Chasing the Cold Away

I started to write this fics months and months ago and I finally managed to finish it today ;)

I believe this is the first "Dr Lancaster/Sarah the servant girl" fic out there on the web, so I'm quite proud of it ^_^

Feel free to review on my first attempt to create a romantic erotica on that forgotten pair.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters, but they needed some sex.

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CHASING THE COLD AWAY


Passing his hand one last time on Lady Van Tassel's sweating forehead, Dr Lancaster knew it was too late. There was nothing more he could do. Nobody could change what would happen. He stood up and left the room. He joined Mister Van Tassel who was waiting outside for some good news. Some hope. Unfortunately, there was none. And Van Tassel understood it when he saw the doctor lowering his eyes and shaking his head. The landlord tried to hide the best he could the insurmountable sadness which invaded him. He wondered how he would get over this. And how his dear daughter would too. She was so shaken by that calamity. Would she ever be the smiling young lady full of life she used to be? He didn't know. He wished she could. Fortunately, his wife's nurse was there. Maybe the doctor was wrong. Who could say if he were or not? Perhaps could she help his wife to feel better. He knew she can. She was an herborist, she knew all the plants and their medicinal values. She could find a way to save his wife. And she was so loving and compassionate for their family. He was sure she was good-intentionned. Yes, she could make her feel better... In fact, she had made him feel better too on many occasions.

The nurse helped him to sit down and murmurred something to his ear, something Dr Lancaster couldn't hear. Kissing him slightly on the cheek, she approched the doctor. "Doctor Lancaster, would it be asking too much if you were staying here a bit longer. Baltus, humm - Mister Van Tassel is very anxious. It would reassure him if you were waiting for him in the parlor. He has some things to talk about with you."

The doctor couldn't refuse that offer; he knew Lady Van Tassel's time was counted. If he could help his old friend, he would stay. And it wouldn't annoy him to come home much later, he wasn't that eager to see his wife anyway.

Dr Lancaster started to climb down the stairs, but then he heard Baltus Van Tassel telling him something. "I will join you later; I need to be... alone for some time. Make yourself comfortable. One servant girl will bring you some tea if you want to."

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Thomas Lancaster looked outside the window of the Van Tassel's parlor. The sun had set since a long time and the night was already there. The snow covered the land. The trees seemed scarier than ever in winter. They looked dead, like the whole land. How dead indeed this place was...

"Sir?" A voice said quietly behind him. "Would you like some tea?"

The doctor turned to see who was talking. It was a young servant girl, a brunette, very pretty in her simple blue dress. He had never seen her before. She was surely a new maid working for the Van Tassel's family. She was smiling at him, holding a tray with a teapot and a cup of tea.

"Yes, of course." He answered.

His mind was away, thinking about the strangeness of the situation. He wondered what Van Tassel was doing. How much time should he wait again? He didn't know.

The young maid poured some tea in a cup and added milk in it. She gave it to the doctor Lancaster. Taking it, he looked down, deeply, at the shy brown eyes of the young woman. She wasn't pretty, she was... beautiful.

"What is..." He began, stumbling in his words, stunned by her closeness. "What is your name?"

She slightly blushed, looking away. It was quite embarrassing, but the servant girl looked up again, staring with assurance into the blue eyes of the doctor.

"Sarah." She answered.

He sat on one chair of the parlor. It was cold, even though the fireplace was emanating from fierce flames. Even the warmth of the tea didn't help the doctor to feel better. No, the coldness wasn't due to the winter. It was deep inside of him. But he felt he wasn't alone to live with it. The presence of death was everywhere in the Van Tassel's house. As was the coldness.

"You are Lady Van Tassel's doctor, aren't you?" She finally found the strenght to ask.

"Yes, I am." He answered to her question, as simple as possible. "My name is Thomas Lancaster. I live in the village."

But Sarah already knew it. She had heard about the doctor. And she had once seen him. He hadn't of course. She had been asked to go to the village to fetch Mr. Killian, as Mr. Van Tassel needed to see him that day. As she left Killian's home, she saw, exactly on the other side of the street, the house of a doctor, as the panel above the door was indicating. There, at that precise moment, she first saw the older man, walking in the street to go back at his home. Though he was far from her, she saw him very well. He looked so handsome with his dark blue coat and his tricorne, as the snow was slowly falling from the sky. She kept that vision dearly in her mind, cherishing it, for all the rest of the day. And now, he was just in front of her, talking to her, with a voice much beautiful than she had imagined he could have. He was indeed very handsome, even more now that she could see him at a close distance.

