AN: I'm sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes in the previous chapter, as I accidentally posted the original version, as opposed to the edited one! I'll do better in the future, I promise! And now, for your enjoyment, Chapter Two!
"Oh my- He's kissing me!" Mary's thoughts raced as she felt Matthews's warm lips on her own. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck, and locking her fingers in his blonde hair, just as she'd imagined so many times. His arms snaked around her waist, holding her as close to his body as he possibly could, and trying, in this singular kiss, to send all of the love he felt for her to her, to make it known.
Mary's heart thrummed like a humming birds wings within her chest as she felt his teeth gently against her lips, and she let out a sigh against his lips. Her thoughts that had raced just seconds before silenced as she focused on this- this kiss, this unrestrained love she could feel course through her like blood. It was the best feeling she'd ever known the most wonderful sensation in the world. She'd been kissed before- many times, playful pecks on the lips mostly- some more serious, but never like this… even Pamuk had not been-
"Pamuk….Oh God will he come to haunt me now!?" Mary's thoughts screamed. She pulled away, very reluctantly, noting how absolutely handsome Matthew looked with his eyes dark with desire. "I'm sorry- we should not have done that." Mary said with shaking breaths. "I'm sorry, Mary. I'd forgotten." Matthew sighed. "Forgotten what?" Mary asked, suddenly afraid he knew about her indiscretion. "The letter you'd written me, saying you were going to become engaged to Richard Carlisle." Matthew said the man's name with bitterness, having momentarily forgotten his own fiancée. "Oh- yes, that." Mary sighed.
"Yes, that. So, Lady Mary is finally going to settle?" Matthew asked, his heart aching with the words, unable, and unwilling to imagine Mary ever kissing, or touching, or being touched by any man who wasn't him. "I suppose I must. I lost the only chance I've ever gotten for true happiness, my own fault, and now I must pay." She'd meant for the comment to come out dripping with sarcasm, but rather they came out with something just short of a sob. "Mary do you mean," "Yes Matthew, I do, I honestly do!" Mary's eyes pricked with tears for what felt like the hundredth time today.
Matthew swallowed nervously, and cupped Mary's face gently in his large hands. "Then I must ask you, why didn't you accept me then Mary? You broke my heart." His voice was void of emotion. "I'd tell you- But I'm afraid that you would despise me." Her voice could barely hold up. "I don't think I would." He encouraged gently, seeing perhaps a glimmer of hope for the first time. "You must promise to listen to it all, before you make any comment." Mary said sternly.
"I promise Mary, please, tell me." Mary took a deep breath, and smoothed her hair. "Matthew, do you remember the Turkish man, Pamuk who stayed here at downton, a few years ago?" Mary asked. "That poor chap who died? Yes I do whatever for?" Matthew's eyes narrowed as he remembered how Mary had flirted with the Turkish Diplomat. "He died in my bed."
AN: Thanks for reading! Sorry for the short chapters, but there will be another soon! Feel free to rate and review!