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Love your cobert drabbles and fanfics!! Please write more!! Hope you are doing well 😘🥰😉

So I had a very, very old request for a long-lost prompt list. They requested #18 which was an angsty “All you had to do was stay.” I do not know where that request went, so I am answering this more open-ended one from 2020 instead. Thank you Anon of Bygone Times. I am doing well! And I hope you are, too.

Just felt like doing a little something! Hurt/Comfort really. Post ANE. Please forgive the clunkiness xoxox

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Angst #18 - All You Had to Do Was Stay

Her mouth felt as if it was stuffed with cotton and her tongue felt dry and thick. It was over, but the taste remained: mineraly and sharp, a bitter tang. It filled up her entire mouth and nose, the taste and smell indistinguishable from each other. She needed water.

Cora opened her eyes and immediately blinked. She worked for a moment to adjust her vision, pressing her eyelids softly and then peering into the afternoon rays of sun coming in at an odd angle to the room. Oh, her head pounded and throbbed. Water; where was the water?

She closed her eyes again and rested her head back against the thin pillow. She’d prayed it wouldn’t be like this. The first few times she’d done the treatment, as Doctor Clarkson had called it, she’d gagged, of course. But she managed the small measured portions of raw liver she’d been prescribed to eat over the course of the day. She could have the injections just as soon as they were shipped from London; this would get easier—less frequent. But after a week, and with the shipment still missing, she found she could no longer stomach it. She managed her portion at luncheon, just barely finding the strength to swallow the gelatinous mush in her mouth that had once been neat cubes upon her plate. But then the vomiting began at tea. And it didn’t stop. The smell of it, the vomit a dark red in the basin, set her mouth to watering and nose burning as a precursor to even more retching.

So Robert had taken her here the next morning—this morning—, in spite of her protesting, to the hospital.

Cora groaned. Whatever strength and newfound energy she’d enjoyed before was completely depleted now and what remained were aches and fatigue. She wouldn’t think of what it may mean—that the incessant vomiting of the last day and night had undone all of her progress—but instead tried her best to look at the bright side. The injections would be in soon, and there’d be less liver. Not no liver, she knew. But less. She could stomach less.

With this, she opened her eyes again. Late afternoon, she could tell. The hospital bed beneath her felt stiff and narrow. The quilt was rough. She attempted to ease herself up slowly, the blood in her head thumping and her stomach sore from its terrible labor.

But then the small creak of a wooden chair to her right, and the warm weight of his hand upon her blanketed shin stilled her.

“Lie back.”

“Robert,” her voice croaked softly, her protest pitiful and weak. “I’m alright.”

“You aren’t. You need rest.”

Despite her scoff, Cora did lie back. She hadn’t even the energy to roll her eyes. “I’m alright. Really.”

“So you said.” His voice was gentler in his contradiction than before, and even though her eyes were closed, Cora could feel the way he shifted in the wooden chair. She could feel the way he leaned closer to her, and she felt his hand move from her leg and to her arm. His fingers encircled it, and she felt him draw a soft line along the thin and fragile bone of the inside of her wrist. She sighed; her head hurt a little less. “We were pleased to see you’ve kept down the last portion.”

She hummed a reply. “Best not to speak too soon.”

“Doctor Clarkson says if you can keep down the next, he’ll send us home to bed.”

She swallowed down what she wanted to respond: She didn’t want another portion. The very thought of it prickled up beads of cold sweat upon her hairline. She did groan, but took in a long breath to steady herself. “I’ve been resting all day.”

“Yes. And he has given you direction to rest as much as possible tomorrow. That is, if you’re well enough to leave.”

“Oh, Robert,” she opened her eyes. “I don’t wish to take up a bed for anyone who may really need it.”

She felt the way his fingers moved upon her wrist. “I suppose you think you don’t?”

“I don’t need it. I’ve been ill, yes, but not ill enough for constant monitoring.” She shook her head, closed her eyes, and swallowed down the dry burn of her throat. Her voice was hoarse from the vomiting. “Besides, I’d like to see you try keeping all that liver down.”