"May I ask you one more question? I do not wish to... annoy you." Sarah said, hesitantly.

"No, no, you are not annoying me." Dr Lancaster said, smiling. She wasn't annoying him and for obvious reasons. He wanted to keep her with him as long as he could. He needed a presence with him. He didn't want to be alone. Not now. "Ask me."

Sarah sat on another chair, near of the doctor's.

"How is Lady Van Tassel? Will she... live?" She finally asked after some heartbeats.

The doctor looked away, pursing his lower lip. He then looked back at her and sighed before answering to her question.

"I'm afraid she will not survive the winter..."

Shocked by the doctor's revelation, the young maid approached one hand of her mouth, the sadness invading her slowy. As a new servant of the Van Tassels, she had known the lady of the house for a short time. She was already sick when Sarah began to work for the family. But Lady Van Tassel seemed so kind... It was such a terrible tragedy. She seemed to feel worst every day. Sarah doubted that she would live much longer. Overwhelmed by her sadness, she stood up and wished to leave the room.

"No, please. Stay." The doctor suddenly said, grabbing her arm. His firm - and warm - grip made her turn. She looked down at him and remarked how beautiful his eyes were. How sad and lonely too. Why did he do that? Sarah thought she knew. She was sad and lonely too, after all. That gaze seemed to be endless. They could have stayed there for hours, for days, for years. Who would move first? Their breaths were intensifying. She tried to resist, but she couldn't anymore. And she knew he couldn't either. For a reason she couldn't explain, she suddenly bent down and kissed him passionately. He responded immediately, drawing her nearer, making her sit down on him. He slowly placed his hands on her hair, caressing them. She moved hers on his chest, seeking for some warmth. Then, a crack echoed. They both stopped, looking, searching, waiting for someone to enter. There was no one. It was only the sound of an old house. Or probably the spirits were just protesting against the view of that scabrous act. Nevertheless, they didn't care. All the pression, the presence of death, the omnipresent coldness had made them surrender. They had to change their mind - in a way - and let the passion invade them. They needed to chase it all away. Without a word, Sarah took the doctor by the hand and leaded him in a nearby cupboard. He followed her and closed the door behind them.

"We shouldn't have... I'm sorry I couldn't..." He tried to say, pursing his lips, but what could he add? She was indeed the most beautiful woman he had ever met and seen so close. But she was so young. If only had he been younger... and unmarried. His wife, yes... It wasn't the right place to think of her. Had he known he would give in to such an act, would have he came? He couldn't tell. How could he look in his wife's eyes again? Well, it wouldn't be that difficult; he was hardly looking at her anymore. He had married her ages ago and even at the beginning of their frequentations, he had never felt such an emotion for her. Not like Sarah. Just looking at her was making him dizzy. There was only one thing he was thinking about and he knew it wasn't right. And he knew it was very exciting. He sighed. "Sarah... you are so beautiful. What we are doing is wrong, but I can't..."

He didn't end his sentence. He drawn her near him, feeling her curves on his body. They kissed like they did before. But it was stronger. Lustful. He moved his lips on hers, pressing his hands on her hips. She did the same thing. He then let go of her mouth, touching lightly her chin, following the line of her small dimple and sliding to her neck. Inspired by some hidden instincts, he started kissing her neck, sucking and biting it, always slightly. She grabbed his hair - his wavy and curly greyish hair - and moaned deeply at his action. "Oh, Doctor Lancaster..." He looked up at her dark brown eyes, smiling divinely. "You can call me Thomas." He simply said before he added, "Do you think they will hear us?"

She smiled back, mischeviously. "Don't you worry about anything, my sweet doctor. Mister Van Tassel will not come down very soon. He is busy at something else... with his wife's nurse." It wasn't a mystery for anyone who was living in the house. Everybody was well aware of the disgusting fact that Van Tassel was having an affair with the nurse who was trying to save his dying wife. Also disgusting to think that the nurse had no reason to wish to save her as she would surely become the next Lady Van Tassel.

"And what about Miss Katrina, their young daughter?"

"She won't come out of her room. She rarely does. She is staying in it for hours. Reading, always reading. The sickness of her mother is greatly affecting her."

"So, we are not to be disturbed by anyone."

