Since the last chapter was completely from Sybil's point of view I though tot make this one from Tom's. I imagine after this one ill go back to dual views in each chapter but who knows.

Also I planned for more substance in this chapter but….sexytimes….they always get away from me. Oh well! Enjoy!

(p.s bonus points if youre really paying attention….something big going down…im not gonna say what….but….. Muahahahahaa I don't mean to be evil but….)

:)

After stopping off for some previsions they arrived at the farm house at around ten. He pulled up to the front of the small cottage and quickly exited the car to load up as much stuff as he could carry so Sybil wouldn't have to be burdened with too much. Using the key Thomas gave him earlier he unlocked the door, kicking it open eve wider to allow Sybil to enter before him as he searched for the light switch. As the room flooded with a soft yellow glow he was glad Thomas had someone regularly come and clean or else he feared the level of dust and grime that would overshadow their evening.

Placing all of their bags on the floor just inside the door he crept up on Sybil, bent over shuffling through her bag. It had been too many hours since he held her in his arms and they felt empty and sad without her soft warm weight. Reaching around her waist he drew her bum to nestle against his growing erection. Gripping her womanly hips with his hands he kneaded her soft flesh as he ground himself against her, the friction making him groan low in his throat as she raised her upper body up to rest back against his chest.

His arms smoothed around to caress her flat stomach. One hand traveled up to palm one full breast, hearing Sybil gasp as his fingers closed around her nipple, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger. His other slipped beneath her pants and undergarments in one motion, finding her wet center eagerly awaiting him.

He had craved this all day, barely able to contain himself while he waited for her to finish dinner with her family. He had taken a cold shower with no positive effects, his cock still jumped to attention at the mere mention of her name, recalling being inside her warm heat and enveloped in her arms. He knew that being separated from her was going to be difficult but this was ridiculous. He kept telling himself, just one more time and I'll be satisfied, but no sooner had he come down from his release than he was ready to have her again.

She was just so responsive, and when they came together it was like they were communicating with their souls, not needing words to express the deepness of their connection. It was almost like she could read his mind and him hers. He had never believed in soul mates before but she had completely rewritten all the rules, he was sure she was crafted especially for him, like they were already bonded so securely he doubted anything could separate them now.

He was pulled out of his musings when her hand reached up behind his head to grip the hair at the base of neck. He growled low and nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking his way up her neck to whisper in her ear, "I couldn't wait any longer to feel you. Touch you. Taste you." He punctuated each word with a lick and nibble to the outer shell of her ear. She shivered with desire and he felt her clench against his finger as her nipple tightened against his other hand. Stroking his finger into her he pulled out to trace her wetness around her pussy, circling her clit with his now slick fingers before plunging into her again.

She gasped as she turned her head, seeking out his mouth. He didn't disappoint. He kissed her slowly, drawing out every motion of his lips and tongue as she melted into him, his fingers continuing their sweet torture, flicking across her clit in time with his tongue while he mimicked making love with his mouth on hers. She was softly whimpering, the sound making him harden even further. He pushed her forward with his body, mostly supporting her weight as he tried to maneuver her towards the direction of the stairs, knowing the bedrooms were located on the second story. He wanted her desperately but was loath to separate from her.

They stumbled awkwardly for a few feet before reaching the banister. Sybil reached out her hand to grip the polished wood as Tom released his hold on her breast to grip it with her, grinding his cock against her pert bum while she bent forward slightly trying to maintain her balance while he continued to wreak havoc on her dripping center. Tom pulled back to look at the picture she made. Hair falling out of a once perfect ponytail, shirt riding up to reveal a lacey black bra as her head was thrown back in passion, craving him as much as he craved her.

Releasing her from his grip he turned her in his arms as he peeled his shirt off. He pulled her to him, twining one hand in her soft curls as his thumb sweetly stroked her cheek while his other hand stroked down her back to knead her rump as she clutched at his chest. She was panting, mouth slightly open as her body continued to undulate on its own, pressing herself to him as she searched out his lips once more.

Looking at her, sexy and beautiful and all his he couldn't help the words that came out, "I love you so fucking much. I'm so lucky. If I lived a thousand lifetimes, I could never deserve you." He felt his heart clench at how much he really believed that.

He felt so inadequate sometimes when he thought about how amazing this small person was, and how perfect she was in every way. How could a boy from Dublin whose mam was a laundress, who put himself through college working odd jobs and sleeping on friends couches deserve to touch one hair on this heavenly creature's head? She was from a good family, had everything in life available to her, and yet she had found herself broken and scarred. How could he ever live up to what he thought she would want from life? He could never give her a big house like she lived in now. The best he could do was probably something like this old farmhouse, both of them needing to work to provide enough if they wanted to have kids. That wasn't the life she should be living. But he couldn't stop himself from wanting to try. To prove to be enough for her. To have her look at him as husband, father, partner.

