DISCLAIMER: I'm pretty sure that my name is Christina, not Julian. Kay? ;]

A/N: TWO UPDATES IN ONE NIGHT. Yes, I do get inspiration in the wee hours of the night. So those who have not read the last chapter, well done, you have two chapters to read now! How exciting! I rather like this chapter because I kind of concentrated on Larry and how utterly mental he is - he obviously has some problems in his mind; Tom does get some relief in this chapter, but he will be back for more just deserts! I didn't mean for Sybil/Tom sexytimes in this chapter, but it seems that these characters have a mind of their own. Beware of bad language and sexytimes!

The entire house seemed to be airless and unventilated. His skin was covered in a film of sweat and his mouth felt waterless and dried out. However, he preferred the stifling heat of his own home rather than the small room at the police station that he had been forced to sit in for endless hours as the officers at the scene waited for Sybil to come out of unconsciousness in order to question her. The police had informed him that it was necessary for them to question him as the husband of the victim, but he was quite sure that it was that damn Irish driver that had put his name out there for scrutiny.

"This is ridiculous," he uttered to his lawyer, who sat next to him with a calm countenance. "It was an obvious accident. It should be that bloody driver in here, he was paid for the maintenance of the cars and look at what has occurred…"

"I wouldn't be concerned with all this – a mere precaution." His lawyer had not been incorrect in his assumption as the police were soon to release him due to lack of evidence with his involvement with the incident whatsoever. However, now that he sat in the house alone with the curtains drawn and the lights dimmed, he could think back on his actions and feel an overwhelming sense of shame. He couldn't take it back now, but his mind had been so set at the time…she needed to be punished.

Larry could feel his shoulders shake with relentless sobs once more as he sank his head into his hands; his nails burrowed into his flesh as he tried to push his irritation to the back of his mind. He couldn't deal with the information that the police had told him – his wife almost hadn't made it and was in critical condition. He had been released after hours of complaints that he needed to visit his wife in hospital – but he knew that he wouldn't be able to set foot inside the ward without having to look at her face and feel the shame that came with his unusual tendencies.

He couldn't remember being like this. He had always been more sensitive to anger than others, but Larry would never have expected that he would go to this extent. In one element of his mind, he wanted to run to the hospital and make sure that his childhood friend was still alive. However, on the other hand, he felt a white-hot fury that he wanted to take out on the driver's face. He wanted to hit him until he couldn't move, until he couldn't kiss his wife…he wanted to feel the warmth of his blood on his knuckles and feel satisfaction.

Larry shook his head, almost as if he were attempting to shake away the thoughts that inundated him. He could almost feel the beads of sweat running down his neck as he continued to shake his head; his chest felt taut and he reached out for the remote control. He switched on the television and turned up the volume until he couldn't concentrate on the dangerous thoughts that swirled around in his mind. How did he come to be in this position? In this one perfect moment, he had it all – a wife of noble birth and rank, enough cash to fund him for the rest of his lifetime and the usual lover that one would take now and then to fulfil the sexual needs that all men possess.

The doorbell sounded, as if on cue with his thoughts. However, the blaring sound of the football match on the television drowned out the troublesome noise. The woman at the door pressed the bell numerous times, until she resorted to using her fist against the front door, much to no avail. Larry looked towards the coffee table as his phone vibrated against the dark wood. The familiar name on the screen pushed him to answer his mobile as he reached forward and clutched it in his hand. He answered the call and held the phone to his ear, but couldn't find the words to speak.

"I'm outside; I can see the car in the drive. Come and answer the door."

Larry smiled at her authoritarian tone; something he had become familiar with in the past few months. He admired her, he yearned for her, but he wanted her to leave him alone at that moment when he was wallowing in his own demented mind.

"I'm not in the mood at the moment," he hissed in return. However, his own secret lover didn't seem to be in the mood for his antics either as she hammered on the door once more with her fist. Larry groaned and rose from the couch so that he could pull himself out to the hall and answer the door. He pulled the front door open with a vacant expression and tried to dismiss the fact that his eyes were red and his facial features were as false as his fabricated lies.

The fiery blonde pushed past him as she burst into the house; her heels echoed around the house as she marched into the living room and used the remote to switch off the blaring sound of the television in the background. She turned back to face the married man with two hands on her sides. She could see through his cold exterior as she had the same cool and calculated expressions that she often had to use in situations. Larry leant on the door frame and looked down at his nails with a lack of interest.

