Chapter Three: The Naughty Ones
Robert rolled over on his bed three nights before his wedding. He hated how he had to spend three more nights in solitude, he couldn't take it anymore, he needed Cora. He stood up and walked over to the dividing door. He knocked on it lightly and in under a minutes, Cora had opened the door. She smiled as she pulled him into her room.
"I thought you'd never come," she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.
"I'm not supposed to, you know that," he replied, taking her hips and leading her back to the bed.
"Haven't we already said that we don't care about propriety?" she asked, sitting on her bed and pulling him on top of her as she leaned backward.
Robert chuckled lightly. "Well, you know, this is one thing that should be done properly. Waiting until marriage," he whispered, kissing her neck and touching her breasts through her night gown. Cora inhaled sharply. If she had wanted him before, she needed him now.
"Touch me Robert, damn propriety," she hissed.
"Gladly," Robert replied, helping her to get completely on the bed. He reached down and pulled her nightgown up to bring over her head. She assisted him in getting her naked. Unfortunately for him, she was still wearing her drawers, so he needed to get those off too. He pulled at the drawstring and he pulled them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder. "Don't wear those on our wedding night, okay?" He then took in her naked body. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life. Then again, he had never seen a naked woman before. His lips curved into a smile, knowing that everything: her firm and perfectly perky breasts, her hips, legs, slender waist, her flat stomach; it was all his. No other man would ever see her like this.
He felt his raging arousal in his pyjamas, so he hurriedly rid himself of his shirt and trousers, throwing his drawers off. He had no time for trivial things like clothing. Clothing and other people and rules were simply barriers to his passion for Cora. Cora stared at his naked form for a moment, smiling, her face flushed. His chest was perfect, his legs firm and muscular, and then there was his manhood. She tried to not look, but it was so large and hard, she couldn't help herself. She felt her cheeks redden as she got onto her knees and moved closer to him. She smiled as she looked down and touched him with her hand gently. He was hard, and she had made him like that. She felt powerful and loved, the way Robert always made her feel. Robert inhaled sharply at her hand on him and she looked up into his eyes. He wanted her more. She closed her hand around him and kissed him eagerly, pressing him backward onto his back. "I love you," she whispered as his hand stroked her breast. She removed her hand from his manhood to thread through his hair as she leaned forward, their chests pressed together. Robert threw his head back as Cora's nipples brushed against his chest. "Take me."
Robert looked up into Cora's eyes, the light blue was now a much darker hue. Her eyes were dark with desire. He took her hips in his hands and he moved them to get her onto her back. He hovered over her, her hair had fallen from it's braid, sending her hair all over the pillow beneath her head. He dipped his head down to capture her lips in his. His tongue slipped into her mouth and immediately found her's, engaging it in an intricate and intimate dance. Cora's hands wound Robert's hair tighter in between her fingers, pulling it teasingly in pleasure. Robert's right hand was on her breast, his left in the small curve of her waist. Her back was pressed against the mattress, her body aching for Robert to take her and make her completely his. His naked body on top of her's felt so right, more right than anything else in her entire life, and she knew from his arousal, that he wanted and needed her as much as she needed him. Cora broke the kiss urgently, feeling moisture between her thighs that she had never felt before. "Oh, Robert," she begged. "Just take me."
Robert smiled and nodded, kissing her lips one more time before helping her wrap her legs around his waist. He settled down between her legs, gently pressing into her. He pushed a little bit further, only to hear Cora shriek lightly. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No, just a little bit of pain, I'm fine," she replied, looking into his eyes. Yes, it was pain, but with Robert on top of her, it was more of a pleasurable pain. According to what her mother had told her during their talk with Lady Grantham about her duty as a wife to Robert, as well as Downton, it had come up that it would hurt the first time. They also said that there would be blood, but she didn't care, no one would notice it. Or so she hoped. She'd come up with something. "Keep going Robert."
Robert kissed her again, upset with himself for hurting her. He hadn't meant to, it just happened. He was being as gentle as he could, unless his passion and desire had fogged his judgement and he was being rough. He gently thrust in and out of her, making her moan, groan, smile and beg more than he could ever imagine. Her reactions to his movements were certainly boosting his confidence. He buried his face in between her breasts, sucking lightly at the skin of her chest, bringing the most delightful moans from his lover's lips. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer, she was driving him mad with her moans. He thrust a little bit faster and a little bit harder, hoping to bring her to her end before he reached his. Cora's breathing got heavier and heavier before she cried out, clutching him to her as her inner walls clenched around him. From what he had heard from his friends who had taken prostitutes, that was Cora's end. Robert sped up, coming to his own end seconds after her.
