Legs
Prison had felt like an eternity to John. Even if it had only been 18 months, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd been gone for years. So much had changed. Downton was a different place than when he'd left, and he felt lost in the scatter now that he was back.
He tried not to dwell on the negatives, and instead focused on the positive. He was home, and he was with his Anna; at long last. They had just moved into their cottage, and the time spent there was the best times of his life without a doubt.
One thing that had changed significantly was the fashions. Anna was wearing a new dress now that she was a proper Lady's Maid, and the amount of her delicious neck and collarbone, and her shapely legs that were showing was near on scandalous. John could hardly keep his composure watching her walk around in such an outfit. He would have to stop himself from imagining his hands running up those legs. Lowering her stockings, and relishing in the perfection of her skin. Kissing every inch of them all the way up to her undergarments which he would remove with his teeth, causing her to writhe beneath him. He couldn't let himself think of the way her legs would wrap around his waist as she took him inside of her. How they tightened their hold around him as they rode the waves of pleasure together. How her feet would dig into his behind as she fell over the precipice.
No, he couldn't allow any of those thoughts to take place in his mind while he sat in the servant's hall watching her go about her work. He also couldn't rise from his seat until the results of those thoughts that hadn't listened to his protests, and didn't care where he was, invaded his mind anyway. The knowing smirk from his wife as he took deep breaths and calmed himself was a promise that later those thoughts would be a reality. Thank God for their cottage...and for her.