"I had to receive my news second-hand…you wouldn't answer my calls," she accused him as she marched towards him and parked herself in front of him. Larry was forced to look down at the fuming woman without a hint of emotion on his face. "You never told me that your wife was having an affair…not that you can say much on that. Look, we haven't spoken in a week. I was worried, so I came around… at least give me something that will tell me that you're….fine."

Larry could feel the irritation creeping back into his mind as he yearned to reach out and clutch onto her throat; he just wanted her to shut her mouth. How would she have any idea about what he had to put himself through in the past weeks? However, before he had the chance to unleash his anger on the woman in front of him, someone else had started to pound on his door in the most ridiculous manner.

"Oh, am I to be tortured with this all week?" Larry spat as he thankfully moved away from the fuming blonde and went to the door for a meagre distraction. However, he found that he should have remained hidden away in his living room as he opened the door to the one person that he had a mind to avoid as much as he could.

Tom attacked him before he could open his mouth to produce a clever remark. The driver had him pinned against the wall in a matter of seconds. Tom's face was red and Larry could see from the cuts and bruises on his face that he didn't have a jolly time at it from the incident either. It would only have been a matter of time before he came around to the house with a weapon of some kind to send him to an early grave.

"Oh, do come into my home," Larry smirked as Tom looked as if he were about to slam his head into the wall. Instead, he settled for extending his arm and punching him square in the face. Larry touched his nose and looked back down at his hand and was bemused to find that his fingers were doused in a dark crimson liquid.

"I'm not in the mood to play your games, sir," Tom hissed into his ear as he clutched his throat and held him against the wall. His body weight was pressed against him and Larry could hear Tom's laboured breath and he shoved against him forcefully. The Irishman stumbled, but his anger was enough to fuel his energy as his hand connected with his jaw once more. Larry spat blood onto the expensive cream rug in the hall and turned back to look at Tom with fury masked on his expression.

"Tom?" The driver was momentarily stunned as he heard the familiar voice come from behind him. He turned and almost found himself laughing as he looked into the face of the woman that he broke off his relationship with. "I thought that was you."

"Caroline." Tom's voice was low and almost inaudible as he looked between his ex-girlfriend and his current girlfriend's husband – he could have laughed if he didn't feel like his insides were on fire. Sybil was in bed and he had left momentarily to cure this never-ending fury that burned in his veins since the incident with the car.

"Oh, splendid, you know one another?" Larry seemed to fall back into the conversation as he dabbed at his war wounds with the sleeve of his shirt. "Should I leave and make some tea or would someone care to explain?"

"We are old acquaintances…" Tom hissed as he turned back to Larry with every intention of finishing what he started. However, Caroline sauntered in between both men and tried to fend off the violence with a small smirk.

"I'm insulted, Tommy," she crooned as she reached out and touched his shoulder. Tom winced at the contact and quickly shook her off. Caroline turned back to Larry with an amused expression. "Tom and I used to be quite close indeed."

Larry could feel his fists clench with anger as she came in between them; he would have been content to throw her aside and take back whatever pride that remained. However, this new piece of information intrigued him as his brow rose in surprise. Oh, how their worlds seemed to collide so much.

"Hmm, so my driver is fucking my wife whilst I am seeing his ex – this is an interesting turn of events, don't you think?" Larry commented with a smirk.

Tom wanted to turn and shake Caroline; to talk some sense into her. How could she be with a man that doesn't respect anyone but himself? She had wanted Tom to ask her to marry him for months, and now she settled with being a little bit on the side? He couldn't understand her logic in the entire situation, but she wasn't his responsibility now – his responsibility lay with the woman who was back in his bed with his child inside her.

"I couldn't give a shit about what you do in your own time, but I do care about Sybil. I think we both know that the malfunction with the brakes was no accident – it doesn't take a fucking genius to understand that. But know this…I won't allow you to harm her once more. Whatever kind of satisfaction you get from the fact that she almost died in the middle of the road, get it sorted. If you don't get put away for this, be sure to know that I'll be making your life a living Hell."

Caroline seemed taken aback at the sudden protective growl that came from him; but Larry stood there without one emotion flitting across his face. Tom didn't remain to hear his retort – he wouldn't be able to control himself if he stayed a minute more. He dismissed the sound of Caroline's voice calling to him as he rushed out of the house and into the bitter wind of the London atmosphere.

