This is my first Downton Abbey fanfic so naturally it is about M/M... Please be kind and forgive my grammatical, spelling or expression mistakes as English is not my native language. Don't hesitate to help me improve my English!

This story takes place right after the CS episode so if you haven't seen it yet :

- go watch it for f*** sake !

- then read this kindly, and please keep in mind that M/M ARE THE ULTIMATE DA COUPLE !

Chapter 1. The Proposal

Mary was finally engaged to the man she loved. Matthew wanted her as his wife. He couldn't bear the idea of letting her go to America and be stolen by some cowboy. She was too fine, too beautiful, too wit to be diminished to a cowboy's wife life. She was his. His Mary. Now he realized he would fight for her no matter what happened in the past. Lavinia was a sweet memory but she never was Mary. And for the latter Mr Pamuk, it was a mistake but Matthew knew Mary had suffered long enough. She deserved to be happy and he would do everything to make her happy.

'Darling…' it felt so right to call her that '… Aren't you cold? We should probably get inside?'

She couldn't stop smiling. She was his Darling… and they were a we.

They stopped twirling and as soon as her feet touched the ground they were kissing again. This time, it was slower, deeper, her hands in his hair, his right hand slowly grasping her at her lower back, no gap remaining between them. She couldn't feel the cold as she was in a warm bubble of love.

It lasted what felt like hours, kissing passionately. But soon the cold made him known and Mary shivered.

'Oh my love, you're shivering'

'I could die this moment as I've never been so happy'

'And let me a mourning fiancé?'

Suddenly Mary thought about Lavinia. This had been insensitive of her to remind him of that. Matthew understood what was in Mary thoughts and reassured her before she didn't even let a sound come out of her.

'I won't let you leave me!'

'I love you so much… I don't deserve you.' She said with a sad look in her chocolate brown eyes.

'Don't ever think that! You are my Mary, my Darling, my Love…'

She jumped into his arms and he heard her cry. Surely it was tears of joy… He pushed her a bit so he could see her face. She was smiling and crying. They kissed again, painfully as they were physically trying to merge their faces together, demanding more of each other than just a touch. Matthew's lips parted and his tongue seeked for Mary's lips to grant full access. She responded almost immediately. This was far from chaste and they were glad no one could see them at this very moment. Or at least that is what they thought.

Mr. Carson was looking at them and couldn't help smiling. They were so perfectly fit together. He hadn't always thought that but there was no doubt any more. He felt somewhat proud of Lady Mary. After all he had always fancied being a father figure to her.

Anna who was handling some tray with dishes, mainly glasses from the reception, saw Mr. Carson standing in the hall looking outside. She approached him and as she was about to say something she discerned what was going on outside. It was her Lady Mary and Mr. Crawley locked together, kissing, touching each other… Surely they had reconciled.

'He proposed to her… again.' That was all Carson needed to say.

'At last!'

Despite the kisses and the warming feeling of their life being on the verge of completeness, it was getting unbearably cold and Mary broke their kisses.

'Matthew, we should get inside.'

'Of course my Darling. What sort of a husband-to-be am I if I let my future wife outside in the cold?'

She smiled and while they turned towards the door, Mr. Carson and Anna were already gone, leaving them to enjoy the moment together.

It's been quite a while since I last wrote so please be kind and help yourself reviewing ! This will help me improve and carry on with next chapters ! xx