a woman's face from miles away, and in this case she even had proof of the event. She was a witness. Feeling extremely smug, she kept eyeing Cora and seeing the other woman's questioning looks just made her squirm with excitement. It wasn't until they were all comfortably seated in the library, having drinks, she caught Cora on her own.

"Are you usually that loud?" Rosamund said suddenly, causing Cora to nearly choke on her drink.

What was she on about? she thought for merely a second before Rosamund's more than smug look made everything clear to her. Somehow, she had heard her and Robert. Cora felt herself blush, and was thankful that the rest of her family were in the middle of a heated discussion on the other side of the room.

"Rosamund, do try to be discrete.." she whispered as she took another sip from her drink, trying to calm down.

Rosamund smiled when she saw Cora blush and whispered, though a bit louder than Cora:

"I wouldn't worry about your family if I were you, I'd worry about your maid."

"Whatever do you mean with that?" Cora asked, confused now.

"The poor thing was just outside your bedroom, waiting so she could dress you." Rosamund whispered back and nearly laughed when she saw Cora's mouth turn into the shape of an 'o' when she took in what she had been told.

"Oh dear, I'm terribly embarrassed.." Cora wailed.

Rosamund gave her a serious look.

"Don't be, why should you? My brother was just... Pleasuring you. And very much to your liking, from the sound of it."

"Rosamund!" Cora exclaimed, nearly drawing attention to them before lowering her voice: "That is most inappropriate."

Rosamund chuckled before she took a rather large sip of her drink.

"Oh dear.." she mimicked Cora's voice before joining in with the others.


When O'Brien came to change her into her evening gown that night Cora felt her embarrassment rise up to the surface again. It was unbelievable that her maid had kept it together when she dressed her for dinner, knowing, and having heard, what had been going on inside that very room merely minutes before she came in. Cora really couldn't believe how her maid kept it together, showing no emotion or sign of what she had witnessed earlier. Cora contemplated on brining the subject up, but she couldn't bear how embarrassed it made her just to think about it. She nearly opened her mouth and blurted it out, but replaced it with a warm smile, hoping it might give the other woman some comfort.

Sarah returned her ladyship's smile and continued to undress her in silence. She was desperately trying not to picture the other woman heated and moaning in the bed only a few feet away from her. But the images that her head had made up to go along with the noises she had heard refused to leave her head. Just stop thinking about it, she scolded herself. She started working on her ladyship's hairdo for the night and when she was taking the pins out of her hair one of her hands touched a sensitive spot on the other woman's neck. Sarah felt her heart raise a little faster when the other woman made a whimpering sound upon her touch, unfortunately resembling the ones she had heard earlier.

"I'm sorry, m'Lady, I must've slipped." she said hurriedly, and was greatly surprised when her ladyship replied instantly.

"Don't worry, it's quite alright."

In reality, it had felt a lot more than just alright. She cursed herself for being so sensitive to her maid's touch, especially on a day like this. Why did it feel so good? She felt the other woman start working on her hair and waves of pleasure were sent through her body when she felt her hair being pulled ever so lightly. Sarah immediately noticed her ladyship's flushed face in the mirror. Oh god, she thought, for now images of the countess matching the sounds she had made streamed freely through her head. Trying her best not to meet the other woman's eyes in the mirror, Sarah quickly finished her hair. Cora couldn't believe how her own body was responding to this daily routine. By the time Sarah was finished she had to focus very hard to control her breathing, and she prayed the other woman remained ignorant of how her body had responded to her touch.

When Sarah was dismissed she drew a sigh of relief, and when she was leaving the room and entered the corridor she realised just how warm it had been in her ladyship's bedroom. Shaking her head she hurried to the servant's quarters and her own safe haven. She practically threw herself onto her bed and breathed heavily, trying to regain a normal body temperature. She closed her eyes. but opened them mere seconds later and frowned when she realised that as soon as she had closed her eyes images of a certain Cora Crawley had clouded her mind. Images of said woman in rather daring positions. She sighed in defeat. As she closed her eyes again the images immediately came back; images of Cora naked, moaning, eyes closed, being touched by... She sat up suddenly. No. What was happening to her? What caused her to picture herself between her ladyship's thighs? She rubbed her eyes, as if she was trying to rub away her own fantasies. Impossible, she realised. She started undressing herself, not too carefully, and probably pulled out some of her hair in the process of freeing herself from her uniform as quickly as possible. When she was finished, she lay back down on the bed and crawled in under the covers. There, in the safest place she knew, she slowly let her hand slip in under her nightgown and sighed when her fingers came in contact with her positively drenched underwear. The excitement had been building inside her since she had first heard her ladyship's noises slipping out of her room and by now it was unbearable. She quickly slid her hand in under her underwear and pushed two fingers inside of herself, moaning in content as she was finally giving in to her undeniable excitement. She slowly started pumping her fingers in and out, in and out, mentally picturing her ladyship, Cora, in her head. It really was ridiculous that she kept referring to the other woman as "her ladyship" in her own thoughts. The only time Mrs Hughes would mind was when she said it out loud. Cora, she thought, Cora. Slowly but surely her fantasies got more vivid and soon it was Cora who was pumping her fingers in and out of her. Sarah moaned as she pressed her thumb down on her clit, feeling her body convulse with pleasure as she climaxed, with Cora still lingering on her mind.