fic: Cora/Sarah
Prompt written for the dakinkmeme
Cora/O'Brien,
[Dont' read if you're squeamish]
menstruation, period sex
"Are you quite sure about this O'Brien?"
Sarah smiled mildly and nodded slowly, determining here and now that if Cora was already feeling uncomfortable just with her maid's hand on her stomach in the bath, gently massaging it, then she wasn't going to like the more surprising method that Sarah had cooked up.
"I'm quite sure m'lady, I find it very soothing myself."
If these walls could talk, she thought, wondering not for the first time what his lordship talked about with Mr Bates if not the intricacies of the body. She had it on reasonable authority - or Thomas as he was better known - that a valet and his master very rarely talked about things to do with the body and Sarah was inclined to believe him although the knowing smirk on the little sod's lips probably told her more about how intimately he had known his gentleman's needs.
She, on the other hand, had spent years looking after Cora when the monthly curse hit, trying potion after potion, hot baths, prescribed medicine - although she personally thought that what Doctor Clarkson knew about the female body could be written on a stamp - and now she had resorted to testing her own body on a monthly basis, trying to find the best remedy for her lady. She told herself that it was for her own benefit too but she'd always been a lucky sod in that respect and didn't imagine that her own minor twinges were anything compared to the monthly sickness that Cora had to endure. It was just as well the damned woman didn't have to clean up after herself really, or else she'd know how bad she really was.
"Is it better if I do it myself?"
"You can try it if you like m'lady and we'll see," Sarah moved her hand away, pulling it out of the water and shaking the excess off carefully. No sooner had she bothered doing that but Cora had put a long thin hand against her stomach and immediately whimpered before taking her maids hand and resolutely placing it back where it had been.
"I should have known to trust your hands more."
Cora smiled softly and with a few beads of sweat forming on her forehead that Sarah knew had nothing to do with the warm water she was reposing in. She flexed her fingers and gently rubbed her stomach again, trying to ignore how thin her Countess was under her strong, wide palm and how easily she could probably hurt her. She had hurt her before of course and though she could never heal that crack in her lady's heart she could do some good here.
And that was exactly what she was planning to do.
"There was something else m'lady...to help with the cramps..."
"Oh?" Cora looked at her with curious trust and Sarah knew she could probably pitch anything at the moment and the daft bat would believe her.
"Something I came across when I was having a bath myself, but, well...I suppose it depends how much it hurts.”
She didn't need to ask, she could see the beads of sweat, the lines on her forehead, the tension in her whole body and every time Cora closed her eyes in pain she felt like something was piercing her.
"I'll try anything at this point O'Brien. My mama always said it'd get better once I'd had children but I think she was just trying to mollify me.”
Sarah nodded along dutifully as she moved her eyes away briefly from Cora’s, blushing herself at the very thought.
“Are you sure m’lady?”
“Of course I am.”
“Alright then…” she removed her hand with only the most minor of squeaks from Cora and unbuttoned the rest of the tiny buttons holding her sleeve in place, rolling it up and securing it at her elbow.
“Goodness O’Brien, are you about to perform surgery?”
Cora smiled at her, mirth bubbling through and Sarah consoled herself that if nothing else at least she’d made her smile once today.
“Nothing quite so technical m’lady,” although I doubt his lordship could manage it, she silently added.
Meeting Cora’s bemused and baffled eyes she tried her very best to look reassuring as she repressed her hand to Cora’s stomach gently, rubbing it a few times before she started to move further down, inching minutely so as not to startle the other woman. Cora smiled mildly at the progress, not paying much attention and assuming that there was some relief to be found from being massaged around the top of her pelvis. Of course O’Brien would feel a little tentative, she told herself, it wasn’t like her maid was accustomed to touching her there!
Or there, she noticed as fingers started to brush the top of wet hair and she blessed herself for having such a dedicated maid when the tearing feeling began to be replaced by something fuller and altogether more pleasant. O’Brien really was an angel.