His fingers tightened. The chair creaked. And in the absence of what she thought would be a low chuckle, Cora slowly opened her eyes to find him looking down at her.

“I wish I could do this for you.”

She sighed. “Do what?” she asked, even though she knew.

“All of it.”

She knew. Her chest ached when he looked away from her, his chin trembling. Yes, she knew. For she felt the same when he was lying in this bed a few short years ago and she was the one on the creaking chair praying that somehow they could exchange places. She’d suffer it for him, she knew. And he would suffer this for her. “Oh, darling.“

“I hate seeing you so ill. Last night. I’m so terribly sorry you must endure this.”

It took more energy than she thought she had to slip her wrist from his grasp and for her fingers to find his hand instead. She squeezed, quickly and firmly, and smiled when he at last met her eye.

“No. I don’t want that. No apologies or pity. Hmm?” She smiled wider for his sake, and she tried her best to level her voice, to not sound quite so weak. “All I want is this. For you to stay beside me. Holding my hand.”

He chuckled, softly and sadly. “You’ll have some of my pity. It can’t be helped.” At this, he brought her fingers to his lips and pressed them. They felt warm against her skin. “But I will hold your hand.”

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 52

"Did you see Anna last weekend?" Robert looked up when John entered the office. He saw a blush on his face and knew it had been a fun weekend. His own weekend had been magical, Cora had asked to go to Downton and see how far the reconstruction work was.

Molesley had opened Dower House for them and to their surprise, Baxter had been with Molesley. Cora felt guilty. 'We should stay somewhere else or tell Molesley we can fend for ourselves.' She said when they were alone for a couple of minutes.

"Why?" Was Robert’s response.

Cora had looked at him and sighed. They obviously planned a fun weekend together and now here we are interrupting them.

"It is part of his job, being at the house when we are here."

"Darling." Cora had put her hand on his arm. "I know it is his job, and I also know that you are very used to how things were done in the old days."

"The old days?" He had exclaimed.

Cora had gotten on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "We can perfectly do without a butler being in the house for a weekend."

"I can already tell you that Molesley will not leave if we stay in the house. I will eat my hat when he does."

Cora had chuckled. "Then we will leave and stay somewhere else. Your country is famous for its Bed and Breakfasts, so we will be able to find something. I like you when you are wearing a hat, so let's not eat it." She had now kissed him again, long, and passionate.

They ended up in a very cosy Bed and Breakfast a bit up north from the Abbey.

The next morning, they had been into the Abbey together with the contractors.

"As you can see the great hall is almost finished. When you have your wedding day in three month’s time, we will be able to be finished with the dining area. In fact, if everything goes at this pace, the house will be ready to be lived in again just before the wedding" The contractor had smiled at them.

Cora hooked her arm in Robert’s when they walked into the Abbey, this was the first time they walked through the front door together. He heard her gasp when they entered the great hall. Robert was impressed too; it did look like before the fire. The contractor had managed to replicate everything.

"Robert, this is beautiful." Cora said very softly. "I cannot believe that this will be where I finally will say yes to you."

Robert stopped in the middle of the great hall and turned towards Cora. Both his hands rested on her sides. "This will not only be where we will become husband and wife, but it will be where we are going to live the rest of our lives."

Cora took in a deep breath. Officially they did not live together at the moment, but there were not many nights they did not sleep in the same bed. Most of the time, they were in her apartment. But the idea of leaving her own space behind did scare her a bit. What was expected from her when they would move into the Abbey. Was she going to be able to keep working like she did now, or did Robert expect her to be the lady of the house and arrange parties and other posh gatherings?

'Can you tell me what is happening inside your head.' Robert softly squeezed her sides.

Another deep sigh. "We will talk about that later, I am sorry. I think I am a bit overwhelmed by everything. Can you show me the library? You shone me through the windows last time, and I am dying to be able to walk into that room."

Robert turned towards the contractor. "Can we go to the library, or is that area not open yet?"