He felt moisture tickle the inside of his eyes and tried so hard to stop the lone tear that escaped, making a path down his face. He needed to be strong for her, always. He saw her eyes follow its trail. She reached one hand up to wipe it away, removing the evidence of his doubt as she ran her palm against his cheek. "I know. Let's just agree that were both awesome and stop trying to prove something we already know." She said with a small smile, trying to cheer him up.

He gave one wet chuckle before pulling her face up towards his. He devoured her, pouring all of his unfamiliar emotions into the kiss. He felt vulnerable and wanted to reclaim the passion they had been experiencing moments earlier, wanted to be back on a more comfortable playing field now that he was reassured that she felt the same way. That she wanted him.

And she did.

Her hands gripped his exposed flesh, trying to mold herself to the hard planes of his body. He felt her loosened hair brushing against his nipples as she kissed down his throat. His hardness was pressed painfully against his jeans, begging to be let out. Her hand brushed against it innocently as she reached down to lift off her own shirt. He gave an involuntary hiss and she pulled her lips away, "Are you ok?"

In response he grabbed her small hand and pressed it against his cock, sandwiching it between his hardness and his own hand. He squeezed to show her just what he needed from her. He tensed at the feel of her hand resting against his arousal. He lightened his hold on her as she looked up at him shyly. As their eyes locked she bit her lip between her teeth as she ran her hand down his length. His cock jumped at her touch and the look of desire gazing up at him. She continued stroking him through his denim as he reached behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. Her breasts sprang free as she took a moment to slide the straps and throw the lacey fabric over his shoulder. He unbuckled his belt and popped open the button, pushing his jeans to the floor as he stepped out of them. He clutched her warm body to his, groaning to feel the press of her soft curves against his chest.

Her hardened nipples ran across his flesh, sending goose bumps across his arms as he pulled her even closer, ravishing her mouth. He walked her backwards until she bumped her heels against the bottom stair. She dragged him down as she sat on the third step, his body fitting perfectly between her opened legs as he descended. He pushed his hips against her pelvis, thrusting his erection against her covered center. She moaned loudly as he gripped the step above her head and thrusted again making her head fall back as he licked his way up her neck to capture her ear lobe between his teeth.

Her legs hitched around his hips as she met his movements with some of her own. She reached around him to grab his backside, forcing him against her even harder. She lifted her hips, rubbing against him, the friction make him even harder. "Off" he whispered huskily into her ear.

She didn't pretend to misunderstand. She reached down, pulling off the last vestiges of her clothing, leaving her bare beneath him. He removed his briefs, giving his length one glorious stroke before returning to his previous position on top of her. He captured her lips in a slow seduction as he guided himself into her hot center. She was so wet and tight that he had to hold himself still to stop from coming so quickly. He pushed in even deeper as she sighed sexily in his ear, arching her back against the cold stairs as he kissed his way back to her mouth.

He started to pull out of her, slowly inch by inch. He took his length in his hand and ran his cock around the outside of her pussy, letting the tip run over her clit, eliciting a delicious moan from a shaking Sybil. Her mouth opened on a gasp and he plunged his tongue into her mouth at the same time he rammed his member back into her heat.

He grabbed her leg and draped it over his hips as he slipped deeper into her. Feeling her sheath surround him he couldn't stop himself from pulling out only to rush back into her, setting a hurried rhythm. She lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts as he pounded into her. His hand slide from where it was holding her leg up to find the bundle of nerves placed just above where his cock was delivering an unrelenting pace to her quivering insides. He stroked her with his thumb as he continued to drive into her. Her breathing quickened and she began moaning loudly in his ear, "Yes, oh god Tom, yes! I'm so close….I'm going to...to…."

"That's it love, come for me M'fhíorghrá." He said as she clutched at his shoulders, her eyes squeezing shut.

She moaned loudly as he felt her walls clench around him. He quickened his pace, driving into her roughly, drawing out her orgasm as he felt his creeping up the base of his spine. He came hard, spilling into her heat as her walls continued to milk him, his breath tore from his chest as he sighed her name.

It took him a moment for his brain to come down to a normal functioning level again. He felt Sybil's relaxed body beneath him and he took in their surroundings for the first time since entering the house. He started to laugh, the movement vibrating through his body to where they were still joined causing Sybil to gasp at the sensation. "What is so funny?" her disgruntled statement and pouty face making him laugh even harder.

He kissed her scrunched up nose as he said, "We're on the stairs."

She raised her head and looked around, "Damn….we are." And collapsed back into a fit of giggles.

He slipped from her as she continued laughing and he moved to sit on the step next to her head, brushing back the hair from her face.

