Alright, the whole one-shot thing just didn't work out. I apologize, but it was too tempting to look behind some other closed doors. So i chose to make this a series of lose little episodes that aren't to be taken too seriously.

Little Secrets

Dorothy Williams was holding her breath. While that was a rather common occurrence since she had started to work for Miss Fisher, it usually happened for very different reasons. At this moment in time the maid wasn't hiding from a rapist, murderer or robber, but from her employer.

It all had started harmless enough with the realisation that the bathtub in Miss Fisher's bedroom once again needed a good scrub. So Dot had put herself to work. And really she guessed it was her own fault. She probably should have left the door open or not hidden herself away behind the screen or... Truthfully she was not sure how she could have prevented what had happened next. Because the door had suddenly crashed open and when she had stared at it in shock she had spotted her Mistress who, in a motion that was best described as wrestling, had dragged a man through it behind herself, never detaching herself from his lips. The couple hadn't wasted much time disposing of some, if not all, clothes, somehow kicking the door shut in the process and crashing onto the bed that, Dot found herself contemplating silently, she had only just fixed half an hour ago.

Now there was a lot going on that a good catholic girl really shouldn't be witness to. To her surprise Dot Williams found it rather... interesting. She had never really thought too much about Sex even though she was of course quite sure it needed to happen in order to have children with your husband. And yes, she also had known that it was something that quite regularly occurred in this very bedroom even if she chose to ignore that fact, mostly for her own sanity. Getting Miss Fisher's lifestyle into one small head with a rather strict priest's opinions on what it should be, was a task too big for Dot to accomplish in this lifetime. But here she was now, listening involuntarily to a lot of synchronised moaning and groaning and other noises that she could not quite sort. And while there was a heat on her face that was attached to a furious blush, there was also a warmth in her stomach that had nothing to do with embarrassment. Which was odd, really.

However, it didn't solve the question of what to do. Dorothy was quite aware that she wasn't hidden well and while both her Mistress and her guest were obviously busy at this stage, it was only a question of time till they would resurface from whatever sphere they were floating around in. And then she would stand there, still holding on to a stupid Sponge and a tub of gumption with burning cheeks and a guilty look on her face. She always looked guilty even if she hadn't done anything forbidden. And this felt very forbidden indeed.

Dot retreated a bit further behind the screen and wondered if she could just disappear into thin air. There was movement over on the bed and a few seconds later a muffled scream that brought on a new wave of heat to several parts of Dot's body, while mostly concentrating on her cheeks. In the chaos of emotions she had almost missed the word, but when it finally sunk in, it shocked her somewhat. But before Miss Williams had time to contemplate, curiosity took over. Biting her lip, she snuck closer to have a look at the bed. What she saw didn't upset her as much as it should have. Alright, she guessed she had seen Phryne Fisher naked a hundred times and while she looked rather different right now than in a bathtub, it wasn't really something that would surprise her loyal maid. There was currently not much to be seen of the man underneath her Mistress, but Dot was also quite sure it was not the person she had been expecting. A coincidence? Or maybe... Dorothy couldn't help but smile to herself when she pulled back to her hiding spot. There was more moaning and groaning, focused on his side this time and Dot found she was slightly rolling her eyes. He did have a sense for the dramatic. For the form of build up he was showing off, it was over rather quickly and then all there was to hear was quiet panting. A thouroughly breathless and completely unfamiliar voice finally spoke.

"You could have said you have forgotten my name, Miss Fisher. I would not have been offended."

"Whatever makes you say that, Phillip?" Her Mistress asked, obviously confused and Dot had to press a hand to her mouth to hold back a giggle.

"You called me Jack before. Repeatedly."

Now he did sound rather insulted, in fact like he was about to withdraw into a corner to pout. Dorothy knew Phryne Fisher well enough to be able to imagine the look on her face right now. She would bounce back however and sure enough, only missing half a beat she spoke again.

"Well, you do look like a Jack."

The maid took the opportunity to glimpse around the corner. Phillip had indeed a slight resemblance to Inspector Robinson, if mostly by the colour of his eyes and his haircut. Other than that he looked rather forgettable, Dot found herself thinking loyally. No comparison to the dashing policeman.

"So, what does a Jack look like then, Miss Fisher?" The man asked oblivious to her train of thoughts.

Phryne bit her lip that had only about half the amount of lipstick attached it usually held, while the rest was spread over both their faces, in a thoughtful gesture and offered with a flirtatious smile: "Handsome, smart and rather charming..." Dot didn't miss the slightly glazed look in Phryne's eyes while she fought the impression that her mistress had currently not her bed partner in mind. The man however didn't seem to notice and was kissing Miss Fisher's naked shoulder in an effort to prove said charms to her. Still smiling, she ran her hands through his hair and only a very observant person knowing her quite well, someone like her assistant sleuth for example, could have noticed the glimpse of disappointment that ghosted over her features, before she latched herself onto his lips to start a second round.

Dorothy Williams decided she had seen and heard enough. Taking a deep breath she straightened her shoulders and stepped out from behind the screen. Mr. Phillip had rolled himself on top of her Mistress, showing her a naked butt that the maid rather hadn't seen and brought back the blush she had almost forgotten about. With quiet steps she rushed to the door while never taking her eyes of the bed, which went quite well till about halfway there, when Phryne Fisher's eyes opened and focused on the servant standing in the middle of her bedroom, looking lost and a bit guilty. Her lips cracked into a knowing smile and she pulled her bed partner down into another kiss before he could notice the intruder, giving Dot only the slightest of winks. Releasing a breath, Miss Williams scrambled out the door and down the stairs. While she was glad to have escaped she wasn't sure if she should tell anyone about this. A part of her burst to share the news with someone. Maybe Mr. Butler would understand her excitement about what she had witnessed or Hugh? No, definitely not Hugh. She couldn't help but grin, thinking about his face if she would as much as mention the sexual activities she had observed. And she couldn't exactly share the conversation without the circumstances. No, not Hugh. She honestly didn't feel a huge desire to tell Father Grogan either, even though she should probably confess this on Sunday. Dot was quite convinced the priest would find her actions sinful, despite the uncertainty on how she could have prevented them without maybe setting fire to the house. And while god's forgiveness might be eternal, there would have to be a lot of baking to earn Father Grogan's.