"The whole building is safe to walk in."

"Even upstairs?" Robert said surprised.

"Even upstairs. The rooms where the fire reached are still damaged, but we will start with them when the downstairs is finished. If you want, you can walk around on your own. We will meet back here in thirty minutes."

The contractor had left them on their own, Robert first walked with Cora towards the library. He then went upstairs with her.

"I am still amazed this staircase was not damaged by that fire." She said while they walked up.

"You remember the first time I showed you Downton?" Robert asked, while leading her to the right when they got upstairs.

"The day you almost killed yourself. I will not easily forget that day."

Robert managed to have a guilty look on his face. "I promised that one day you would walk down this stairs, and today is that day."

"Can you first show me a bit more of the rooms?"

Now Robert had a cheeky smile. "I want to show you one room in particular. Follow me." He took her hand and pulled her with him. In his childlike enthusiasm, he forgot to wait for Cora to start walking and he almost dragged her with him." He stopped after he had passed a couple of doors. "This." He said, while opening the door. "This, will be our bedroom."

Cora stepped inside a large room; the room was untouched by the fire. Inside was a big canapé bed, a comfortable chair, and a chaise lounge. Two big rooms gave them a view of the beautiful garden. Cora turned around towards Robert. "It is a little bit outdated." She chuckled.

Robert quickly stepped closer to her. "We will make this room our own. The way you like it, is the way it will look like." He pressed his lips on hers for a quick kiss, but Cora moved her hands towards his neck and pulled him closer. She deepened the kiss; her tongue found his. Robert's hands roamed over her body. "I cannot wait to spend our first night in this room with you as the lady of the house."

Cora froze, what made Robert step back and look at her. He put his hand on her cheek. "Darling, what is wrong? Please tell me what is wrong. Something happened downstairs and now again. Are you having doubts? If you do, you should tell me. I do not want you to feel forced to marry me."

"Oh Robert." Cora put her hand on top of Robert's. "Nobody is forcing me to marry you. I want to marry you. Yesterday rather than today. I mean that Robert, marrying you is not the part that is scaring me."

"Something is scaring you?"

"Yes." Cora took his hand in hers and walked towards the chaise lounge to sit down. "What is expected from me, when we move into this house? I am not brought up in the British upper class, and I do not know how to be a host or a lady of the house. Your mother will laugh when I fail to perform the duties that come with this house and the title that you will give me when I marry you."

"Mama, will not laugh."

Cora huffed. "Please Robert, do not be ignorant. She will, we both know that."

"Alright, you are correct in that. Mama will indeed not mind seeing you fail. But you do not have to be scared of all these things. I am not going to ask from you to be all that. Living in this house does not mean we have to entertain people."

"I love you Robert and I love your innocents, but you need to open your eyes for what we are going to do. Reopening the house cannot happen without taking on all the duties that come with a house like this. We will need staff to manage the house and we will need to organise parties and events. You do not want to become the laughingstock."

"Maybe you are correct. I have not really given that a real thought. I was only thinking about how we could fill up all these rooms with little ones." He put his hand on her abdomen. "And how beautiful you will look when you are walking down the stairs with a little one on your arms." He softly kissed her cheek. "I was thinking about how we could go on long walks after dinner to the rose garden. How we could have romantic picnics at the lake." He brushed his nose over hers. "Papa and I have already discussed how we can move the company up here, so we do not have to travel to London that often. We will keep a dependence in London, Rosamund will probably stay and work in London. You and I will move our office here, John probably too."

"What about Baxter?" Cora said, a bit overwhelmed by everything he was telling her. "Where is Baxter going, is she not coming with us?"

Robert laughed. "I am sorry, I assumed that made sense, with Molesley she will want to live close to here and not in London."

Cora laughed too. "I forgot about that. You are right."

"Cora?" Robert put his hand on Cora's leg. "We will take everything the way it comes and if Mama is unkind to you, you should tell me right away. Do you promise me that?"

"I promise you." She smiled. "Well, oké enough worrying, the contractor will wonder where we are."

