This chapter is a part of doubtandabbey's Anywhere but a Bed tumblr challenge. =D

And this sort of coincides with the Anywhere with Water challenge, but this is kinda early. Kinda find it funny that I planned this a few weeks ago and these challenges popped up! #almostperfecttiming

And this could also be included in MissPixieWay's declaration for more M-rated stories! XD

JFC! FF is exploding with T/S smut! LOVE IT! I love reading it, but writing it is more of a challenge. Especially if you can't write a section because it's making you blush like crazy. Props to anyone who can write smut without having to walk away every so often to cool themselves down!

Reply time!

history lady 24: Thank you! I wasn't so confident about that last chapter because in my head I had two stories meshing together seamlessly, but it didn't come out too well in real life. I may or may not change it. I'm leaning on not changing it, but we'll see! =D Sybil is a nurse after all, she needs someone to heal! ;D

The Yankee Countess: I figured that if he was a greedy for affection as a child and always coddled, he would naturally be afraid of the dark. You can't see so feelings of isolation creep up when it's dark. If no one is there to hold, you, get even more scared. I think every time Tom feels scared, intimidated, or is in a weird situation, contact really comforts him. YES! Sybil will always be there to rescue Tom! ALWAYS AND FOREVER! (Hear that JF?) Ahh…If you like the little mention of the bath in the last chapter, I think you'll really enjoy this lust chapter…XD Sorry you didn't get this chapter last night like I said you would! Please don't be angry! *runs away*

MelodyOfSong: Ohh! Thank you so much! I was actually really worried about that last chapter. I wrote each section separately, then interspersed one into the other. Not sure if it worked all that well in the middle, but the ending came out the way I wanted it to!

Andorra97: Poor Tom! =( She'll tease him every once in a while about it, but she thinks it's really cute that he's afraid of the dark. Don't worry my dear! There's more stuff on the way! A lot more stuff! =X

shana-rose: YAY! You don't have to wait long! HERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER!

piperholmes: Thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this last chapter…for now…=X

More notes: Seriously though. If you have a problem with understanding the last chapter, you can message me and I can always change it so it's a bit more coherent. I'd hate it if you didn't like the chapter because of my incompetent writing. I CAN DO BETTER! I PROMISE!

I've posted the floor plan of the Branson's flat on my profile, so if you want to take a look at it, you are more than welcome to. I'll put up a timeline of the chapters once it's all done! =X

I'd like to apologize to shana-rose for the last chapter. I know you hate it when a chapter ends with 'implied sexytimes' and then the next chapter starts with 'after said sexytimes.' I hope this makes up for it!

AND A HUGE THANKS TO MIMIJAG! (All of you will find out later! =X)

A big thanks to YOU for reading this fic (some, multiple times XD)! It really means a lot and if I could thank every single person who read this, I would, but I can't. So, please with my deepest affections, please accept this "Thank you! You're amazing!" and a really big hug!

Don't worry! More is in store! I'll be writing new fics, updating old fics (if I ever get past this writers block…), and amending this one from time to time! Teaser time! I've got one all planned out and another one currently being planned out (You can thank The Yankee Countess for the one in the planning stages right now! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)

I always thought Tom and Sybil should go out with a bang. (LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!) And damn, they've got a lot of stamina…Then again, they have about 14 years of sexual frustration between them…XD

Enough of that!

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, the last chapter.

BRANSON SEXYTIMES FOR REAL!

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Lust

Sybil

Tom and Sybil collapsed on the bed, completely sated and thoroughly exhausted from the last hour and a half.

"Tom?"

"Yes?"

"Can we do something different?"

He rolled over to her and propped his head on his arm. "Are you saying that I'm boring?"

"No! Of course not!" She rolled to her side and brought her hand to the tuft of hair at the center of his chest. She dragged her nails through the short hairs and heard a deep growl from inside his chest. "It's just that...we've been doing the same things over and over again…I think we should get a little…creative."

He piqued an eyebrow in interest. "What are you suggesting my dear?"

