AN: Hello! I've another chapter for you! Sorry for the spelling mistakes in the last chapter! I usually re read them and edit them more carefully, but I was a bit distracted. I know, I know lame excuse! I hope you'll forgive me if I write you an awesome chapter! Also, I've never been very date and time specific, but for the purpose of this chapter, I'm going to establish a date that may or may not be correct. Just go with it…
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Downton Abby!
"To us." Mary smiled as she and Matthew gently clinked together there glasses of champagne. "Darling, do you realize this is the first time we've been on a trip together?" Matthew asked, taking Mary's hand from across the table. "I suppose it is! Well then, this is our wedding trip. A wedding trip to see a wedding. I think it's just lovely." Mary smiled. "I wish we'd been able to take our wedding trip after our real wedding. But I suppose it's just as good to go for the year after." She continued.
"What did you say?" Matthew asked. "Oh Matthew darling, I know our wedding was quickly thrown together, but don't tell me you've already forgotten our anniversary!" Mary groaned, pulling her hand away angrily. "Mary, I" "No, no I'm sorry I got so upset. When we were married there was a war on… I know the dates must not have been at the forefront of your mind… I was just hoping…" as Mary rambled; Matthew reached into his pocket, and pulled out the small box that was held together with a white ribbon.
"As if I would have forgotten that we married on March twentieth, nineteen eighteen, at two o'clock in the afternoon. You wore a blue dress with lace trim, and your grandmother's jewelry. You had a bouquet of pink roses, and you were so amazingly beautiful." Matthew described and reached a hand to gently caress Mary's cheek. "My, you really do remember everything." Mary placed her hand over his, and kissed his palm very softly. "And on that night, you wore a pink nightgown, made of lace, and a silk pink dressing gown. It was the first time I saw you with your hair down, and you were even lovelier than any other sight I'd ever seen." Matthew reminisced as he watched Mary's blush spread from her cheeks, to the point where her flesh was covered in red fabric. "Matthew, you shouldn't say such things in public!" She scolded good naturedly.
"I have something for you." He was grinning from ear to ear as he placed the box in his wife's hand. "Oh darling, you didn't have to get me anything." She said honestly. "I know I didn't. But I do love the opportunity to spoil the mother of my children." He chuckled. "Well when you put it that way." She smiled as she opened the box. "Oh Matthew! You shouldn't have!" She gasped when she saw the beautiful necklace, a single round ruby surrounded by a cluster of small diamonds, all together in a web of thin gold threads. "I saw it in a shop and it so reminded me of your engagement ring… I couldn't pass it by. May I?" Matthew asked as he stood and went behind his wife to place the necklace around her neck. "Of course." She bit her lip to fight back happy tears. She couldn't believe it'd only been one year that she'd been married to Matthew, when so much had happened. She'd born him two children, cared for him when he was in his chair, seen him become strong again, and seen him through his bout of depression. She'd seen Edith married, and now Sybil was only days away from becoming the same. She'd gotten into a horrible fight with her father that had yet to be resolved.
But it had been, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the best year of her life.
"Let's go upstairs." Mary suggested quietly. "Now? You haven't finished your champagne." Matthew said, his lips forming a smirk. "It doesn't matter." She stood up took his hand, and whispered in his ear "We're going to go to our room, this instant, and we're going to make love all night."
Matthew felt a chill run down his spine as he lay payment down on the pub table, and pulled the key to their room out of his pocket. "Anything you'd like darling." He promised, and pressed a kiss to her temple. They walked very calmly out of the dining room, and waited until they'd reached the stairs to begin running, and laughing like children. When they reached their door, Matthew quickly unlocked it, and they eagerly entered, and re locked the door.
Matthew scarcely had time to turn around when Mary's lips where on his, her hands tangled in his golden hair. Not that he minded though. He lifted her around the waist, never breaking the kiss, and set her on the bed, and took a moment to admire how beautiful she looked, her eyes dark with desire, her lips plump and red…
Mary felt that her entire body was on fire, from her head to her toes. Every part of her body longed for Matthew's touch, and his kiss, and the small distance that had formed between them would just not do. She reached up, and grabbed his tie, pulling him down to her with strength that was surprising for a woman of her size. She was quick to push his jacket away, and run her hands over his fine, muscular shoulders. "Mrs. Crawley, what has gotten into you?" He asked between kisses pressed on her quickly bared shoulders. "It's simple Mr. Crawley. We've been so busy lately… we've scarcely had enough time for this. And I want you." She almost growled.
Clothing was quickly shed, and hot, passionate kisses where exchanged again, and again. They moved together, quickly, and roughly, both crying out in ecstasy, before collapsing together, positively out of breath. "That was…" Mary gasped, unable to find words. "Perfection?" Matthew suggested as he moved to kiss his bride again. "You read my mind Mr. Crawley." She smiled against his lips, and placed her hands in his hair.
"I do love you, so terribly much." He told her as he gently nipped at her ears. "I know." She gasped playfully, and they joined each other once more in that perfect world they created together.
AN: As I said before, this chapter really had no purpose other than the fact that I think we all need a healthy dose of Matthew and Mary fluff. So what we have here is I suppose, a spoon full of sugar! Thanks for reading!