"Three more months darling, three more months." Robert said, while pulling Cora back down when she got up. She stumbled and lost her balance. Robert pulled on her arm again and she sat down on his lap.

"Three more months indeed." She kissed him, with both her hands on his face. "The day I am allowed to call myself your wife, will be the happiest day in my life."

Robert moved his hand to Cora's abdomen again. "I agree, although the day we will have our own little one, will be even happier."

Cora crashed her mouth on Roberts until she needed air.

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 51

Pacing through the hall, Robert put his hands in his pockets, took them out and put them back again. He had gone to the toilet twice in five minutes already. Rosamund took Cora to get something to drink. He had said they could go together, and he would wait inside. If they called them back inside earlier, he could warn Cora and Rosamund. He also did not want to show Cora how nervous he was, he wanted to be strong for her, but it was not easy. The way Simon's lawyer defended Simon, was almost scary. He did not understand that people could defend the bad guys. It was obvious that Simon was in the wrong, but his lawyer did everything in his power to plead him free. They team that was representing Cora was better. Robert knew that, but there was a little voice in his head, that was nagging him. Cora had looked so small in that court room, and he had seen the looks Simon gave her. He still had not got the message that his avenges were not desired. With every day that passed, Robert felt more and more guilty. They had sent Cora into Simon's arms.

"Where is Cora?"

Violet's voice shook Robert out of his brooding. "Rosamund took her to get something to drink."

"And they did not offer you to come with them?"

"I was the one suggesting they should go together. Cora needed that."

Violet huffed. "When I look at you, you are also at the end of your rope."

This surprised Robert. "I admit, I will be happy when this is all behind us. We should never had sent Cora to his office."

"Robert." Violet put her hand on Robert's arm. "We cannot change what is in the past, but only what is in the future."

Violet's gesture surprised Robert, he did show his surprise. He never knew what to do when his mother showed compassion, it was so out of line with her normal behaviour.

"There is a ruling, we should go back inside." His father came around the corner. "Where are Rosamund and Cora?"

"Here we are, we are ready to go back inside." Rosamund came walking towards them with Cora directly behind her. Robert saw Cora's pale face, she looked frail. He waited for his father, mother, and Rosamund to go in front of him. When Cora walked past him, he put his hand on her back and pressed a quick kiss on her head. "You can do this. You have withstood all the interrogation, whatever the ruling will be, it will be over after today."

"I hope so." Cora said timid.

He squeezed her side in the hope to encourage her. At the door back into the court, he saw Richard and Helen waiting.

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"I am glad this is over." Rosamund said, with a deep sigh when she sat down on the big sofa. After the ruling, they all went to Violet's and Patrick's house. It seemed the most logical decision. They did not want to go to Rosamund's house, because the last time they were there as a whole family, was after Marmaduke's funeral. Violet had said that it was easiest to go to their house, since they had a cook and a butler. Both Cora and Robert did not have the energy to protest. They would love to just go home and let everything sink in. But they realised, that the family wanted to celebrate, and that was normal.

Simon had lost, he got a community sentence. The judge said that there was a combination of Sexual assault and harassment. But as Simon had a clear record, he got a lower punishment. Cora was content with that, even though he had gone way to far, she still felt responsible for everything that had happened. So did Robert, he would never forgive himself that they had let this happen.

"We can now finally let this awful business rest and focus on the fun things in life." Rosamund said, while taking the cup that she was handed. "Do you have something strong for in this tea?"

"Of course, Milady." The butler said.

"Well, speaking of fun business." Rosamund looked at Cora. "How is the rebuilding of Downton going?"

This was the first time since day's that Robert saw a genuine smile on Cora's face. The days leading up to this trial, she had gotten quieter and quieter. Whatever he said, she reacted blank or not at all. The day that she went dress shopping was the last day he had been allowed to touch her. No, he should phrase that differently, it wasn't that she didn't allow it, but she just wasn't approachable. When he tried to make a move, there had not been any reaction. He had given up and decided to wait for her to come back to him. He had seen her working on new projects at work and heard her talking with the constructors.

