A/N: So we've reached the half-way point! And as I've already mentioned on my tumblr, I'm throwing a little contest. Send me a message on here or via tumblr with the number of your favorite drabble and whichever wins I will write a full length one-shot about.
Imagine Person A blowing a kiss to Person B. Person B dodges, and runs. Person A gives chase, and makes sure that the kiss is properly received.
They were holed up in the library, as was their newly established custom. Robert had heard two maids whispering near the servants' staircase about how Lord and Lady Downton spent more time in Lady Downton's bedroom than was proper. Not one to buck against societal customs too much, Robert hatched a plan that seemed to assuage the servant's gossip and his and Cora's…desires, so to speak.
It had been two months. Two months since he had located his good sense and told Cora how desperately in love with her he was. And my, oh my, had they been a glorious two months. For the first month, at least, they'd spent most of their days in Cora's room…in bed…rediscovering the things that should have been more fully explored from the start of their marriage. But at the start of month two, and the start of gossiping maids, Robert decided that they should spend more time downstairs—thus explaining their decampment to the library. His parents avoided the room like the plague, as did his sister who had caught them in a compromising position several days earlier. The room had certainly been put to very, very good use.
Cora stood, stretching out her legs, and gazed out the window. "I think I might go for a walk," she mused, taking in the beautiful sunny day.
"A walk? But—but I have not finished these letters yet," Robert practically whined, nodding down at the unfinished stack before him.
"Perhaps I'll go and when I return we can take our tea in the drawing room." Cora replied, already energized at the prospect of the fresh summer air.
"The…drawing room?" Robert screwed up his face in confusion and sighed dramatically when she began moving toward the door. "Alright then, fine. I shall see you for tea." He smiled at his beautiful wife, and in a moment of uncharacteristic enthusiasm, pressed his fingers to his lips and blew her a kiss.
Cora, feeling particularly mischievous, immediately ducked her head and nearly backed right into the settee. "You've horrible aim," she laughed, dodging his second attempt as well.
Robert was never one to take a challenge lightly and so no sooner had she turned to leave once more did he take off running clear across the room. She had no time to escape his boisterous laughter and excited grasp when he bounded to her in a handful of quick steps. Knocking them both backward onto the settee, they dissolved into a fit of laughter—stopping only a few moments later when Robert leaned down to press a kiss to his wife's forehead, tenderly brushing back a stray lock of hair as well. She grinned up at him, communicating her silent thanks.
"I love you, Cora, and I would chase you to the ends of the Earth," he explained softly. And then, ever so gently, he punctuated his words with a kiss—making sure this one was properly received.