Sybil looked at Tom through her long eyelashes. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye and a knowing smile on her lips. She pulled him in close and tangled her arms and legs with his until there was no space between their naked bodies. She nuzzled her face into his chest and took in his scent. Soap, shaving cream, and his natural musk. It was very…Tom. She smiled and cuddled closer while he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Tomorrow, love…tomorrow…"

. . .

Sybil checked the clock on the mantle above the fireplace and a wicked grin flashed across her face.

'Tom comes home in half an hour. Perfect!'

Thirty minutes later…

"Sybil? Darling? Are you home?" Tom took off his coat and hat and hung them on the hook beside the door.

"In the kitchen! Go into the bedroom and change into the clothes on the bed."

"Why?"

Sybil peeked her head out of the kitchen. She had bright red lipstick and her eyes were lined with black.

Tom's jaw dropped. He's seen his wife with a little bit of powder on her face but it was never this…bold. Sybil was always a stunningly beautiful woman. The bright red lipstick made her full lips even fuller and the black on her eyes made her blue even bluer. She was gorgeous, ravishing, foxy, tantalizing.

"I'm taking you out tonight!"

Her head retreated back into the kitchen.

Tom headed over to the hallway that lead to their bedroom but stopped. "I don't trust you Mrs. Branson."

She laughed as her angelic voice teased him even more. "As well you shouldn't."

Sybil heard Tom's footsteps walking to the bedroom, heard the click of the door and waited…

3…

2…

1…

"WHAT THE HELL?"

Sybil pursed her lips to hide her secret smile and turned to the archway of the kitchen. She wanted to make sure that she was the first thing he saw when he came in.

Angry footsteps barged into the kitchen along with a equally as angry husband.

"Sybil! I told you I'm…nev…"

Sybil watched Tom's eyes go wide, the black fabric in his hand was completely forgotten about, and his jaw dropped for the second time. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her face slightly to the side.

"Like my new dress darling?"

Did Tom like it? Did he really like it? Tom wanted to rip that dress off and take her right on the counter right then and there. Forget about the night out. He wanted a whole week in instead.

The woman standing before him was Sybil, but she was more…ohh, Sybil.

Shiny black heels adorned her delicate feet. Her regular white stockings were replaced with a sheer black pair that hugged every inch of her long legs. Her dress (if he wanted to call it that) stopped at the knee, putting her black stocking clad legs out on display. The skirt of the dress was loose, but the bodice of her dress was like a second skin. It clung to every curve of her body at all the right places: hips, waist, breasts. The neckline scooped from her shoulders to the top of her perfect mounds. She was practically bursting out of the top of the dress. Not that Tom was complaining. He loved the view. He traced the path of the long pearl necklace she was wearing. The bottom of the necklace had fallen into her cleavage.

He would gladly fix her necklace if she asked…

Tom's pants got a little tighter at the thought and nodded dumbly.

"So, what were you saying before?"

Tom's head was still swimming at the sight of Sybil. He managed to find words in this very…hard…time, but he couldn't string them into sentences that contained more than one word.

"Tuxedo? Where? How?"

"Remember when Mary and Edith came for our wedding? They brought a tuxedo for you to wear, but I said you would never wear it. I put it away and I thought tonight would be a perfect time to use it."

"What? But…no."

Sybil held her hand up to stop her husband from saying anymore.

"No. You need a good suit, whether it's for Dublin or for Downton, it doesn't matter. And we're going out on the town tonight. Trust me love, where we'll be going, you'll want to be in that tux. Now, go into our bedroom, get changed as quickly as you can so we can leave while the night is young."

Tom straighten up and saluted his wife. "Yes ma'am."

He legged it out of the kitchen before Sybil could chase him out.

Twenty minutes later, Sybil and Tom were at the door, ready to take on Dublin and all of her secrets.

Sybil held her hand out, waiting for her husband to take it in his.

"Ready to be taken out Mr. Branson?"

Tom stepped forward and entwined their fingers together and have her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Ready as I'll ever be Mrs. Branson."

. . .

"Jesus Sybil, how did you find this place?"

"One of the nurses told me about it, so I wanted to see what it was like!"