Cora closed her eyes for just a moment and Sarah took that as her cue to move her administrations lower still, angling her hand so that the beds of her fingers rubbed quite gently along Cora’s tender flesh. Wide blue eyes shot open and were on her in an instant, never once losing their size as she looked at her maid with absolute astonishment.
“O’Brien!” She looked around the room with jerky movements, as though anyone was likely to come into her bathroom at this time in the afternoon when they knew she was at her ablutions. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
Sarah’s mouth fell open for a minute and she realised that she probably should have explained in a bit more detail before barrelling in, but she was not to be deterred when she’d found an honest to god cure for Cora cramps.
“I’m sorry m’lady…” she moved her fingers away and watched, without much surprise, as the strained expression returned to Cora’s face. She rubbed her fingers together for a moment and knocked the excess off in the water without looking - it wasn’t like she didn’t already have this woman’s blood on her hand anyway. “But it really does help.”
Cora bit her lip and considered the options. It was highly unorthodox before but she had never heard of such a thing helping before and if she tried to do it herself then she would no doubt get it wrong and there was more chance of Violet assisting her than Robert being persuaded to put his hand there at the moment. Another twinge in her stomach made her tense up and she looked up into her maid’s imploring face and raised her eyebrow tentatively as a grimace overcame her lips.
“Really?”
“Really m’lady. Like I said I…well,” O’Brien blushed and with her hair falling a little out of place, her eyes containing such care and her fingers poised to do anything for her mistress’ comfort Cora didn’t think her maid had ever looked so lovely to her mind. “I tried it myself first.”
The thought of that gave Cora that curious feeling of fullness once again and she licked her lips before nodding slowly, not losing O’Brien’s gaze and passing a silent message to the other woman that this would go no further than the bathtub.
“Well if it’s the only way, please do continue.”
She took a breath and leant back against the tub again, propping her head against the towel O’Brien had used for her cushion earlier and lifting her hips slightly in silent offering. Luckily for her blushes O’Brien didn’t hesitate and soon had her fingers back against her swollen flesh, soothing her with soft touches gentle caresses.
“Tell me if I hurt you m’lady.”
Cora snorted with amusement.
“I don’t think it could hurt anymore.”
Sarah pressed her fingers carefully on, still soothing her pelvis with her well-placed thumb, as she found the more inflamed flesh and nudged Cora’s thighs slightly apart with her wrist. She kept a keen eye on Cora, finding it easier to do so whilst her ladyship had her eyes closed - probably thinking of his lordship, she thought with some bitterness for how much further she would go than he would - and the task was hers to perform.
“Is this better m’lady,” she pressed her fingers against the tenderest flesh, spreading Cora gently and finding the red hot nub for the first time. “Or does it hurt more?”
Cora felt the familiar flush come over her at the first direct touch and she finally recognised the feeling of fullness for what it was. She felt tension riddle her body once again but it was much more welcome this time and she opened her eyes, meeting O’Brien’s tender eyes and reached out a hand to gently push a strand of hair out of her maid’s face.
“It feels wonderful O’Brien. Could you…?”
O’Brien, thankfully, didn’t need telling twice and Cora smiled softly as she watched the younger woman get to work, rubbing any and all aches until she felt like her entire body from the waist down was made of jelly and she arched up into the touch with a cry that for the first time in hours wasn’t tinged with pain.
Afterwards she tries not to blush at the contents of the bath - there’s more blood than there would have been normally, she’s sure of it - but O’Brien doesn’t seem to pay any special attention to it as she helps her out, wraps her in towels and helps her into the necessary.
“I think you should come on a Doctor’s recommendation O’Brien,” her maid smiles softly and doesn’t even look as smug as Cora thinks giving someone a pain-relieving orgasm should make one. “Perhaps you could teach me how to do that?”
She met her maid’s eye in the mirror as she threw off the towels and was helped into her dressing gown, stretching experimentally and not surprised to discover that Sarah had, as ever, been quite right and she was now at least able to move around. Still, another hour on the bed wouldn’t hurt.
“Or show me? I’ll need practice after all.”
“Practice m’lady?
For a woman with such an ingenious imagination, Cora thought O’Brien was remarkable slow on the uptake sometimes.
