Ungloved
Between 2x7 and 2x8
"How much longer do you think we'll have to wait?" said Sybil one night in the garage, as she gazed at Tom. She knew postponing their plans to marry was best, but that didn't make it easy. Particularly when Mary kept babying her and even asking if she would be interested attending a dinner party where Sybil was certain to meet other young men.
And especially when Tom gazed at her like that.
"Not much longer, I promise," Tom said. "I've been saving every bit of money for our passage, and I've asked all my friends and relatives to send me possible journalism options. I've even written to Mama about you. As soon as I get a good lead and a response from Mam, we'll be on our way."
"On our way," Sybil said, savoring the words. "Every day becomes more difficult to live here, Tom. I'm not allowed to speak or do anything important, Mary's already encouraging me to attend dinner parties, and I must wear all these pointless clothes!"
She fingered her silk dress and corset underneath, and her fancy satin gloves.
"I can do something about that," Tom said smugly. He pulled at the satin, and his warm, naked hand touched hers.
Her hand was free.
