"It was your fingers."

"My fingers?"

"They were the first things I noticed. You would be fixing one of our cars and I'd notice how strong your fingers were from a days work. I imagine how it would feel to grasp those fingers and to be held them. Now I'm your wife, I must say they exceed my expectations."

"They're so rough and calloused"

"I want my hands to feel like yours." She laced his left hand with her right, his hand still open and examined his fingers. "I love your pinky." She kissed that. "Your ring." She kissed that. "Your pointer" she kissed that, too. "Oh, this one's my favorite. The middle. So mischievous. Always going in places it shouldn't." She kissed it, then sank her mouth deeper. He felt her tongue flicker and a moan escape her mouth. Speaking of which...

I like your lips, my lady. They're so plump and moist and red. I couldn't look at you directly the first month I came to Downton because I was afraid I might ogle you. I love the way they stick out of your face like you're always pouting.

Are they that bad?"

"They are not bad. They are wonderful. And if you will let me, I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you." He said as he kissed those lips he so adored.