"There is a change that they will be finished earlier than expected with the great hall and stairs, and they will try to finish the dining area for the wedding." Cora now looked at Robert. They were seated next to each other, Cora stretched out her hand. Robert took it eagerly in his hand, he was once again amazed by how perfect her small hand was, with slender fingers and soft skin. "It looks like, we can have the dinner at Downton too."

Robert raised his eyebrows. "We said we would have the dinner at Downton? Did we not?"

Cora smiled. "We did, but we were talking about putting up a big tent outside. If the contractor is right, we will not need that tent, and our wedding will be a real posh one."

Again, Robert's eyebrows raised. "You did not want a posh wedding? Did you change your mind?"

Cora squeezed his hand. "I know how much you care about that, and I figured that you deserve to have the wedding you want."

"But it is also your wedding, my darling. If you do not want a posh wedding, we can go for the simpler style you suggested first."

"We will talk about that later." Suddenly aware that they were not alone, Cora blushed.

"A posh wedding, well, well, well." Rosamund teased.

Violet suddenly said. "I think this is a very good decision. Robert you are from a noble family and your wedding should represent that."

"A wedding at Downton does already represent that, Mama" Rosamund said.

"You know perfectly well, what I am talking about. A simple wedding at Downton is not the same as a real wedding."

"You mean that all the people that marry on a Monday morning at the townhall, on a budget, do not have a real wedding?" Rosamund countered.

"You know perfectly well, what I mean."

"No, I do not know that. Please explain to everybody here, what you mean."

"That is enough." Patrick said loudly. "Let us raise a glass on today's victory." He stepped aside for the butler to hand out glasses of champagne.

Robert had not even noticed that his father had arranged champagne. They all stood up with a glass in their hands.

"As a family we will stand strong." He Patrick started. "Before we toast, I want to apologise to you, my dear Cora. We made a big judgement error and you had to suffer from it. I am very relieved that it is all settled now, and Mr. Bricker will never be able to come close to you."

"He will still be able too." Robert said under his breath.

Patrick looked at him. "With the restraining order, it will only cause more trouble for him than he already is in. I doubt he will ever try anything again. And if he does, our lawyers will skin him alive. Now." Patrick raised his glass. "Let us celebrate this victory."

"Victory." They all cheered.

Cora turned towards Robert, she got on her tiptoes and kissed him, her hand that was holding the glass went to his back. Her other hand was put on his cheek. The kiss was long, which surprised Robert, she never kissed him like this in front of his parents. He did not care, not one bit. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his body.

"That is enough." Violet said resolute. "Dinner will be ready soon and I do not want to lose my appetite."

Robert felt Cora stepping back directly, but he pulled her close again and pressed another kiss on her lips. "That appetite will come back." He said smiling, while letting Cora go.

The family walked towards the dining room, Cora stayed a bit behind and stopped Rosamund. "If talking about the wedding day is to confrontation for you, you will let me know?"

"I promise. But you have to know, I also promised Marmaduke something."

"Oh?" Cora let go of Rosamund's arm.

"He made me promise to never look back on what was, but only look forward to what has to come. We had a wonderful time together, yes it was short. But you know, I was blessed to know what real love is and I will cherish that always."

Cora took Rosamund's hand in hers. "I know you are strong and that you promised Marmaduke to be strong, but if there comes a day that you do not know how to be strong. I will be here, please know that I will always be here if you need someone to listen to you."

"Thank you, sis." Rosamund pulled her hand back. "Dinner will be cold if we do not follow them." And she walked towards the dining room.

Cora looked at her for a minute before she followed. Rosamund amazed her, she looked like such a strong woman, and she probably was a strong woman, but everybody struggled with emotions sometimes. There was nothing to be ashamed for, but in this family, it looked like emotions were banned. She was happy Robert was not an exact copy and he was more open towards her. She could only hope Rosamund would truly be alright with this upcoming wedding.