Cora/O'Brien,
[Dont' read if you're squeamish]
menstruation, period sex
"Are you quite sure about this O'Brien?"
Sarah smiled mildly and nodded slowly, determining here and now that if Cora was already feeling uncomfortable just with her maid's hand on her stomach in the bath, gently massaging it, then she wasn't going to like the more surprising method that Sarah had cooked up.
"I'm quite sure m'lady, I find it very soothing myself."
If these walls could talk, she thought, wondering not for the first time what his lordship talked about with Mr Bates if not the intricacies of the body. She had it on reasonable authority - or Thomas as he was better known - that a valet and his master very rarely talked about things to do with the body and Sarah was inclined to believe him although the knowing smirk on the little sod's lips probably told her more about how intimately he had known his gentleman's needs.
She, on the other hand, had spent years looking after Cora when the monthly curse hit, trying potion after potion, hot baths, prescribed medicine - although she personally thought that what Doctor Clarkson knew about the female body could be written on a stamp - and now she had resorted to testing her own body on a monthly basis, trying to find the best remedy for her lady. She told herself that it was for her own benefit too but she'd always been a lucky sod in that respect and didn't imagine that her own minor twinges were anything compared to the monthly sickness that Cora had to endure. It was just as well the damned woman didn't have to clean up after herself really, or else she'd know how bad she really was.
"Is it better if I do it myself?"
"You can try it if you like m'lady and we'll see," Sarah moved her hand away, pulling it out of the water and shaking the excess off carefully. No sooner had she bothered doing that but Cora had put a long thin hand against her stomach and immediately whimpered before taking her maids hand and resolutely placing it back where it had been.
"I should have known to trust your hands more."
Cora smiled softly and with a few beads of sweat forming on her forehead that Sarah knew had nothing to do with the warm water she was reposing in. She flexed her fingers and gently rubbed her stomach again, trying to ignore how thin her Countess was under her strong, wide palm and how easily she could probably hurt her. She had hurt her before of course and though she could never heal that crack in her lady's heart she could do some good here.
And that was exactly what she was planning to do.
"There was something else m'lady...to help with the cramps..."
"Oh?" Cora looked at her with curious trust and Sarah knew she could probably pitch anything at the moment and the daft bat would believe her.
"Something I came across when I was having a bath myself, but, well...I suppose it depends how much it hurts.”
She didn't need to ask, she could see the beads of sweat, the lines on her forehead, the tension in her whole body and every time Cora closed her eyes in pain she felt like something was piercing her.
"I'll try anything at this point O'Brien. My mama always said it'd get better once I'd had children but I think she was just trying to mollify me.”
Sarah nodded along dutifully as she moved her eyes away briefly from Cora’s, blushing herself at the very thought.
“Are you sure m’lady?”
“Of course I am.”
“Alright then…” she removed her hand with only the most minor of squeaks from Cora and unbuttoned the rest of the tiny buttons holding her sleeve in place, rolling it up and securing it at her elbow.
“Goodness O’Brien, are you about to perform surgery?”
Cora smiled at her, mirth bubbling through and Sarah consoled herself that if nothing else at least she’d made her smile once today.
“Nothing quite so technical m’lady,” although I doubt his lordship could manage it, she silently added.
Meeting Cora’s bemused and baffled eyes she tried her very best to look reassuring as she repressed her hand to Cora’s stomach gently, rubbing it a few times before she started to move further down, inching minutely so as not to startle the other woman. Cora smiled mildly at the progress, not paying much attention and assuming that there was some relief to be found from being massaged around the top of her pelvis. Of course O’Brien would feel a little tentative, she told herself, it wasn’t like her maid was accustomed to touching her there!
Or there, she noticed as fingers started to brush the top of wet hair and she blessed herself for having such a dedicated maid when the tearing feeling began to be replaced by something fuller and altogether more pleasant. O’Brien really was an angel.
Cora closed her eyes for just a moment and Sarah took that as her cue to move her administrations lower still, angling her hand so that the beds of her fingers rubbed quite gently along Cora’s tender flesh. Wide blue eyes shot open and were on her in an instant, never once losing their size as she looked at her maid with absolute astonishment.
