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Well, hi! For months I've searched for an omo fiction about this show but without success, also my fav ship is Cora/Robert (Cora is my absolute fav character) which means it's even harder. Soooo I thought "the hell, I'm doing it." I saw there's a lot of topics about the Victorian Era and since my story is set in 1890 ca I read some of them.. which are mostly about the middle class or lower ones; Downton Abbey, of course, revolves around the higher classes, being Cora and Robert a Countess and an earl (I can hardly imagine one of the "Upstairs" squatting down to pee in the middle of the gardens, so to speak), so I thought I'd give my take on the following events. That said, it's fiction so everything that's wrong according to the period, please note that is for narrative purposes. Also, I'm not a native but I like this language very much, every grammatic error or spelling mistake is mine. Don't roast me on that.. not much! Eheh, I'll try my best. Oh, yes, it's multichapter. So if you like this, please let me know and I'll post more as soon as I can ;) A Proper Lady Fandom: Downton Abbey Characters: Cora, Robert, Violet Setting: pre-serie (around 1890) Warning for this chapter: none (desperation) Chapter 1: Tea Party It was her first tea party as a married woman and Cora couldn't have been more excited. Since she married Robert Crawley, in February, everyone started to look her in a different way: not the American Princess with a lot of money anymore, but a simple woman that earned her right to be in the strict English society. And since a baron, friend of the family, who recently got married himself, had planned to organize a tea party for May, every important family of the Yorkshire had devoted months to buy the finest frocks, jewels for the lady and carved canes for the lords to win an unannounced competition for the best look during the opening party for the summer. Because looks were everything. Cora knew that very well and had to keep that in mind this time particularly, since it was her first time as Countess, as Robert's wife, Violet's daughter-in-law. It was like her society debut all over again, except this time there wouldn't be just one king whose eyes were keen on inspect her for thirty second top, no, there would have been hundreds of kings and queens, much more critical and attentive, ready to judge her at her first tiny mistake, and for hours. Violet had dedicated her entire time for weeks to instruct the girl on that particular day, so she could not misbehave and make her son's terrible choice of wife at least look decent. Cora could sense Violet's close eyes on each breath she took, judging harshly – silently, with stern glances – the way she talked, the way she forced her laugh whenever a silly bachelor teased her about her birth country, the way she walked among other much more elegant, in Violet's eye, English girls her age, even the way she sipped her tea. Cora felt it all. And of course, it was a damper on her entire mood. Her excitement, also, had dropped considerably since her expectations hadn't exactly turned up as she'd imagined. Yes, girls and boys were more open with her, they sometimes talked to her, but basically, she just felt the outcast of the group. Robert couldn't help, she couldn’t blame him. He had to stay with his male friends, just like the code imposed; as for her, she was supposed to hang around other young countesses or baronesses or duchesses around her age, but she felt like they all snobbed her.. without even bother to hide their intentions with much effort at all! Cora hated it all, but she had to admit that when Violet said that everyone looked at her with a different eye, she was right. They hadn't stopped their teasing, but they had indeed stopped looking down on her and if they did, their envy was quite blatant.. Violet told her that she should've felt proud at least for that, or look like she was. Even if she didn't feel she belonged there, she had to act like it for Robert and yes, after all, there was room for improvement, she could see that. It was her chance to start with the right foot and within a couple of years, maybe, she would have blended in with the others snobs and aristocrat. She could do it. That party was her baptism. She must have been impeccable. And being impeccable also included never ask where the loo was, right in the middle of a conversation about Paris. Cora pretended to listen to the mistress of the house as she babbled about her honeymoon in the city of love, nodding when she saw the other nodding, sipping the smallest amount of tea once in a while not to look weird being the only one not drinking tea during a tea party. Each girl around her gulped down cup after cup in the most gracious ways all the while biting on biscuits and chatting on every silly subject. Cora had troubles finish her first one. Not that she didn't like the mix of special of tea leaves, of course, but currently she was cursing herself