Let's keep the sexytimes rolling!

Time to reply!

shana-rose: LOL! I think it was only a matter of time until someone found them! XD Be glad that it was Alfred and not someone like O'Brien, who would tattle on them! OOO! I didn't realize I was the first stairway sexytimes! (Well almost sexy times…)

The Yankee Countess: Ahh! YOU'RE GOING TO SEE THE AFTERMATH OF THAT LAST CHAPTER IN THIS ONE! Only it isn't Ivy who finds the dressing gowns! =X Ahh! SOON! SOON!

wslowry: Alfred just about died of embarrassment. LOL! If I ever write more Alfred in my fics, I'll be nicer to him! XD

Hannah: Thank you! =D Don't worry, I'll finish this! I swear it! And Sybil will always live in my stories (so will Matthew for all you M/M shippers reading this!)

repmetsyrrah: YAY! I'm glad you love it! Awkward encounter? HECK YES OF COURSE!

Small A/N: So I was completely unaware of the new reviews for Mercy. I haven't been checking the stats or anything on that particular story. To be honest, I was thinking of abandoning Mercy. I saw the new reviews and I think I'll try to tackle Mercy again once my other fics are done. Mercy should have been done ages ago, but then my semester started and then 3x05 happened. I was so distraught, that I abandoned it. Then the urge came back to write and I started 7DS. Don't worry, I'll work on Mercy again once I have the time. It's all planned, I just have to get to writing it. Also, as a reminder, I haven't abandoned 7HV, it's on hold until 12LofC is done!

Challenge! This is just for a bit of fun! There's a subtle little line that hints at the very last chapter of 7HV (Chapter 14). If you can figure it out before chapter 14 of 7HV is published, I will spoil whatever you want to know to you. Whatever's left of 12LofC, 7HV, Mercy, AND a new fic I'm planning! So turn on your Sherlock skills and start speculating!

Enough of that! Onto sexytimes!

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Morning One: For the third lay of Christmas, my true love did me here…

After the two early morning rendezvous, Sybil decided to call Dr. Clarkson and schedule an appointment to get the stitch taken out.

"No, Dr. Clarkson. I'm sorry but I must disagree. If the stitch stays in much longer, I run the risk of an infection. I want it taken out immediately."

And that's where the Bransons were headed this morning.

They planned to leave early so they wouldn't have to bother telling Lord and Lady Grantham where they were going.

The pair finally exited their shared room, but not after several minutes filled with heated kisses and heavy petting.

Down they stairs they went, past the drawing room, through the great hall, and into the foyer where a stoic Alfred stood holding the massive mahogany door open for the pair. Sybil stopped in front of Alfred for some friendly conversation.

"Good morning Alfred."

Alfred kept his gaze fixed on the door frame directly across his face, refusing to look at their faces. "Milady. Sir."

"I hope that wasn't…too traumatic for you this morning."

A tinge of red started to appear on his cheeks. "No milady."

"Good."

Alfred gave a single nod and fixed his gaze forward once again, making sure that he made no eye contact with the Bransons. Sybil went though the door and Tom stopped. He turned to face the footman.

"Alfred? Was it you who brought up our dressing gowns this morning?"

"Yes sir, it was."

Tom smiled. He remembered the countless times that Alfred kept on babbling on about the new kitchen maid, Ivy, when he was dressing. Tom knew he was keen on her and jumped at the opportunity to spend a little bit of time with her. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Alfred's early morning trip to the servants hall had something to do with her. He then remembered a certain fast talking. dark haired ladies maid that captured the gentle giant's heart when he first arrived at Downton.

"How did you manage to get them without Ivy seeing you?"

"I have my ways sir."

"Well thank you for bringing them up this morning. I'm sure you spared Ivy the shock of finding clothes in the library."

Sybil was growing more and more impatient. She couldn't be late and they were walking to the village. "Yes that was very kind of Alfred to think of Ivy, now let's go Tom."

Tom gave a cheeky grin and leaned in close to the footman.

"Just don't forget to think about that American girl too."

Alfred's wide gaze finally met the Irishman's eyes and Tom gave him a wink and grin in return. Now glowing a bright red and a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, Alfred responded, "I haven't."

Sybil, now several steps down the gravel road yelled to her stubborn husband. "Tom!"

"Sorry Alfred, the Mrs. calls."

Alfred smiled back at Tom and watched him as he jogged to his wife.

As Tom caught up to Sybil, she swatted his shoulder with her glove.

"Tom. Don't tease Alfred. It's bad enough that Mary teases him for being O'Brien's nephew, but for you…"

A shocked look crossed Tom's face as he whirled Sybil so they could be face to face.

"Alfred is O'Brien's nephew?!"

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"Tom! You'll never believe what I just found!"

