Friday Storytime- Downton Abbey/Maurice crossover
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kitarella_imaginesChapter 9: Caught in the Headlights
After the match, Thomas catches Clive in a compromising position and knows his future at Pendersleigh is certainly doomed.
Content warning for sex scenes.
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Thomas didn’t get much of a chance to rest however, because after he’d eaten some sandwiches, then changed back into his footman’s uniform, he was called for by Durham. No rest for the wicked, he thought.
“Ah Thomas, there you are,” he said. “Jolly well done today. You’re an excellent cricketer. Splendid man.” He was beaming, his hair had escaped its usual subservience and was fluffing out luxuriantly. “I’d like a bath, please.” He smiled into Thomas’s face and patted his arm.
So would I, thought Thomas, but he said, “of course sir, shall I run it now?”
“Yes please.” Durham hesitated as if he wanted to say something else. “You really are a splendid fellow, Thomas. Your cricketing skills are…outstanding.” His expression was open and admiring, it made Thomas catch his breath at the man’s sheer beauty. “I mean, for a servant.”
“I'll—just—er—” He had to spoil it didn’t he, calling me a servant? He strode to the bathroom and turned on the taps.
“I want a long soak, so don’t hurry back,” the squire instructed him. “Bring fresh towels in an hour.”
Thomas thought Durham would be wrinkled as a prune after that long in the bath, but didn’t say anything.
***
He hadn’t much to do now, so for once he sat down quietly for a rest. The other servants complimented him on his prowess at the cricket match, he’d played a big part in ensuring the estate team had beaten the village team. And for that, he was allowed some rest for an hour. Even Simcox turned a blind eye to Thomas sitting down reading the newspaper.
But then it was off to work again. He fetched the towels from the laundry room and set off to Durham’s bedroom. There was no answer when he knocked, so he quietly tiptoed in. There was a strange thrashing, groaning noise coming from the adjoining bathroom, which was worrying. Was the squire drowning? Thomas prepared for a rescue.
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After the match, Thomas catches Clive in a compromising position and knows his future at Pendersleigh is certainly doomed.
Content warning for sex scenes.
~~~~
Thomas didn’t get much of a chance to rest however, because after he’d eaten some sandwiches, then changed back into his footman’s uniform, he was called for by Durham. No rest for the wicked, he thought.
“Ah Thomas, there you are,” he said. “Jolly well done today. You’re an excellent cricketer. Splendid man.” He was beaming, his hair had escaped its usual subservience and was fluffing out luxuriantly. “I’d like a bath, please.” He smiled into Thomas’s face and patted his arm.
So would I, thought Thomas, but he said, “of course sir, shall I run it now?”
“Yes please.” Durham hesitated as if he wanted to say something else. “You really are a splendid fellow, Thomas. Your cricketing skills are…outstanding.” His expression was open and admiring, it made Thomas catch his breath at the man’s sheer beauty. “I mean, for a servant.”
“I'll—just—er—” He had to spoil it didn’t he, calling me a servant? He strode to the bathroom and turned on the taps.
“I want a long soak, so don’t hurry back,” the squire instructed him. “Bring fresh towels in an hour.”
Thomas thought Durham would be wrinkled as a prune after that long in the bath, but didn’t say anything.
***
He hadn’t much to do now, so for once he sat down quietly for a rest. The other servants complimented him on his prowess at the cricket match, he’d played a big part in ensuring the estate team had beaten the village team. And for that, he was allowed some rest for an hour. Even Simcox turned a blind eye to Thomas sitting down reading the newspaper.
But then it was off to work again. He fetched the towels from the laundry room and set off to Durham’s bedroom. There was no answer when he knocked, so he quietly tiptoed in. There was a strange thrashing, groaning noise coming from the adjoining bathroom, which was worrying. Was the squire drowning? Thomas prepared for a rescue.
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