Tom unravelled each layer of clothing in the bedroom when he arrived back at the flat. His mind worked overtime as he continued to wonder how Larry ever became involved with a beautician – it was almost like fate was handing him out the worst week in his life all at once. His existence had been so nice for some time, it was about time he was due a bit of shit to hit the fan. He winced as he pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor without looking back at it; he knew how much it irked Sybil, but he was sure that he would pass out on the carpet if he didn't climb into bed soon. Tom moved out of his loose jeans and heard the jingle of coins in his pocket when the fabric hit the floor; he started to walk towards the bed when he was rid of all clothing bar his underwear.

He peeled back the duvet and tried to slip under the covers as discreetly as he could, but Sybil turned around in bed to face him as soon as he was in the blankets. Her mouth was pressed into a thin line of dissatisfaction as she took in his shameful expression and immediately knew that he left the flat to visit Larry.

"Hmm, will you ever learn to listen to me?" she murmured from her cocoon as she squirmed out of her swaddle of blankets to sink into his side. Sybil's hand travelled across his firm stomach and she rested her chin on his shoulder as she peered up at him under heavy lashes. "You look sad."

Tom smiled at her intuitiveness and he leant forward to press a kiss to her lips. She nuzzled into him happily, but she still looked at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry, love, I should have listened. But he needed to know that we knew it was him and that he won't get away with that…you could have died, Sybil."

"I know, but I didn't. I still think that you should have kept your distance, but thank you…for defending me when I didn't ask you to," she murmured with pride laced into her tone. Sybil caressed the skin on his stomach with her soft hand as she watched him with a curious expression on her beautiful, bruised features. "There's more…"

"I often wish that you couldn't read me like a book," he muttered with a chuckle as he reached out to push her messy fringe out of her shimmering blue orbs. "He…had a woman with him when I came around to the house."

Sybil snorted at the comment but didn't seem fazed at the revelation. She had mentioned to him on several occasions that she knew that he had a woman on the side, but it meant nothing to her as long as she didn't have to perform for him.

"That doesn't seem to shock me, darling."

"It shocked me…" Tom paused for a moment as he calculated whether or not he should inform his girlfriend on his latest piece of information. In the end, his blatant honesty with her won and he unconsciously stroked her hair as he explained. "Do you remember the woman I was telling you about? We lived together for a while…" Sybil shifted awkwardly next to him but nodded her head at his question. "She was the woman that I saw at the house."

"Oh…" Sybil couldn't seem to find the words to say to him at that moment. Instead, she settled with a mere smile as she settled next to him comfortably. "Is she pretty?"

Tom could feel his eyebrows shoot into the air at her sudden question. He never thought that she minded about the woman that Larry was with – but perhaps she was quite bothered with the fact that he was with another woman?

"I didn't think that mattered to you when it came to Larry's lover…"

"No, it doesn't, but she must be pretty if you asked her to live with you."

His mouth pulled into a small discreet smile as he watched her nose twitch in irritation. It was quite adorable as she pretended that it didn't bother her, but he guessed that the sudden appearance of his ex-girlfriend on the scene would unnerve her, even more so after the trauma she went through in the accident.

"Do I detect a little bit of jealousy?" he asked as he tried to contain his smile.

"I don't understand what I have to be jealous of. I do believe that I'm the one in bed with you at the moment, Mr Branson," she huffed in response. "However, if there is something to be jealous about, you had better let me know."

Sybil sulked for another moment until she moved away from Tom and settled back on her own pillow with a little sniff of annoyance. How could she rest when she knew that Tom's flawless ex-girlfriend was back on the scene? She remembered that Tom told her that he had been the one to break off the relationship. It made sense; who would want to break up with him? He was perfection to her. In the mind of a female, it was evident that any woman would prefer the Irishman in bed next to her rather than the pompous git that she had married eight months previously. Sybil knew that she would be fat in a few months – and who would want her then?

"Ah, come on, love," Tom moaned in protest as he looked at her back. "There is no need for all that. I chose to break it off with Caroline because we had nothing in common – besides, how could any woman compare to you?"

Sybil chewed on her cheek as his words reached her; her cheeks bid a secret blush in the dark as she listened to him shuffle over to her in the blankets. His hand was on her waist and his warm body was pressed against her back; the mere caress of his calloused hand was enough to unhinge her and she unconsciously nuzzled her backside against him. In return, she was met with a husky moan from him.

