Season 1 Episode 1
A/N:
As I devoured a large portion of the Chelsie fanfiction available, I found myself looking for a story that looked at every moment we see of these two beautiful creations together, I didn't find one and have no original ideas of my own so here is the product.
This chapter had to be split with the individual thoughts not interwoven like the rest will be.
I do not own these two, if I did there would be a lot more moments with them alone together in Mrs Hughes sitting room with maybe one too many glasses of sherry.
April 1912
Mrs Hughes sighed as she strode purposefully down the corridor that led to the kitchen. Charles…Mr Carson, she mentally scolded herself, was in one of his usual morning flaps as he polished the silver. She didn't get to see him but she heard him booming at William to get the paper. His voice, oh his beautiful voice that sent her heart racing. He was her worst distraction and her brightest part of the day. She was totally and completely in love. She glanced her head to the left at a clatter to shake her from her thoughts and shook her head, thankful for the interruption. Get a hold of yourself lass, it wouldn't be right to swoon at the thought of him in plain sight. With that she raised her head and prepared for another run in with Mrs Patmore about the store cupboard, and headed into the kitchen.
-CE-
Mr Carson had come down after dressing and immediately headed for the silver cupboard in his pantry and barricaded himself away. When William knocked and entered he was a little disappointed that it wasn't her. Of course it wasn't her, he heard her pass just as he yelled at William and cringed, now she defiantly thought of him as a cranky old butler. Damn it to hell of course he was off kilter, his thoughts returned to the conversation at hand and gestured with the candlestick he was polishing for William to take out the ironing board. He imagined her swaying down the hallway, her hips moving with every precise step, and the chatelaine grasped in her hand today he noted, jangling happily. Her footsteps and her keys were the noises that made her…along with her beautiful lilting voice and gorgeous laugh. Oh he could stand here thinking of her all day. He nearly dropped the candlestick when the knock at the back door pierced his happy fog and he hastily set it down to symbolise the end to his thoughts. He took a deep breath and took off his apron, put on his coat and pondered the thought of how beautiful she would look this morning, with that thought he could last through breakfast.
-CE-
Breakfast was a hurried occasion as usual, but she didn't mind when she had the privilege to be seated beside the towering figure of the butler. Something had set her on edge today…or maybe it was just the freezing air of the surrounding moors seeping through the walls. Either way she made certain to keep her knees from touching his, she couldn't risk falling into the earlier trap of pondering him…her…them…together on work hours, and in front of the maids she lectured on propriety. She felt a right hypocrite. Here she was dreaming of a man she could never have and there she was telling off her maids for flirting with a footman. She sighed and smiled to herself, if you're the only one who knows your hypocritical nature then I'm sure we'll be fine. Not wanting to be caught openly staring, she watched him out of the corner of her eye and noticed that he stayed silent. When Thomas spoke signalling the bells were beginning to ring, she looked up and answered him:
"No rest for the wicked."
Well that surely had slipped the filter. Now is not the time to say what you're thinking lass, she reprimanded herself after returning her eyes to her oats as if nothing was wrong, but she could not escape the light blush that crept up her neck. Her face grew hotter as she realised that her words had earned the attention of the man seated beside her.
-CE-
He had been observing her out of the corner of his eye. She was of course in her usual navy blue and silver striped dress with the slightly paler blue blouse underneath. He loved that one, she was comfortable in it and it moved well, if he could be so bold. His favourite part was the lace detailed collar with the shining little flower broach pin she wore in the column of her throat. He thought himself very feminine for thinking so but as a butler he was trained to have an eye for detail, and the details of her were his favourite to note. His second favourite part of the dress was the belt; it drew in the fabric enough to accentuate her curves but not enough to demand attention from anyone who was not looking for it. He couldn't say he was one of the gentlemen here, he had sneaked a glance to the southern region as she walked away from him once or twice. The dress was so simple and so her, not that she was simple in any way, merely that she didn't need flashy items to make her beauty shine. Taken by thoughts he didn't utter a word throughout breakfast and was only woken from his thoughts by the melodic notes of the beautiful Scottish housekeeper's voice.
"No rest for the wicked."
Had she really said that? He inclined his head towards her to see her gaze return to her bowl as if nothing had happened, except something had. He saw the blush rise from the neck and marvelled at how alight it made her look, she glowed to him. He wondered what had made her choose those words, and the blush afterwards, obviously something went on in her head. He wished he knew what made her tick.
A/N: Their first scenes…tell me your thoughts?
I will be uploading the first 3 chapters in quick succession because I think the first few work better as a consecutive story but after that once a week