Robert collapsed on top of her, kissing her face all over, holding her to him. She looked radiant, glistening from their exertions. Cora moved first, running her hands up to his head and her fingers through his gorgeous head of hair. "You were marvellous Robert," she gasped, still trying to catch her breath.
"Was I?" he replied, trying desperately to sound like his heart was going at a normal pace. "It was my first time, so I'm glad you feel that way." He rested his head where her heart was, listening to the rapid beating.
"You were," she replied. "I have nothing other than you to go off of, and I never will, so you know, that's just great. How did you know how to pleasure me like that if it was your first time?"
"I just did what felt right. Being inside you felt right and that was a stepping stool," he replied. "All I knew was that I wanted you to enjoy our first time making love as much as I would. Your pleasure is important to me, which is why I got nervous when you shrieked. What happened?"
"Just normal pain for a woman the first time," she said, smiling at him.
"Well, I'm glad we didn't wait until our wedding night, I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you on our wedding night," he said, looking at her, worshipping her. She smiled at him and pulled him up, crashing her lips against his.
"I love you," she whispered. "Now, I suggest we sleep."
"But, when the maid comes in in the morning..." Robert started.
"She won't come up until I ring for her," Cora said.
"We might get caught," he said. "And I would hate for my mother to yell at you any more than she has done already."
"Robert, I can handle it," she said. "And when you wake up in the morning, you can go back to your dressing room."
"Alright," he replied, smiling. He was secretly glad that Cora wanted him to stay with her at night. It was quite romantic. He wanted to hold her in his arms and most likely, enjoy the best sleep he ever had. Cora shifted her body to pull the covers down, slipping underneath them. His pyjamas and her nightgown were scattered around the room, and neither wanted to, nor possessed the energy to get up and get redressed. Robert slipped under the covers with Cora; she moved to cuddle into his outstretched arms. Before long, the couple were sound asleep.
The next morning, the housemaid in charge of looking after Miss Levinson sat in the servants hall with Master Robert's valet, waiting for the bells to ring, summoning them. Lady Grantham sat in the library, wondering why Patrick had told her that Robert had not come down for breakfast, and neither had the American. She was getting sick of waiting. She left the library, her patience wearing thin as she walked up the stairs and down the hall. She intended to get her son out of bed first, so she knocked on his dressing room door. There was no answer; so she opened the door and found that the room was empty. She shut the door and she knocked on the next door, the room where the American was sleeping. Before she got an answer however, she opened the door and screamed in horror at the sight in front of her. Her son's naked back was facing her, clothes were scattered all across the room, including, she noticed, two pairs of drawers, meaning her son and the American were naked in bed together. Violet was not a stupid woman, she knew what that meant. It meant that Robert had been coerced by the American into bed with her.
The sound of the scream brought Robert and Cora from their dreams. The moment Robert noticed that the sun was peeking through the curtains, he silently cursed himself. He had planned to get up before sunrise to slip out to stop anything from happening. They had been caught. And not by a housemaid, that would have been so much kinder, they had been caught by his mother. Cora was instantly frightened when she heard the scream of the Countess of Grantham, even more scared when she realized Robert was still in bed with her. Cora sat up with Robert, pulling the covers up, holding them so that Robert's mother couldn't see what was going on. Violet stepped further into the room.
"What is going on?" she asked, her voice dangerously low.
"We were sleeping," Cora replied.
"Together? And without clothes on?" she implored.
"Yes," Cora said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Why?"
"Because we wanted to," Robert cut in. "And we're almost married, so it's okay."
"IT IS NOT OKAY, ROBERT JAME CRAWLEY. WHAT GIVES YOU THE IDEA THAT THIS BEHAVIOUR IS ALRIGHT?" Violet shouted. "BEING IN BED TOGETHER BEFORE YOU'RE MARRIED IS DISGRACEFUL. WHAT IF SHE'S PREGNANT?"
"There's only a couple of days until we will be married, and if she is pregnant, no one will figure out that it happened before the wedding," he replied. "It's not as if our wedding is months away.
"Fine," Violet said darkly, her voice dropping dangerously low once again. "Do what you want, but when the American causes our family to be an unwelcome topic of conversation and brings scandal down on our heads, don't say I didn't warn you. This is Rosamund and the Banker all over again," She walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
"I expected more yelling from her," Cora admitted.
"So did I," Robert replied, laying back down and pulling Cora into his arms, falling back asleep.