Tom, enraptured by a passage of Dubliners could only mumble. "Mmm?"

It was a cold day and they had walked to the village as fast as they could to keep warm. To their dismay, Dr. Clarkson wasn't going to be in until another hour. A woman in the village was ill and Dr. Clarkson had to check up on her. Since they didn't want to wait in the hospital for at least another hour, they decided to make a quick stop at the bookstore to check the new arrivals. Thankfully and mercifully, the owner let them in early. Knowing that they always bought something when they were there and they were loyal customers, he was happy to oblige.

Fifteen minutes later, the Bransons found themselves at the back of the bookstore, flipping though the random books that lined the shelves. One in particular caught Sybil's eye…

She caught her husband's attention stroking his forearm. He looked up at her saw that she was holding the up the book to her nose. The corner of her eyes were crinkled and her teasing grin could clearly be seen from the top of the book. He looked at the cover and a look of sheer joy crossed his face.

Last Christmas…Part two.

"I didn't know there was a second book," Tom said incredulously.

Sybil pushed his back into the shelves and started to kiss his neck. She managed to say her next sentence in between her kisses.

"Neither…did…I…"

Knowing what was about to happen, especially in a public place, Tom tried his best to stop his wife's advances, but she was getting to be too much for him. Five months was an eternity for the both of them. Tom should consider himself lucky that he and Sybil weren't constantly at it since this morning. They would have never left the bedroom, probably for another five months to make up for lost time.

Although Tom wanted to pleasure his wife here and now, he was afraid that someone would catch them, like Alfred did this morning.

"Sybil! What if the owner sees us? We can never come back here!"

Sybil fondled his growing member and Tom let out a sigh of pleasure. He clapped his hand over his mouth, praying that the owner didn't hear him. Sybil, on the other hand, had the most beautifully wicked smile across her face as she unbuttoned his trousers and unhooked his braces. She slowly pulled them down his hips and snuck her hand in his drawers. She lightly grazed the base of his cock with her fingernails as he shuddered in silence.

"I'll be quick."

She slowly worked her way down to her knees and nuzzled his clothed erection. She pulled his drawers down until his cock was freed. She grasped the base of his member and looked up at him.

"Ready for number three Mr. Branson?"

Tom thought of something witty to say back, but he immediately forgot it when her tongue made contact with his tip.

He bit his lip hard to suppress the moan in his throat. They had to be quick and quiet, something that was very foreign to them.

She licked the head a few times and traced the ridge. He shuddered and gasped at the sensation. Her tongue circled around him and it took all his will power not to scream in sweet agony. Her tongue was so incredibly soft on his cock. She finally took his head into her mouth and Tom blindly grabbed a shelf to support himself while his other hand found and stroked her cheek.

Sybil drew her hands from his thighs and started to slowly pump his shaft into her warm and wet mouth while the other hand fondled his balls. She sucked a little harder and Tom's head fell back into the row of books. He was panting her name and his eyes were tightly shut, blocking out every sense and feeling he had to focus on the feeling of her mouth on him. He swallowed hard, looked down at her and said her name once. He was close and Sybil knew.

Sybil looked up at him and let out a deep moan from the back of her throat. The vibration and the sight of her with him in her mouth was enough to make him come. He threw his head back as wave upon wave of bliss hit him. Her mouth released him and licked his member clean as he gasped for air, coming down from his orgasm.

Once finished, she licked her lips and got up from the floor as he righted his pants and held her close.

"I can't believe you just did that."

Sybil grinned at her handiwork and pecked him on the lips. She picked up the discarded book on the floor and opened her purse to find money for the book, as if nothing had happened.

"So…Am I paying since you did last year?"

"Sybil! How can you…What if…"

She quickly interrupted him. "Oh stuff it! To hell with what everyone thinks. We already stirred up talk when we married. What's another few weeks of scandal?"

Sybil grabbed his hand to walk to the front of the store, but Tom stayed put.

"Oh, don't get bashful with me Mr. Branson." She leaned in close and whispered huskily in his ear.

"You started this."

She pulled away, leaving Tom in a lustful haze of disbelief and wonder. He watched Sybil strut away from him, hips swaying from side to side in time with his heartbeat. At the end of the bookshelf, she looked over her shoulder. Her eyes were smoldering and she gave him a wicked grin and a quick wink. Before he could fully process the events that had just occurred in the back of the bookstore, she was gone.

Sybil marched straight to the front of the register. The bookstore owner had a nervous look on his face and the sweat on his brow gave him away. Sybil could hear the sound of heavy footsteps followed close behind. She dropped the book onto the counter and the book flew open, revealing it's contents. The bookstore owner widened his eyes, even more in shock.

"Milady?"

She put on her most innocent smile as she felt her husband's hands firmly on her hips and his nose and lips buried in her hair.

"We'd like this book please."