The trumpets were blaring, the drums were pounding, the bass was swinging, and the laughs, alcohol and the kisses were free-flowing. The place smelled like cigars and sweat. The men were all dressed to the nines and the women had their best dresses on. Sybil surveyed the place and concluded that her husband was the fittest man in the room. Sybil noticed that all women were staring at her husband and were green with envy as they sat with their less than spectacular husbands.

'I keep telling him a good tailored suit can do wonders…'

Tom looked nothing short of dashing in his tux. The shoulders fit him squarely and the jacket followed the contour of his angular body. The pants were constricted in all the right places while still remaining loose. The white of his shirt contrasted very nicely with the his black waistcoat, making his chest look even broader.

She looked at the women more closely now and was shocked to find that ALL of them were green with envy. Sybil wrapped her arm tighter to his and a smug look crossed her face. She turned into him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Her face lingered closely to his and everyone in the room melted away.

All the eyes on the room were on Sybil and Tom.

Tom leaned into her ear and whispered. "Care for a dance milady?"

"Why Branson, I thought you would never ask!"

Tom took her hand on his and led her to the dance floor. It was packed, but they found enough space for them to be pressed together. Tom's hand snuck around her waist while one of hers found his shoulder. The clasped hands and let the beat of the music whisk them away to a different place.

Tom pressed his fingers into her back to bring her closer. His fingers sunk into her…

'No…she couldn't have…'

He leaned in close.

"Sybil…you're not wearing a…"

"Shh, Tom!" She pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. She stood on her tip toes and caught his earlobe between her lips. A red tinge was left when she pulled away. "You don't want to whole club to know do you?"

Sybil felt Tom's growl beneath her as he held her closer and whirled her around as their laughs filled the air.

. . .

The Bransons stumbled into their flat giggling and holding hands. The red from Sybil's lips had faded but that same shade of red had suddenly appeared all over Tom's neck, cheeks, and lips.

"Tom? Can you go into the kitchen and boil two kettles of water? It's going to get cold tonight and we need it for the hot water bottles."

"Of course love."

Tom did as he was told as Sybil sauntered off to the bathroom. He heard the bathtub faucet turn on.

After several minutes, the water was boiling and he heard the faucet turn off. Sybil's voice called him from the other side of the flat.

"Tom? Can you come into the bathroom? I can't get my zipper down. And bring the hot water too!"

"Coming, love."

He took the kitchen towels and wrapped the hot handles of the kettles around them. He made his way to the hall, turned the corner and walked all the way to the end. The bathroom door was closed so he had to call her name.

"Sybil? Can you open the door? My hands are full."

Tom took a step back and the door swung open. He stepped into the bathroom and he nearly dropped the kettles on his feet.

"Hello Tom."

Sybil. Sitting on the edge of a filled bath. Completely naked. The glow of a dozen candlesticks bathed her in an ethereal glow. She was truly a goddess. His goddess.

"I'll take those, thank you."

She took the kettles and poured the hot water into the full bath, bending over just a little bit, well aware that her husband was standing behind her, completely awestruck and staring lustily at her perfect bum. Once all the hot water was poured, she reached into the warm water and stirred it with her hand, knowing that she had to bend over even more.

Tom couldn't breathe. He had seen his wife naked plenty of times, but tonight was different. She was there to seduce him.

Tom was more than happy to be seduced by his gorgeous naked wife standing before him.

"You little minx."

She looked over her shoulder, pressed her lips into a smile and shook her bum at him. "I'll not deny it."

This was clearly no time for talking. She closed the bathroom door and pressed her body to his. His mouth hungrily feasted on hers and she began to slowly lose herself in the feeling of Tom's lips on hers.

Her hefty bosom rose and fell with every inhale and exhale. "I want you now."

Sybil tore off his clothes until he was stark naked. She attacked his lips and rubbed her clit on the head of his cock. She took one of his hands in hers and dragged it down to where there bodies were most sensitive. Tom got the idea and started to gently caress her nub and wet slit with his long tender fingers. He groaned in pleasure when she took him in her hand and started to rub his tip in circles with her thumb. Sybil broke away from the kiss and pulled her hand away from him. Tom was a little disappointed, but that wouldn't last for long. Sybil was still being expertly pleasured by Tom's hand when she breathed out her next words.