"Not likely..." At this answer, she kissed him again, slowlier than the first times. There was no urge, she thought. Except for the urge of their passion. But nobody would disturb them now. They were free to go through their fancy. Her hands made their way up to his scarf and undid it. After, she unbutonned his vest so she could finally feel his warmth under the shirt. Her lips left his mouth to taste his neck. He moaned, approving by caressing her back, her hips, then her bottom.

Grabbing her waist, the doctor changed of place with her, turning her back to the wall. His hands tried to pull down her bodice, so it could reveal her breasts. He slowly started to touch them, and then looked at her and kissed her on the mouth again. With her obvious approbation, he slid down to them, longly kissing her neck on the way, then her breasts. Sarah gasped as she felt his mouth and tongue around one of her nipples, his other hand busy on her other breast. While continuing to suck the nipple, his hands started to freely move up and down her body, learning to know each part of it.

Sarah passed her arms around the doctor's neck, holding him strongly. Thomas grabbed her skirt and pulled it up, touching the silk of her legs along the way. He slowly carressed her inner thighs. She shivered, the passion invading her. Her heart was throbbing. Her breath was quickening. As was his. She felt a burning between her legs and rubbed her body stronglier against the doctor. Passing her right cheek on his own, she kissed him slowly to the ear, softly licking his lobe.

"Thomas..." She whispered, breathless. "Take me... Now."

He moved his face to encounter hers. Parting her lips, he slid his tongue inside her mouth. He hesitated a bit, but Sarah replied to him, encouraging him by pushing her tongue further. Her hands went down on his, showing him how to fondle the skin of her legs. He suddenly pulled away from Sarah, looking deep into her eyes. They were both panting, lustful, hair in disarray. She grinned. Taking his manhood out of his pants, the doctor rushed feverishly back to the young servant girl's lips. He then slowly pulled her up on the wall. His hands held her thighs while she powerfully embraced Thomas' shoulders.

Sarah gasped at the first thrust. It was sudden, but gentle. The young maid had knew worst before. She pursed her lips. Her first relation with a boorish farmer, her neighbour, was far from the delight the doctor was giving to her. She smiled and moan. He answered to her with a similar sound, his lips lying on her cheek. She could feel his quick breath on her skin. She could hear it. She writhed, wrapping her legs as strongly as she could around Lancaster's hips. Rubbing herself against him, trying to follow his rhythm, the thrills ran deeply across her whole body. The burning tension built up until she reached the blissful point of ecstasy. She moaned and cling herself tightly to the doctor's body. He kissed her on the cheek and continued to plunge into her warmth. He wouldn't last much longer though. He released himself in a last grunt. They kissed again, softlier, both exausted. They soothed the passion away. Sarah then slowly went down to her feet. Her legs were weak and she was dizzy. She could hardly stand still. She pressed her body against Dr Lancaster's. He hugged her back, sighing. They found some peace in the silence, the only sound being of their shuddering breaths. However, they both knew they had to come back to reality. Sarah first pulled back, looking up at the doctor. Her hands rested against his naked chest, playing with his gingery body hair.

"What are we going to do now?" She quietly said, hesitantly.

Sarah moved her hands to his face, trying to clean off the sweat. Lancaster didn't quite know what to reply to her question. But did it really need an answer? They were happy, wasn't it the most important?

"I think... we should first think of getting dressed."

He smiled. She smiled him back. The young maid opened her mouth, ready to add something, but suddenly they both heard footsteps over their heads.

"Someone is climbing down the stairs!" Sarah exclaimed, with shock.

"Van Tassel."

They quickly buttonned their clothes back and straightened themselves, trying to look as if nothing had happened. They went out of the cupboard. Sarah headed for the tray and took it in her hands, while Thomas looked at her. He was quite embarrassed, he didn't know what to say, what to think. Then the door opened. Dr Lancaster turned his head in that direction. Sarah didn't dare looking, just in case their previous passion was still visible.

"Mr. Van Tassel, finally." The doctor said, with a false relief in his voice. "What kept you all this time?"

Baltus Van Tassel cleared his throat before answering, obviously seeking something to answer back.

"I looked over my wife." He finally stated, with a seemingly false assurance.

As Van Tassel walked in the parlor closer to Dr Lancaster, Sarah headed to the door. Closing it behind her, she looked one last time at the doctor's direction. A sly smile on her lips, Lancaster understood. He smirked back at her while Van Tassel turned his back to him.


~ The End.