Imagine your OTP laying in the bed of a truck in a bunch of pillows. wrapped in a blanket, cuddling under the stars.


Their afternoon walk led them onto the eastern hills of Downton, into the fields full of tall grass where the closest tenant's sheep often grazed. The sun was warm but the breeze cool, characteristic of most autumn days, and somehow neither Robert nor Cora realized just how far they'd strolled from the house.

"Robert are we even still on our grounds?" Cora queried as they reached the crest of the hill. She smiled, seeing the house in the distance, and turned up to look at her husband in question.

"Of course; it's all ours, my darling," he replied with a chuckle.

Cora rolled her eyes, gripping at the crook of his arm just a bit tighter. "You know what I meant," she answered, bumping into him playfully with her hip. "We don't usually come all the way up here."

"No," Robert agreed, glancing around. He pointed off to the side where a dusty work truck was parked by several hay bales. "The Weston's use this land for sheep; Tom mentioned something about them expanding, actually. They must have left the truck."

Cora hummed in agreement, still gazing down at their lovely house; the pale yellowed stone gleaming in the late afternoon sun and the flag whipped gracefully in the wind. "I confess my feet are rather sore, darling," she replied after a pause. "I'm not used to such vigorous afternoon exercise."

Robert smirked and chuckled again. "I don't remember you complaining yesterday afternoon when we—"

Cora interrupted him with a teasing slap to the arm. "Ah, ah. That would be most ungentlemanly to speak of," she laughed. "And besides, that did not require me to be on my feet."

"Do you need to sit for a moment before we turn back?" Robert looked around, frowning slightly to see not even so much as a stump to sit on, and Cora frowned in understanding, shrugging her shoulders.

"I suppose not," she replied.

She turned to move, ready to trudge back down the hill, but Robert reached out to grasp her arm gently. "The truck? I'm sure Mr Weston will not mind if we avail ourselves of it for just a few moments…"

"You want to drive it?" Cora asked, gazing amusedly.

"No, of course not," Robert scoffed. "We can sit in the back while you rest your feet." And, suiting action to words, he led his hesitant wife over to the large vehicle, happy to find an old woolen blanket—albeit spotted with hay—rolled in the back. Carefully unrolling it, he helped his wife hop up onto the back and followed after her, wrapping an arm securely around her waist.

"This is nice," Cora murmured, settling into his shoulder.

"Yes," Robert replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead and breathing in the familiar scent of her hair, "it is very nice indeed."