A/N: Warning this chapter is basically all smut.

Imagine your OTP having sex on a table. Eventually, the table breaks and your OTP ends up falling on top of each other. They look at each other and they laugh.

It had been a long day at work for Tom and all he wanted to do was sit on the couch with a cold Guinness. It would seem, however, that his darling wife had other plans for the night.

Stepping into the kitchen, he immediately dropped his bag at the sight before him. Sybil, was in nothing but a short red checkered apron with frills and a pair of dark red pumps.

He tried to think of what he did to deserve this, but his mind quickly turned to mush when she purred, "Finally."

Before he knew, it he was across the room, picking her up and placing her roughly against the kitchen table. His lips attacked hers in the most passionate of kisses.

Sybil wrapped her arms tightly around Tom's neck, smirking as his hands ran up and down her back as if he was trying to feel her all at once.

Tom groaned as he pulled his lips away from hers and began to kiss down her jaw to the spot behind Sybil's ear that always made her whimper and moan. As he goes went between sucking and nibbling down the skin of her neck, Sybil was gasping. She hooked her legs around the back of his thighs and thrusted as her right hand started traveling down his chest.

Her hands were snaking down, leaving whispering touches against his body as her fingers finally reached their intended destination, his trousers. Making quick work of them, his boxer briefs soon followed his trousers onto the floor. His hands reached up and first untied the string at the top before slowly undoing the tie around her waist.

The apron was now on her lap and the only barrier separating him from being inside of her as he continued to buck against her.

They were both so in the moment that neither one seemed to noticed as the table inched closer to the wall. The only thing they registered was Tom throwing the apron onto the floor and in one quick movement thrusted inside of her. Tom groaned as he felt how wet she was and Sybil moaned in pleasure as he plunged in and out of her in quick successions.

They both knew that it wasn't going to last long. It was raw and powerful and they both loved it; the feel of the other's skin rubbing hard against the other as they both started to chase their climaxes. The insistent craving for each other reaching an all-time high as they thrusted and tightened their hold on each other. The two of them gasped for air as they came.

Tom leaned his weight against Sybil. It was at that exact moment that the table decided it could take no more and broke, sending Sybil and Tom scrambling on the floor over it. It was only a quick jerk that resulted in Tom being on the bottom with his back against the floor and Sybil flopping on top of him.

"Oh gosh!" Sybil gasped, "Tom are you okay?!"

Tom groaned, but nodded. Moving his hips up, he pulled out the apron from under his arse. Looking up into Sybil eyes, they both laughed.