Distraction
Title: Distraction
Author:tehkandrewfan
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Anna, Bates, Mrs. Hughes; Anna/Bates.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 288
All day, she has been distracted by thoughts of him. Twice she has been chided by Mrs. Hughes for almost letting precious heirlooms slip through her clumsy fingers. She’s been unable to complete even the simplest of tasks due to the memories of last night invading her mind.
Now, there is something decidedly daring about his smile.
She wets her suddenly dry lips with her tongue, trying to say something, anything, when -
-When the sound of Mrs. Hughes’ voice breaks through the quiet.
“Anna! Lady Mary has been ringing for you for the last five minutes! Heavens, girl, what on earth is the matter with you!?”
Anna jumps at the suddenness of Mrs. Hughes’ intrusion, who eyes them suspiciously. For his part, Mr. Bates looks the picture of innocence, offering Mrs. Hughes his best honourable smile. Anna would like nothing more to smack it from his face. Or kiss it away.
Instead she stumbles quickly to her feet. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hughes. Truly.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what’s got into you,” the housekeeper continues.
Anna chances one last glance over her shoulder at her husband. He is smirking deliciously, and she knows exactly what he is thinking: that it isn’t what has got into her, but who. He holds her heated gaze while Mrs. Hughes reaches obliviously for a biscuit -
-And then she runs into the doorframe with a grunt of pain. Mr. Bates descends into a fit of coughs to disguise his snort of laughter. That utter sod, toying with her in such a way when she can barely think straight -
“Anna.”
Anna daren’t turn in the housekeeper’s direction.
“There’s Lady Mary’s bell again,” she squeaks, and darts out of the room as quickly as she can.
Author:tehkandrewfan
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Anna, Bates, Mrs. Hughes; Anna/Bates.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 288
All day, she has been distracted by thoughts of him. Twice she has been chided by Mrs. Hughes for almost letting precious heirlooms slip through her clumsy fingers. She’s been unable to complete even the simplest of tasks due to the memories of last night invading her mind.
Now, there is something decidedly daring about his smile.
She wets her suddenly dry lips with her tongue, trying to say something, anything, when -
-When the sound of Mrs. Hughes’ voice breaks through the quiet.
“Anna! Lady Mary has been ringing for you for the last five minutes! Heavens, girl, what on earth is the matter with you!?”
Anna jumps at the suddenness of Mrs. Hughes’ intrusion, who eyes them suspiciously. For his part, Mr. Bates looks the picture of innocence, offering Mrs. Hughes his best honourable smile. Anna would like nothing more to smack it from his face. Or kiss it away.
Instead she stumbles quickly to her feet. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Hughes. Truly.”
“Honestly, I don’t know what’s got into you,” the housekeeper continues.
Anna chances one last glance over her shoulder at her husband. He is smirking deliciously, and she knows exactly what he is thinking: that it isn’t what has got into her, but who. He holds her heated gaze while Mrs. Hughes reaches obliviously for a biscuit -
-And then she runs into the doorframe with a grunt of pain. Mr. Bates descends into a fit of coughs to disguise his snort of laughter. That utter sod, toying with her in such a way when she can barely think straight -
“Anna.”
Anna daren’t turn in the housekeeper’s direction.
“There’s Lady Mary’s bell again,” she squeaks, and darts out of the room as quickly as she can.