“O’Brien!” She looked around the room with jerky movements, as though anyone was likely to come into her bathroom at this time in the afternoon when they knew she was at her ablutions. “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
Sarah’s mouth fell open for a minute and she realised that she probably should have explained in a bit more detail before barrelling in, but she was not to be deterred when she’d found an honest to god cure for Cora cramps.
“I’m sorry m’lady…” she moved her fingers away and watched, without much surprise, as the strained expression returned to Cora’s face. She rubbed her fingers together for a moment and knocked the excess off in the water without looking - it wasn’t like she didn’t already have this woman’s blood on her hand anyway. “But it really does help.”
Cora bit her lip and considered the options. It was highly unorthodox before but she had never heard of such a thing helping before and if she tried to do it herself then she would no doubt get it wrong and there was more chance of Violet assisting her than Robert being persuaded to put his hand there at the moment. Another twinge in her stomach made her tense up and she looked up into her maid’s imploring face and raised her eyebrow tentatively as a grimace overcame her lips.
“Really?”
“Really m’lady. Like I said I…well,” O’Brien blushed and with her hair falling a little out of place, her eyes containing such care and her fingers poised to do anything for her mistress’ comfort Cora didn’t think her maid had ever looked so lovely to her mind. “I tried it myself first.”
The thought of that gave Cora that curious feeling of fullness once again and she licked her lips before nodding slowly, not losing O’Brien’s gaze and passing a silent message to the other woman that this would go no further than the bathtub.
“Well if it’s the only way, please do continue.”
She took a breath and leant back against the tub again, propping her head against the towel O’Brien had used for her cushion earlier and lifting her hips slightly in silent offering. Luckily for her blushes O’Brien didn’t hesitate and soon had her fingers back against her swollen flesh, soothing her with soft touches gentle caresses.
“Tell me if I hurt you m’lady.”
Cora snorted with amusement.
“I don’t think it could hurt anymore.”
Sarah pressed her fingers carefully on, still soothing her pelvis with her well-placed thumb, as she found the more inflamed flesh and nudged Cora’s thighs slightly apart with her wrist. She kept a keen eye on Cora, finding it easier to do so whilst her ladyship had her eyes closed - probably thinking of his lordship, she thought with some bitterness for how much further she would go than he would - and the task was hers to perform.
“Is this better m’lady,” she pressed her fingers against the tenderest flesh, spreading Cora gently and finding the red hot nub for the first time. “Or does it hurt more?”
Cora felt the familiar flush come over her at the first direct touch and she finally recognised the feeling of fullness for what it was. She felt tension riddle her body once again but it was much more welcome this time and she opened her eyes, meeting O’Brien’s tender eyes and reached out a hand to gently push a strand of hair out of her maid’s face.
“It feels wonderful O’Brien. Could you…?”
O’Brien, thankfully, didn’t need telling twice and Cora smiled softly as she watched the younger woman get to work, rubbing any and all aches until she felt like her entire body from the waist down was made of jelly and she arched up into the touch with a cry that for the first time in hours wasn’t tinged with pain.
Afterwards she tries not to blush at the contents of the bath - there’s more blood than there would have been normally, she’s sure of it - but O’Brien doesn’t seem to pay any special attention to it as she helps her out, wraps her in towels and helps her into the necessary.
“I think you should come on a Doctor’s recommendation O’Brien,” her maid smiles softly and doesn’t even look as smug as Cora thinks giving someone a pain-relieving orgasm should make one. “Perhaps you could teach me how to do that?”
She met her maid’s eye in the mirror as she threw off the towels and was helped into her dressing gown, stretching experimentally and not surprised to discover that Sarah had, as ever, been quite right and she was now at least able to move around. Still, another hour on the bed wouldn’t hurt.
“Or show me? I’ll need practice after all.”
“Practice m’lady?
For a woman with such an ingenious imagination, Cora thought O’Brien was remarkable slow on the uptake sometimes.