for that cup of tea during her breakfast in the Abbey, that glass of water she took right before the meal and all the wine that Robert offered her to taste. No, actually she was cursing herself for having skipped a loo stop right before leaving for the tea party. But the thought, back then, just had slipped her mind: she'd been too excited and impatient.. for nothing. And now she was in trouble. Her need had made itself known right after their arrival, few hours before when she stepped out of the carriage and gravity took over her bladder. She'd been able to ignore that bothering sensation quite well, distracting herself with talking and strolling in the gardens whenever someone suggested something, but she couldn't have avoided that three or four toasts in honor of the newlywed and consequently she had to drink three or four flutes of champagne accordingly. She'd stopped counting, by then. And right now it was five o'clock, so she just had to enjoy a good cup of hot steaming tea. Cora wasn't enjoying it at all. She'd considered asking someone where the loo was, but to whom? And then, she was just too shy to ask in front of everyone, since girls apparently lived as a group rather than individuals and men, well, they were out of questions. Violet couldn’t be bothered or course and then.. would it be appropriate in the first place? How come a problem like that had never come up during their “lessons”? Yes, back at home she could go visit the bathroom whenever she pleased but still, none of them had thought of that natural inconvenience? Why everyone else seemed so calm? Was she the only human needing to pee in there? Impossible, seen the amount of liquids everyone had gulped down since they first arrived. Cora shut her eyes and took a sharp, small, breath. Eight hours. Eight hours since she woke up at nine, that day, eight hours since she'd relieved herself, eight hours she'd been holding and waiting to do that again. Eight hours. She couldn't think of that. “You don't like your tea, dear?” “What?” Cora shot her eyes open, blushing when she noticed that the small group of four people was staring right at her. Not much people, but still four, judging, a few years older wives like her. “You can tell me,” the Baroness continued with a fake smile “if the mix is too much for you.” Cora smiled back, hating that she implied that her American taste wasn't sophisticated enough. She knew each zinger too well, by now. “No, it's delicious.” she replied, rotating her cup with a graceful gesture of her wrist. She was pretending to mix the colored liquid when actually she was just considering the amount she had to drink. She mirrored the other woman when she took a sip and did the same, with the only difference of gulping her half-cup down in one go. Maybe it had been a mistake. It hadn't been that graceful and light giggles had started to spread. Well, at least she had finished her cup. “Another one?” This time, Cora was sure that the Baroness had smirked. Maybe she knew? Impossible. “Thank you.” she politely smiled at the footman refilling her cup, immediately sipping some to prove.. well, something to the Baroness. It seemed to work, because the conversation went on and everybody unfocused their attention from her. The pressure in her lower stomach started to bother her more than it should have. And still she had a couple of hours before the party would be over, a carriage ride to survive until the Abbey and then, oh sweet heaven, she should've changed for dinner, meaning she could visit her bathroom without problems at all. The only question was if she would have make it. But then again she'd been holding for hours and her need had just started to bother her considerably, what were two more abundant hours? Cora sipped again from her cup, crossing her ankles so she could press harder her thighs together. That seemed to help. Because a proper Lady would never cross her legs, even if that was what she wanted to do, badly. She fidgeted a little on the spot, shifting on the edge of the stuffed chair she was sitting – alone, fortunately – creating a light friction against the aching area with her clothes. It helped too and all when unnoticed. Being the outcast had its advantages. From that moment on, she focused herself on crossing and uncrossing her ankles, changing position on her chair every now and then, trying so hard to distract her brain from her need and focus on the conversation. It did lack of interesting subjects, so that too was a challenge for her as well. By the time she'd finished her second cup, her nails unwillingly dug into the arm of the chair. She relaxed her hand before anyone could notice, but it was clear to her that she would have never make it through the party without humiliating herself and ridicule the entire family. A countess, in her twenties, that peed herself in the middle of a party, in front of everyone. She would have been the laughingstock of the English society for generations. And Robert? She couldn't do that to