"You look so…sexy…with that…tuxedo on…I've been…waiting…to do this…all night… "

Sybil took a step back as his damp hand fell to his side. She got down on her knees and licked Tom from the base to the tip. She darted her tongue out again and dipped it in the indentation at the tip of his head. He shuddered in pure bliss.

"Tell me when."

She took him in his mouth sucked gently on his head and released. As her mouth left him, there was a soft popping sound and she took him in again. She rolled his head and rubbed the underside of his shaft with her clever tongue. Tom groaned in rapture. Her hand grabbed him and started to pump his shaft. Her teeth gently grazed his cock as she started to bob her head back and forth. Her mouth and hand were sending him to heights he never imagined. Her other hand reached up and started massaging his balls. Her palm gently squeezed and fingernails stoked the pair. Tom, overcome with desire, tangled his fingers in her hair and started to involuntarily thrust into her mouth, urging her to suck a little harder.

And harder she sucked.

"Oh God…Sybil…"

Tom's panting and moaning got more frequent and they were progressively getting louder. Sybil knew he was about to come.

She looked up at Tom, who was looking back at her, pressed her tongue to the bottom of her mouth and took in as much of him as she could. Tom felt the tip of his member hit the back of her throat and he exploded. Sybil's name escaped his lips in a long drawn out deep moan. Pleasure rocked his body and the only thing he could think about was the feeling of her warm wet mouth on him and her gentle hands stoking him.

She swallowed every last drop, licked her lips, and kissed her way up until she stood on her tiptoes. She pressed a light peck on his lips and he immediately reached for her nipples and rolled them in between his thumb and forefinger. She rolled her head back and let the waves of pleasure overtake her body.

"Mmm…"

Tom's body was still quaking from his orgasm, but hearing Sybil's moans and her lips on his again, he felt the blood rush back into his cock, preparing for round two.

"We should get into the bath love. We're awfully dirty."

Sybil took Tom's hand in hers and led them into the bathtub. They eased into the warm water and Tom sat behind her. She leaned into his chest and they both sighed in comfort. The warmth from the water eased any muscle aches they had from dancing and from their recent liaison. Tom placed his hands on her shoulders and started to massage them. Sybil sighed in relief. His hands soon found their way to her chest and he started to massage her breasts. His lips found her neck and started fluttering kisses on the creamy skin.

"Tom…"

One of his hands slid lower and lower until he found her lower lips and sunk a finger into her.

"Oh God…Tom!"

He pumped his finger in and out of her and added another, stretching her out. She gasped and moaned in sweet agony. The placid surface of the water was now being disrupted by the actions of his hands under the water.

For the second time that night, Sybil pulled away from him and turned to face him. They launched into a languid kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sybil positioned herself above his cock and rubbed herself on his tip. He was about to thrust up when her firm hands stopped him.

"Let me love…"

Sybil sunk onto him Tom slid into her easily. He relished the feeling of her around him, squeezing him. Tom fit so perfectly in her. She was so warm and tight.

She started to rock against him and their moans filled the air. Tom thrusted in and out of her. The friction between them was mind blowing.

Wanting even more friction, Sybil leaned back even further and grasped his ankles. The further and further Sybil leaned back, her pleasure increased exponentially. She was almost at the edge when Tom's hand snaked to her front and started to tease her clit. He rubbed in small quick circles in rhythm to her rocking. Tom felt his balls tighten and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Come for me Sybil."

He took the nipple that was on the surface of the water and sucked hard on it. It was enough to send her flying over the edge.

"Oh Tom…Tom…TOM!"

Sybil's inner walls started to flutter and grasped his cock even tighter. The feeling of Sybil clenching around him was enough to make him come. Tom shot his load into Sybil's warm depths for what seemed like hours. Her inner walls squeezed every last bit of seed that he could spill. Tom was about to pull out when Sybil sat even firmer on his lap.

"Not yet…We're not close to being done yet Mr. Branson…" Sybil whispered.

"Of course milady."

They giggled softly to each other as Tom's cock did the opposite.

The candle lights flickered and cast Tom and Sybil's shadows on the walls as they went for round three…and four…and five…