This is the first story of a series of short stories. There isn't much of a plot...just a lot of frustration relief shall we say lol Be warned...it is pushing the M rating so don't go any further if you're not into that. Posted on AO3, but thought I would share it here as well since there's just not enough Richard/Isobel stories these days.

Shoving Isobel up against the wall, Richard covered her lips with his, one hand flipping the lock on the door as the other gripped her thigh and lifted it so that he could grind his lower body against hers.

She'd been insufferable today, leaving a path of snarls and tears in her wake as she moved through the hospital.

His nurses didn't deserve it and he knew that normally Isobel was better in control of herself, but Cora had said the wrong thing today. He'd stood by and let her get by with it because of who she was in comparison to him.

When he'd confronted Isobel about how she'd been acting, she'd snarled at him and accused him of all sorts of things and he'd finally snapped.

So here they were…up against the wall by the door of his office.

Isobel's fingers dug into Richard's sides as he continued his assault on her lips and body. His body was rigid beneath his trousers, his hands gentle, yet not, as one kneaded her thigh while the other was at her blouse fussing with buttons she was afraid were soon going to be flying across the room.

The fact that they were in Richard's office at the hospital was lost on the both of them.

Richard simply didn't care where he was and Isobel was in too much shock at what was happening.

Not that she minded what was happening.

Why would she?

The man she had loved for far longer than she wanted to admit was drugging her senses with his kisses.

And…

And she'd never been taken up against a wall before.

The intensity was also like none she'd ever experienced.

Reginald had been a traditional, gentle lover.

Richard was…

Not.

He wasn't hurting her, she knew that he'd never do that no matter the haze his mind may be in, but she also knew that she would have bruises tomorrow.

Richard felt Isobel's fingers digging into his flesh and hazily wondered when she'd pulled his shirttails from his trousers and lifted his vest. Thinking about the marks his skin would have tomorrow from her nails, he mentally shrugged as he moved his lips from her mouth to her neck. Sucking at the soft skin, he made his way up to her ear, nibbling on the lobe before tracing the rim with the tip of his tongue.

Isobel heard the distinct plink plink sound of buttons hitting the floor then felt the cool air of the room touch her overheated skin. The sound she made escaped as a keening whine when Richard buried his hungry mouth between her breasts. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held him to her, pulling and tugging at the soft strands as he gently nipped her with his teeth then soothed with his tongue before taking a taut sensitive nipple into his mouth.

Richard had thought that the taste of her mouth was something he'd never get enough of, but now that he was tasting her skin, he realized he'd been wrong. Her skin was soft against his lips, he could taste the saltiness of the perspiration that glistened in the low light of the lamp above their heads. He was sure that he could also taste the oil she'd used in her bath, and then…there was something he couldn't describe and knew that it was her, solely and completely her.

And he couldn't get enough of it.

Would never get enough of it.

Isobel wanted more than just his trouser clad body grinding against her. His hand was shoving her skirt up higher until she felt his fingers at the pearl button that he only had to slip through a tiny hole to have her knickers falling down around her ankles. Which was perfectly fine by her.

She whimpered as the satin pooled at her feet and warm searching fingers were moving over the sensitive flesh he'd exposed. Her head banged back against the wall when he slid two fingers inside her and curled them finding a spot inside her that made her feel like she was going to lose her mind.

Pulling back, Richard watched as he worked Isobel higher and higher until she was biting her lip to hold back her scream as she fell into her release. Fumbling with his trousers, he arched an eyebrow when he found that Isobel had managed to undo everything but the buttons. Freeing himself, he lifted her leg higher and then pushed forward, filling her and testing every ounce of his control. Wanting nothing more than to start thrusting wildly, letting everything go, he held back, waiting for her to signal him that she was ready.

It didn't take long for Isobel to want more. Usually her completion was just that…she was done and completely wiped out. But now…she was energized and needed more. Needed Richard to take her fully. Cupping the back of his head, she pulled his face close and held his eyes. "Take me…now," she breathed before covering his mouth with hers, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

Staring down into brown eyes darkened by arousal, Richard lifted her until she had her legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck and then he let go of his control and took her. Thrusting with no rhythm only wild abandonment, he never took his eyes off hers, watched as they widened when he paused in his thrusting to grind against her then wildly started thrusting again. The sound of their flesh coming together mingled with the mewling cries that were sounding low in Isobel's throat and only spurred him on until he was reaching down between them to touch her, making sure that she wasn't left behind.

Isobel saw it in his eyes. His control was gone. Feeling his thumb against her, circling and pressing that little nub that she knew would always break her…she felt her eyes go wide as she cried out just moments before Richard thrust deep inside her and let go…his release filling her just before his forehead bumped against the wall beside her head.

Richard released her and felt her legs slide from around him, heard her shoes hit the floor, the rustling of her skirt slipping back into place. Groaning as he took deep breaths, he lifted his head and backed away from her. Tidying himself, he sighed as he looked back up at her. "I'm sorry, Isobel. I had no right to do that, especially not in anger."

Isobel frowned as she bent down to look for the buttons of her blouse. "Richard, make sense," she told him as she looked up at him.

"I am making sense," he told her as he joined her in her search. Picking up tiny bits of pearl after tiny bits of pearl, he shook his head. "I'm afraid when we leave, there will be issues. We were there by the door and not very quiet."

Isobel paused and looked up toward where they'd just been, her eyes widening as if it just dawned on her where they were. Studying the door for a moment, she turned to look at Richard and shrugged. "Who cares."

"Isobel!" Richard hissed. "You can't be serious. What's gotten into you?" he asked and then held up a hand when she started to respond. "Don't answer that last question with, you did. You know what I mean."

Isobel rolled her eyes…this man knew her too well. "Better than before…now," her bloody inner voice mocked her. "That's the only answer I have."

Standing up, Richard scowled down at her. "Stop it. You've left a wake of crying and snarling nurses and staff all through this hospital today. I know that Lady Grantham was rather harsh and snide with her comments, but Isobel…you've surely grown past responding to her childishness by now."

Isobel stood with her arms crossed, glaring at him from her spot across the room. "Well, obviously I haven't. I'm tired of her thinking that she's far superior to me. That bloody title is only hers because she married it. And you!" she hissed at him. "You just stood there."

"What was I supposed to do? I'm not your husband and that would be the only way I would have the right to interfere."

Isobel rolled her eyes. "Damnable peerage system!"

"Well like it or not, it's what rules our lives. Mine more so than yours. As the mother of the heir to the Grantham title, you have more freedom to snap back. I, on the other hand, rely on them for my livelihood." Moving over to the sink in the corner of his office, he washed his hands, trying to calm himself. Fighting with her as he was…well…his body wasn't ready for another round, though it seemed to think it was. Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. What a fine damned mess he'd gotten himself into.