Robert! All because she'd refused to ask where the bathroom was? She refused to be that shy. The embarrassment for that question would have easily faded, but the embarrassment of losing control of her own body in front of the Yorkshire? Never. “Are you all right, Cora?” The Baroness asked with a smirk. That sadistic woman almost seemed to enjoy her discomfort, even if she didn't know the source of it. No, Cora was sure she was enjoying it and the other ladies too. How mean. “Yes.” She lied. Her voice cracked a little and she felt hot blood rushing to her cheeks. Cora tried to dissimulate with a smile. “I just need some air, it's a little too warm in here.” of course no one would offer to accompany her. But Cora was happy it happened, this time. She would have searched for a maid and ask for her help or at least where the toilet was; that wasn't forbidden, was it? “You're right. We'll take a stroll with the men, later, before the farewells.” The Baroness informed, unimpressed by her sudden departure “You'll join?” “Of course.” Cora nodded with a grateful smile “If you'll excuse me.” She waited for the Baroness to give her permission to leave – which took a while – and then she stood up. Cora was happy that no one was watching her, because it was blatant that something was wrong with her. As soon as her body left the support of the chair and the safety of a sitting position, she realized how heavy her bladder actually was. It felt like a brick stuck inside of her. A liquid brick. Moving down. She shot her eyes open for a while, fearing the worst. Cora didn't bother to check if everything was fine, if she could walk trusting her muscles, she just bolted away, trying to ignore the surprised giggles fading behind her, whispering wanders and suppositions. Luckily – or not – the few she heard were wrong. She was walking quickly, her back stiff, both loving and hating the corset for supporting her back and pushing mercilessly against her full bladder. Without it she would walk doubled-over, making quite obvious her embarrassing need, yet her stomach would have had much more room to expand. What a blessed curse. Cora didn't remember that house being so big when she arrived, almost nine hours before. Also, not that crowded. And yet it was, bursting with people just as she was bursting for an entirely different thing. There were people at every corner: men chatting, ladies laughing, footmen preparing trays of appetizers and glasses full of every liquor and champagne imaginable. Seeing all that light yellow liquid bubbling sent a sharp stab in her belly and she almost lost control. It was too much and she was starting to feel tired.. her muscles felt tired. She just wanted to let go. Of course, she couldn't. She just needed to find someone, anyone she could ask where the bathroom was. Was she asking for the moon? She slipped into a corridor, almost running past groups of people too caught up with their conversations to notice her and she ended up into a hall, as well full of people. All those footmen and no maids? Not even one? Her eyes darted in all directions, frantically. It was then when she didn't notice a child's play of chasing and a little girl stumbled on her, laughing and offering her excuses. That midget demon was running with her arms in front of her and like a battering ram, she'd pushed her little hands on her stomach. The corset absorbed most of the impact, but the sudden constriction had been very bad for her weak and over-strained bladder. It was really too much. Cora gasped loud – although the chattering covered her sound – and she felt a hot damp work through her undergarments. She hurriedly crossed her legs while standing, relieved that her crème dress covered her bottom half of her body, closing both of her hands in tight fists, restraining her own body from the mad need of grabbing herself to prevent a much more problematic leaking. She fought hard to regain control without any other help, but when the muscles tighten again enough, she decided it was time to find that damned maid. Quickly. No excuses. She decided to go into an adjacent room and then in the next one and a corridor and another room. That house was immense and everywhere, there were people. Cora started to see blurred. Her eyes had started to leak as well. She felt desperate physically and emotionally and there was no one she could go to. She turned a corner and then another one, until she found the smallest passage between two rooms. It was a bit dusty there and she supposed no one used that passage since it was right next to a much more beautiful and wide corridor. Still no one. She was alone. She was alone! Cora gasped again, shoving her gloved hand between her legs, pressing hard against her womanhood through all that layers of clothing. She buckled her hips softly, dancing on one foot as she gently moaned in relief from that little help. She considered staying there a couple of seconds to regain complete control, but she knew she couldn’t wait long. She