"And no-one could emit a response like that from me, milady," he murmured into her ear as he kissed that sensitive spot beneath her ear and gently nibbled on her earlobe as she breathed heavily at the sudden desire that pooled between her legs. It was almost like they were transported back to that first night in her old flat when all she could see was her desire for him – she didn't care about the consequences that night; all that mattered was that he wanted her and she wanted him just as badly.

It was like something had snapped inside Sybil and she suddenly scrambled towards him like a child towards birthday cake – her mouth watered and her limbs ached with desire as her hand went to the back of his neck. Sybil pulled him towards her until she could capture his lips in a tantalizing kiss that made both of them groan in satisfaction. Tom already had his fingers hooked into the quaint little panties that she often wore to bed and she squirmed out of them in anticipation; she dismissed the tank top that she wore…she had one destination in mind that evening.

"Well, this has been a curious night," he muttered against her insistent lips as his fingers sought her throbbing core. Sybil almost snorted at the comment and murmured something that resembled "it's not over yet" – he wasn't quite sure, as her words were interrupted with a earth-shattering moan. His finger pushed between her soft folds and she arched her hips into his hand at the mere contact.

"Sybil…" he moaned against her neck as she continued to move desperately against him. "You are so…" He couldn't seem to finish his sentence as her hands were immediately at his own underwear; she was ridiculously slow and enticing as she pulled down his boxers to free the pressing hardness that she had felt against her thigh. Did he mention that Sybil didn't seem to possess the virtue of patience?

"Ready?" She finished his sentence for him as she moved to hover over her with tenderness; kissing each inch of her face. "Exactly, so shall we get a move on?" Sybil was pressed against him in anticipation and his entire body melted as his manhood came into contact with her tantalizingly wet folds. He couldn't contain his own excitement, but he looked down at her in concern. Sybil could sense his hesitation, and so she took matters into her own hands, literally. The bold trainee nurse reached between them and guided him to her entrance – that was all the invitation he needed.

His entire body seemed to tremble in pleasure as he slid inside her easily; so used to this frequent occurrence that it was like second nature to him now. The clumsy fumbling had diminished a few weeks into their relationship and now both were entirely comfortable with the other's body. Tom's pace was achingly slow at the start; however, Sybil was intent on receiving her fill of him in a short space of time. She needed to feel more of him…all of him.

Tom was rather sure that his eyes popped out of his head when Sybil reached down and cupped his backside; no, he would never become accustomed to her bold moves now and then – her shy demeanour had been demolished in that first night. This move seemed to spur him on that much more; his face was pressed into her neck as he moved inside her at a quicker and more anticipating pace. Sybil let her nails drag over the skin on his backside and threw her head back as she felt herself reaching that peak in which she felt like she had died and gone to Heaven with him.

"Please, Tom…" she moaned into his ear as his pace quickened that bit more at the end. Their release was mutual and tremendous as Sybil cried out when she reached her climax; Tom couldn't handle more than a whimper as their worlds seemed to crash around them when they came back to Earth.

Both parties were exhausted after the unexpected, but equally pleasurable events. However, Tom took the time to press a dazzling kiss to her lips; "God, I do love you so much." He would never tire of hearing those words pour from his lips so naturally – but it meant even more when he heard them being uttered back to him in earnest. Tom pulled out of her gently and collapsed in the spot next to her on the bed. Sybil managed to gather the last of her strength as she crawled over to him and nestled into his side; his arm came around her and she kissed his bare shoulder.

"I was never really that jealous, you know…" she murmured.

Tom chuckled and squeezed her in consolation. "She couldn't compare."

A/N: In some of the reviews that I received for the last chapter there were some concerns in my portrayal of Mary's character. She hasn't been introduced properly at the moment, so do not fear! No, she will not be a pleasant bunny in the first half of this story as she will disapprove greatly of the relationship between her sister and the driver - she doesn't want her sister to lose her reputation and becomes even more critical when she finds out about the pregnancy (not many know about that at the moment)! However, I do respect Mary's character and she will warm up to Sybil and Tom's relationship throughout this story - however, I have to remain true to her character and have her expected coldness towards Tom in the beginning. I don't dislike Mary, I'm just trying to portray the fact that this is a match that is not well looked upon!

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