A/N: So, hello! This project will be a bit different for me, especially since I've only really dabbled in DA fic but I read it voraciously. Anyways, this is basically the "30 Days of Writing: A Drabble a Day" challenge by genimhaled on tumblr. This brilliant idea popped into my head and I had to do it. It's basically one drabble (err...ficlet. I suck at writing only 100 words) per year of Mary & Matthew's marriage. I apologize to any britpickers but I really, honestly try my best to get your culture & language right. So please please please correct any of my errors!

Onward ho!

Beginning

April 1920

Mary sat at her vanity. It was unusually chilly outside, a front had blown in during their reception that was held outside near the flower gardens. The breeze was slipping in through the open window, the curtains fluttering about, and she pulled at her robe, willing it to make her warmer. She knew it would be stuffy if she shut the window, and, with one last glance in the mirror, she turned off the (newly acquired & very much electrical) lamp and made to crawl into her bed.

She had been married today. To Matthew. A smile slipped across her face every time she thought of it. It was still so, so surreal.

Just as she was dozing off, she heard her bedroom door creak open. She sat up immediately, fear creeping up her veins, thinking it could be any one of the many guests staying in the house at the moment. Her eyes hadn't quite adjusted to the darkness yet, but as the intruder crossed to the other side of her room, she caught a glimpse of his face through the slit of moonlight that came from the window.

"Matthew! What on earth are you doing? Someone could have seen you!" She whispered fiercely, while grabbing at the sheets on the other side of her bed, pulling them back for him.

She heard him chuckle. "My darling, I highly doubt anyone would have said anything," he said, sliding into bed next to her, "we were married today, after all."

"I come to Crawley House tomorrow, Matthew, could you have not waited until then?" Mary huffed, laying her head back down on the pillow, and turning over to face him.

Mary could practically hear him smile. Suddenly, his hand grabbed at her waist, pulling her body up against his.

Matthew's lips rested just centimeters from her own, tauntingly, for several seconds before he finally pressed them against hers. Mary grasped at his shirt, the cloth wrinkling in her tight grasp.

"Is it so bad," he said, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek, his thumb grazing her bottom lip, "for a man to sleep in the same bed as his wife?"

The next morning, Anna found them together. Matthew on his back, Mary with her arm over his chest and her hair (annoyingly) out of its plait. The corners of her mouth twitched into a tight smile, and she let them sleep a little longer.

Thank you so much for reading! Leave a review if you can, it would be much appreciated (just as much as an alert or a favorite would!). The theme for next time is accusation :D

Bailey xx