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But Papa! Why? Chapter 50

A couple of weeks had passed, and they were waiting for a court date. The lawyers were convinced the case was a strong one. Even though Simon did not rape Cora, sexual assault was highly punished. Especially in this case, all the signs were there that if Molesley, Baxter and Patrick had not intervened he would have gun further. Now it had stopped at touching her private part. Cora was annoyed by how much the incident affected her. 'There were two layers of fabric between his hand and me. He did not really touch me.' She had said multiple times to Robert after she had another nightmare or got spooked when he touched her. 'It is time to stop being angry at how this is affecting you, sweetheart.' Had Robert's response been last night. And he was right, it did not help her any further. And she had said that she did not want to waste time on Simon and here she was still wasting her time by being affected by him. Cora was anxiously waiting for that court date; it would help with the closer. She shrugged her shoulders and walked inside the pub where Baxter was waiting for her.

"Hi, I have ordered us a glass of wine already." Baxter greeted her.

"That sounds lovely, thank you." Cora sat down with a smile. "Rosamund will be here soon too."

"Good." Baxter smiled back. "Do you have a vision of what you want?"

Cora shook her head. "I am not sure. There are so many options."

"Girls, you are already here, and I thought I was early." Rosamund exclaimed when she sat down at the table.

Cora looked at her watch. "We are right on time?" She gave Rosamund a surprised look. “What are you talking about?"

"Oh? Really? Hmm, oké never mind. Ah wine." Rosamund said when three glasses were put down on the table. "Let us toast on a successful dress hunt."

Cora and Baxter lifted their glasses. Cora looked at Rosamund's face, it looked like she had been crying, but she was not one hundred percent sure about that. Was it too early for Rosamund to go dress shopping? Although Rosamund had suggested it herself to go today. She had said it would be a nice distraction from the lawsuit for all of them and it was high time if she wanted to have something on her body when the wedding day was finally there. But had she only thought about Cora's happiness instead of her own? She was chaotic, but that was not that weird for Rosamund. It was that chaos brain of her that she liked so much. Rosamund was organised and structured, but also knew how to make fun and enjoy life to the fullest.

"Cora!" Cora shook up from Rosamund voice. "We are going to have a fun day and find you something stunning to wear. Stop the brooding and enjoy your wine."

"Do you want a dress or something like that jumpsuit you wore to Rosamund's and Marmaduke's wedding day?" Baxter asked, quickly covering her face with her hands, when she realised what she had asked.

"Do not worry, Phyllis. I can call you Phyllis, can I? I only have good memories from that day and the days I got to spend with my wonderful Marmaduke. He lives on inside my heart, but live goes on."

Cora was not sure if she was putting up an act, or that she truly was feeling this way. But it was not important for now. Rosamund was in good spirits, and they were going to find a beautiful dress. "I hope to find a dress, I loved the jumpsuit at Rosamund's wedding, but I know that Robert would love to see me in a dress."

"But what if you do not want to wear a dress?" Rosamund said.

"Oh, but I do." Cora got a foolish smile on her face. "I am going to marry in a castle, so I need to look like a real princess."

"You know that Downton is not really a castle. It is called Downton Abbey, not Downton Castle."

"The building classifies as a castle." Phyllis added.

"See." Cora winked at Rosamund. "And even if it did not be classified as a castle, I want to be a princess, because I have found a real prince." Cora blushed.

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"Welcome Miss Levinson, Mrs. Painswick and Miss Baxter. Delighted to have you here." Phillipa welcomed them. Cora managed to get an appointment with the best wedding dress designer in London, Phillipa Lepley's. "You have already told me a little bit about your wishes, but can you please tell them again. Then we will try on some corsets to see what fits you best and will start designing your dream dress. But first, can I offer you a glass of champagne?"

One of her assistant went to get the champagne, when they nodded in agreement.

"I have some fabrics pulled out already. You said you wanted a white dress with a yellow undertone. I think I have a perfect idea for it. And if I may say so, you have a perfect figure for a beautiful princes dress."

