Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you.

As the evening went on, Mary had kept in mind to stop for a while and take in all of the sights and sounds around. She wanted to remember all of it, every detail, the freedom and happiness she had living at Downton. She did capture it all, her senses like a camera; from what the female servants were wearing, to the music to the drink and conversation.

The way she moved, her eyes darting around the room, was enough to make Matthew sigh. She drifted, around the party, drinking from elegant glasses and eating tiny dishes. She's doing that small talk thing, he thought, where I can tell she isn't interested in the conversation.

She was peaceful, as always, just like a dove.

They caught eye sight quickly and she smiled, excusing herself from the conversation with guests. And he walked to her, meeting her in the middle of the floor, buttoning his waistcoat.

She stood as tall as she ever had done without even the slightest bend in her figure. Her hair glowed chestnut and in it she wore her tiara, the jewels catching the light. She always looked her best and, looking her over now, he appreciated it more than ever. The silk of her skin, the porcelain like features of her face, the rich crimson of her dress.

Soon they were embracing. They danced, laughing, Mary's face alive with joy. They twirled around the dance floor, effortlessly, as if they were the only two people in the room. It always happened, they forgot the presence of others. They only had eyes for each other. It was free and wild. It was loving the other more than their own lives, they needed each other to breathe. Her laugh echoed across the hall at Downton and he smiled.

But then she was softer, lighter, Matthews arms encircling her tight waist. He drew her closer, breathing in her perfume. She moaned slightly as he pushed his lips to her ear.

He felt her exhale, and her hands traced his jaw-line up to caress his neck. They swayed lightly, in time to the music, watching others circle them. They remained together silently, in each others arms, for some minutes. A great sense of peace had come over them both.

And then Matthew pulled back, holding her shoulders.

"You look beautiful tonight my dear, as always. I fail to remember a day when you haven't." he whispered to her.

"You are too good to me." she blushed.

"I love you," she said clearly, "so terribly much." His thumb stroked gently over her skin.

"And I have always loved you," All she could do was sigh, relaxing back into him, her eyes filling with admiration. "Since the moment I first saw you bursting into Crawley House in your grey riding habit, so angry and magnificent. It was quite amazing I must say – you know I loved you then?"

"I know."

"And I love you now and I will always love you."

"I know you will. And I wouldn't ask for anything more."

And they were lost in in embrace, the light pressure of her wonderful lips working on his. The smell of her skin as her hand grazed his cheek. Her hair was silky soft as usual, he ran a hand along it. Yes, the others were close but in their minds, it was a matter of not caring. He held her close, breathing in her every sigh. Her lips had always looked so inviting, yet until now he didn't want to invade them.