The idea to this story somehow popped into my head very sudden and didn't want to go away. I'm up to chapter 7 now with writing, but I still don't have figured out how to bring order into the "mixed relations". But of course you can be sure S/T will be endgame. No question about that. I just don't know how to get there, yet.

There will be Mary and Matthew in it, but probably not enough to tempt a M/M shipper to read it.

I hope I'll be able to upload very regularly, but it depends on my muse and my freetime. I promise to try my very best though!

I thank Scarlet very, very much for her editing. I couldn't do it without her!

Comments are always very appreciated!

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Mixed Relations

She threw her head back, pressing it in the soft pillow beneath her. Her breath started coming in gasps and not as quietly as she would have wanted, but she was beyond caring. Yes! That was it. Yes, yes! right there! She felt the tingling sensation, the pressure, the need to get there and she knew she was getting close.

He was hovering over her, pounding in and out of her in a steady and fast rhythm. His eyes focused on her face, still with that half smile at the corners of his mouth that she found sexy.

She didn't have to worry that he couldn't hold out long enough. He always did.

When he sent her flying over the edge, she saw stars.

Jesus, he is good, really good!

He came right after her, groaning softly and squeezing his eyes shut. He then relaxed, but was still considerate enough to roll off her, so not to crush her under his weight.

Afterward they lay on their backs for a while, staring at the ceiling.

He was the first to speak. He always was.

"Mhmm," he sighed. "I needed that."

"Me, too," she agreed. "Good thing you were in town when I called."

He chuckled. "Yeah. And it was pure luck. I came just back from Brussels yesterday. I was there for two weeks."

"EU coverage?, " she asked.

"Yes. Pretty boring though. Nothing really new. How's your life right now?"

"The usual," she said. "I'm bored. Angry. Tense."

He turned around, popped on his elbow and and grinned down on her. "Well, let's do something more about getting rid of that tension then. That's what I'm here for, isn't it?"

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Sybil Crawley carefully opened the door to her sister's apartment and tiptoed down the hall, toward the kitchen, careful to be as silent as possible. She really didn't want to wake Mary in the wee hours of the morning. Mary wasn't a morning person and in the middle of the night Mary would be downright horrible.

It was good she still had the spare key for Mary's apartment after Mary's last holiday. Sybil wouldn't have known where else to go after her horrible night. Going home was out of the question. She would never set foot into that flat again while Larry was there.

Edith would have been an option, but she was living with Michael now and Sybil didn't want to intrude into their bliss. Granny was out of the question, as were her parents. Luckily she suddenly remembered that she still had that key.

So here she was. At 5 o'clock in the morning, sitting in Mary's kitchen. What now?

She decided to have some tea first. That would calm her nerves. And then she would just sit at the table and wait for Mary to wake up.

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Tom was an early riser, especially during the summer. He liked waking up to the first sun and crisp morning air and the sounds of singing birds. Usually he went for a jog every morning, but today he indulged himself and went for a long shower instead. He let the water run for longer than necessary, just because it felt so good. He was in no hurry today. He only had to be at the office around noon since he had finished his article yesterday and sent it to the newsroom, too. He felt good, the stress of the last weeks gone. He hadn't felt so relaxed in weeks.

Coffee was what he needed now. Still towelling his hair, he prodded through the hall and into the kitchen to switch on the coffee maker.

"What... who...?"

Startled he looked up and stared into the shocked face of a young woman he'd never seen before, sitting at the kitchen table and staring wide eyed at his completely naked body.