Cora felt her cheeks colour. She never looked at herself as having a perfect figure. She did not have much rounding's. She was very slender, with small breast and did not see herself as a beautiful woman. But Robert told her every day she was, he loved playing with her breast, he said they were a perfect size.

Very quickly after, Cora was standing in her underwear trying on different type of skirts and corsets. It took a couple of hours, but then she was put on a torso with a sweetheart neckline, and she knew this was the shape she wanted, the skirt would be a bell form with a half long train. The skirt would be moulded over her body with four layers of tulle overlays and two layers of tulle over the bodice. In the front it would follow the sweetheart neckline and it would transcend into a low V at the back. The overlay would be gathered around her waist, creating a flattering centre point where all eyes would be drawn too. The top layer of the tulle would be decorated with embroidered flowers.

Cora looked at the first sketch that Phillipa made, and she got tears in her eyes. Baxter stood next to her, "This is the one. It makes you cry, so I think it is settled. This is your dress."

Cora looked up. "It is, thank you for helping me choose." She looked at Phillipa. "Thank you for booking me in and designing my dress." She looked around. "Where is Rosamund?"

"I am here, just a second." She yelled from the other side of the store. Cora had seen her go to the back, she thought she needed to use the toilet.

The shop assistant came back, and Rosamund followed behind her. She had a smile on her face, that Cora could not place. "Rosamund? Are you alright?"

"Why would I not be. I just have seen your perfect dress being created and I now also have found the perfect gift to give you."

"A gift? Why would you need to give me a gift?"

"I maybe do not have too, but I want too. You are my favourite sister-in-law."

Cora laughed. "I am your only sister-in-law."

Rosamund chuckled. "Well, you will be seen in this beautiful dress during your wedding day, but you will be alone with Robert on your honeymoon, and he deserves something that is only for his eyes."

Cora started to blush, where was Rosamund going with this?

"I know you will be wearing beautiful lingerie, but there is something much better, that Robert will like a lot more." She was holding up a beautiful chemise made from satin and lace. Cora's upper body would be exposed due to the lace trim on the cups and across the waist of the chemise. Rosamund also had an open front peignoir in the same satin and lace in her hands, Cora could wear that over the chemise.

"Rosamund." Cora exclaimed ashamed.

"It is not something you would expect to get form me, but I see how you two look at each other, and this would be perfect on you. You have a beautiful body, and you deserve to shine for Robert."

"Thank you. Thank you, so much dear Rosamund. I am grateful that you will be my sister-in-law and I cannot wait for Robert to unwrap this."

"Do you also need bridesmaid dresses?" Phillipa asked.

Cora looked at Rosamund and Baxter. "I have not really thought about it." She paused. "Girls, do you want to be my bridesmaids?"

"YES." They both exclaimed directly.

"But." Cora started. "I am not sure it needs to be dresses." Cora thought about Rosamund's wedding and that she had not been wearing a dress. "What do you say about suits?" She could see the excitement in the eyes of both Rosamund and Phyllis, and she knew this was a good decision. I will leave the colour up to you two and will ask you to keep it a surprise for me.

"We can do that." Phyllis answered.

"Miss Levinson, if you want, I can design those suits for the ladies?" Phillipa joined.

"That would be amazing." Cora said enthusiastically.

"We will say goodbye then, we see you tomorrow in the office." Rosamund almost pushed Cora out of the shop.

"Alright, alright. I am leaving." Cora laughed and said another thank you to Phillipa before she left.

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"Did you find a dress?" Robert asked, when Cora came home. She had not expected to see Robert home already, but for the first time in weeks, she did not feel anxious.

"I did." Cora blushed. "It will be incredibly special; you have never seen anything like that before and the colour! This dress will pop." Cora enjoyed the look on Robert's face. She loved teasing him and now she knew he was going to try and picture something in his head. She wondered what colour he was seeing in his mind. Swaying with her hips, she walked closer, Robert was sitting in one of the big chairs in front of the sliding doors. Once she stood in front of him, she quickly sat down on his lap with her legs wide over his. Her hands sliding over his chest, she bent forward and licked his earlobe. "But you will especially like what extra thing I bought, but that is something you will need to wait for even longer, than our wedding day.