"Ow, that's going to hurt tomorrow" she said as she gingerly sat up, rubbing her back.

He tensed, shocked that he hadn't thought about her comfort at all in his haste to have her. She wasn't complaining, that he remembered but now she was ailing, and it was all his fault. He clearly didn't deserve her, he was no better for her than the bastard who hurt her. He had hurt her. He saw the redness creeping up her spine, evidence of his brutality and stuttered, shocked at his own selfish stupidity.

"Love, I'm so sorry. I didn't think, I should have…" he began but was silenced by a very delicate pair of fingers closing his lips together.

"I'm fine, I promise. Just a little sore is all. You didn't do anything I wasn't begging for." She assured him as her soft hands caressed his doubtful face.

"But your back! I hurt you! Sybil I'm so sorry….I wasn't thinking, but that's no excuse. I can take you home if you want. Now." He moved to stand up but was blocked as she stood also, hands on her generous hips as she glared up at him.

Her brows furrowed as she spoke in her best dance teacher voice, "Listen to what I'm saying. I. Am. Fine. I know I don't seem like it sometimes but I'm not some delicate little flower to be put on some pedestal and admired from afar. I am a woman. And a very horny one at that since you've come into my life, but that's beside the point. I love you. And I wouldn't let you do anything…intimately if I wasn't comfortable with it. We just made hot passionate love on a staircase! Please do not ruin it by being all noble. You're killing my post coital cuddling time!" she actually stamped her foot down which was made less serious by the fact that she was standing before him completely nude.

He raised one eyebrow as he stared her down, giving her the opportunity to retract her statement and demand to be taken home. She cocked her eyebrow as well, perfectly mimicking him as she grinned devilishly back him. He chuckled at her desire to bully him into submission. He relented, always aiming to please her. He was sure that if she was really hurt, she would tell him. He trusted her to know what she needed and wanted especially from him. He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips as he pulled her up the stairs, carefully walking backwards as they ascended to the top floor.

"Is milady grumpy she didn't get any cuddling? Let's see what I can do about that." when they reached the top step he swung her up into his arms, carrying her down the hallway and into the master bedroom as she continued to look at him sternly. The sheets had been changed just last week, Thomas assured him, and he set Sybil down next to the bed as he stripped the top blanket off, motioning Sybil to climb in. She seemed skeptical of him but did as he bade. He crawled in next to her and molded his body behind hers, spooning her. She was fitted perfectly against him and she sighed in contentment as his arms stroked down hers.

"How's this love?" he asked as she snuggled deeper into the pillow.

"Mmmm lovely." She replied on a breathy sigh. He felt his cock harden unbelievably considering how exhausted he felt, both physically and emotionally. He had faced meeting her friends, introducing her to his, interviewing for a new position and the inner turmoil he had felt all day trying to figure out how best to not scare her away with his intense emotions where she was considered.

"I love you." He said, as he felt her relax happily against him.

"Mmmm…love you too. Lots. Too much." She said sleepily.

"too much?" he questioned, wondering if she felt that he was too much or this was too much or…

"Mmmm yeah…love you too much, not good enough for you. Deserve some blonde, less English, less problems. Less awful family." She murmured.

Chuckling at her tired logic he relaxed behind her, glad that she was feeling the same as he was, although he shouldn't really be surprised at this point. They were one in the same, souls connected. If he was feeling insecure maybe she was picking up on it, making her doubtful as well. He would make a change, starting right now, to always be sure of them, to never doubt her again. They were made for each other, they both knew it, and they were both determined to make it work, whatever happened they would face it as a team.

Smiling he stroked her hair back, kissing her head and whispering, "My darling girl, you are perfect, in every way, even if you are English. We can make you blonde if you want but I much prefer brunettes."

She pouted her face as she shifted around, snuggling her face into his chest. "Cheeky bastard." She grumbled.

"I'll have you know my parents were most definitely married…at least by the time I was born." He said laughing.

She smacked his arm as she tried not to giggle. He could feel her shoulders shaking with the barely contained laughter.

"I just happened to be a very big baby for being born four months early, probably all those potatoes Mam loved so much. No one dared say anything at my baptism though, would've got a hanger in the arm I'm sure. She was always so dangerous with those things." He said seriously.

She couldn't help and began giggling loudly as he feigned a remembered beating, giving her his best puppy dog eyes. She kissed him loudly on the lips before settling back down to sleep.

"You're awful Tom Branson! But you're all mine." She said as she nuzzled her face into his chest, stroking his stomach as she sighed contentedly.

He folded his arms around her, drawing her into him more fully as he kissed the top of her head again.

"And you are mine Sybil Crawley. All mine."

M'fhíorghrá =my true love