swallowed, massaging herself to better the relieve and she leaned against the wall, breathing hard. One, two, three. She counted, closing her eyes to prepare herself for another mad searching. She peeled slowly from the wall, but made only one step before the scare almost made her leak again.. and worse. She couldn't help her doubling over her hand, her heart hammering inside her chest. “Cora, what are you doing?” Violet was staring at her with a disapproving face. “I- I.” She stuttered, trying so hard to straighten her back. She did after a few attempts and quickly she removed her hand too. “Running away like that.” The older woman clicked her tongue “I've been observing you.” That was no surprise. And frankly, Cora was kinda happy she had been. Because now Violet would have helped her. She would, right? “I.. I need-” Cora bit her lip, pressing hard her thighs together. “I know. I watched your pitiful dance.” She sighed in dismay pursing her lips as she took a good look at the girl. Cora was fidgeting on the spot, shaking, shifting her weight from a foot to another. “I was about to find someone,” Cora spoke low, careful to control every other part of the body as she concentrate on talking “to ask where-” “Never!” Violet yelled in a stern whisper, canceling the distance between them with a wide step “Never do that.” she repeated, kinder now. “A proper Lady should never ask for the toilet when she's in public.” For how much absurd it sounded, Cora could see that. After all, they were supposed to be beautiful doll to expose, faint at the view of blood and of course not proving to the world that they were human being too, so body functions were a big nono in every area. “What can I do?” Cora almost shirked “I really need to-” “I can see that.” Violet sighed matter-of-factly “But I told you, that's not how a proper lady behaves.” there was something in her ice-blue eyes that scared the girl. “What?” Cora's eyes widen at her words and her bladder twitched with a painful spasm. She had no choice but to grab herself for a moment before she decided it was safe to let go. “What do you mean-?” “That's not how I taught you, Cora.” Violet asserted “Didn't I told you to use the loo every time before leaving?” there was a wicked smile forming on her woman's lips “I knew this would happen.” “I forgot.” Cora felt her cheeks blushing even more. “You forgot?” Violet let out a hint of chuckle “Well, that's your punishment for not listening to me, thinking you know better.” she paused, watching as Cora suddenly grabbed herself in despair. Both hands. “I knew you weren't a proper Lady, you will never be.” “I am.” Cora cried softly “I can prove it to you.” she nodded as she pressed herself harder against her own fingers. “Prove it to me?” Violet faked a surprised look “A proper Lady should be able to control herself and her need and you clearly aren't.” “But I-” Cora sobbed “I could make it.” “Not like that, you won't.” Violet crossed her arms on her chest. She studied as the girl before her swung and danced, frowning but never giving up once. “You're so determined on proving you can be a lady?” “Yes.” “I'll give you another chance, then.” Violet was smiling now “If you can make it through dinner, I won't bother you on the subject anymore.” “I will, I promise.” Cora nodded, her shoulder hitting the wall for support as she held herself. “If you could just let me go now, I will.” “What the point would be? If you ask for the loo, everyone will know you're not a proper Lady.” Violet pointed out. “And proving to me this evening won't change the fact that everybody will know what you will never be.” “I made a mistake not going to the toilet before leaving, but-” She shut her eyes tight, dancing a little on the spot “But-I can't hold it much longer.” Cora confessed and her cheeks turned bright red. She was on the edge of crying. “I'll lose control and I'll embarrass you all, and Robert-” She gasped. He may not loved her like she did, but he was a kind and a good man, he didn't deserve the shame of an improper wife. She couldn’t ask for the loo for Robert, as well she couldn't wet herself for everyone to see. Violet was thinking the same thing. “I guess everyone is entitled of one error.” the older woman conceded. “You made this to yourself, but we can't allow that kind of humiliation today. We have to manage on our own.” Cora nodded briefly. Violet was right, after all. A proper Lady should've been able to hold herself through a party or a dinner. It could have been a real lesson for her, even if it looked like another teasing of her mother-in-law, it wasn't. “You'll help me?” She agreed. “We must cooperate to limit the damage. Follow me.” Violet gestured with a tilt of her head. Noticing Cora still grabbing herself, walking stiffly and slowly, reluctant of letting go of her crotch, she sighed through her hinted smile, a sympathetic one “Whenever you're ready. But I suggest you hurry. Robert's coming over here.”
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