Robert had instantly moved his hands to Cora's hips, and he was pleasantly surprised that she did not winch. Since the incident this was the first time Cora initiated them being intimate and he needed all his strength to contain himself and not rush her.

"I missed you." Cora whispered in his ear.

Robert now moved his hand over her bum, and he felt Cora react by moving her hips. She scurried forward and pressed her core into his groin. "Oh Cora." he breathed. Slowly he brought his hands up over her sides until he reached her shoulders.

"I want to feel you." Cora murmured while kissing his neck and jaw.

Robert got up with Cora in his arms, she wrapped her legs around him, meanwhile not stopping her kisses on his skin. He walked with her to the bedroom and laid her down. When he was leaning over her, he started unbuttoning her blouse and went on to pull her pants down. Soon she was lying under him in her underwear.

"Now it is my time to see more of you." Cora said with a hot voice. Her hands tried to get his shirt of his body, but she wanted to go to fast and did not manage to unbutton one button. Robert laughed and helped her.

"You are so handsome." She breathed when she looked at his wide chest. Her fingers stroking his skin and softly twirling his chest hair.

"My beautiful princess." He said just before he crashed his lips on hers. In the head of the moment his hand went down over her belly towards her already warm and wet core. His fingers raked through her hairs, her skin got goosebumps and it made him freeze. Was he going too far, was Cora ready for this?

Cora pushed her hips up and moaned. When he did not continue with his caresses she groaned. "Do not stop."

Hesitating he kissed her delicious looking lips. "Are you sure."

She took his hand and pushed it further down, he felt how wet she was, and his lust took over. He forgot about all his worries; he did not think about how Cora would feel if she would be scared. He only knew he needed to feel her insides and slipped his fingers in. Cora arched her back and that made his arousal even bigger. He took his fingers out of her and brought his hand up to his mouth, while locking eyes with her he licked his finger. He saw on Cora's face that she was bursting from desire, if he had not been this deprived of feeling her body over the last weeks he had teased her longer, but he could not wait and pushed inside her. With strong movements he thrusted, the sounds Cora made, were enough for him to go faster and faster. It did not take long before he reached his high and slumped down on her panting chest. "How I missed you, my darling. But this was magical, you are magical sweetheart. You do not understand what you do to me."

Cora circled with the tip of her fingers over his back. "You are my sorcerer, that will always bring magic."

"Did I give you magic? Or was it just me?" He suddenly felt guilty for finishing this fast, he had not waited for Cora to reach her high. Did she even reach her high? He did not know. He was only in his own feelings and thoughts. He felt his skin burn against Cora's cooler skin.

Cora raised her head to kiss him. "The night is not over, is it?" She smiled against his lips, while her fingers started to circle down to his lower back. She pressed her nose into his neck and took in a deep whiff of his scent. It made her body shiver from desire.

Robert felt it, he got up, so he could position himself down on her, he kissed her thighs. With an agonisingly slow pace, he moved his kisses to her wet folds. Whit his hands firmly on her hips, he picked up the pace and started kissing and sucking even harder. He softly bit her, what resulted in a high-pitched squeal and her nails digging into his back. Cora did reach her high easier, when he used his mouth and fingers, he had learned that over time. He slid one finger in, while he kissed the brim of her breast, he licked her nipple. Another squeal, he knew he was on the right path now.

He kept altering his pace and the amount of fingers he used, until Cora arched her back as far as she could, and he felt her pelvis starting to shake. "Robert, oh Robert, ROBERT." With a last squeal her body relaxed again, he did not stop his kisses. Both his hands were roaming over her skin, she was feeling sweaty and hot. Slowly he laid down on her chest with his head. Cora's hand was lazy going through his hair.

"Sorcerer." She whispered.

"Yours, and only yours."

The dress description is used from the website of Phillipa Lepley

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