A/N: Methinks a strong T. I don't own them, wish I did, they'd have a lot more fun! Please review if you can.
He hadn't really expected her skin to be as smooth as it was. Though what he had expected he couldn't recall exactly at the present. As his hand gently stroked the smooth skin of her hip it seemed all thoughts he'd ever thought before were gone, nothing existed except the creature in his arms.
Laying on his side he gazed contently at her head resting against his chest. Lazily he dragged his fingers up and down her hip marveling at the joy they had just shared. Every so often she made a small noise of contentment and he couldn't help but smile, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.
With her head pressed against his chest, she let her arm linger over his side, her hand gently tracing circles on his back. Her finger tips ghosting just slightly over his skin.
"I do so love you my dear." He whispered sweetly.
At his endearment she pressed her fingers into his skin slightly firmer than before. Gently raking her nails down his back, still red from her previous clawing at him in the throws of their first passions.
Slowly he scooted down the bed until his forehead pressed sweetly against hers. Her fingers began digging into his skin harder, his hand on her hip began to press into her flesh more firmly, pushing her lower body tighter against his.
They both paused for a moment, unsure what to do next. Weren't they too old to engage in marital relations so frequently. Their bodies were still covered in sweat from their first go at love making.
Without warning or hesitation Charles captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hand moving quickly to her bottom and pushing her firmly against his manhood. Her stray hand slipped up to his head, threading through his hair as she held his lips to hers, her hips began rolling against his.
The fire began to grow between them, hot and out of control inside them as their still untrained bodies wrestled out all the pleasure they could muster.
Sometime later they lay apart, no part of skin touching for fear of being consumed by the never ending fire again so soon.
"I love you too Charles. I don't remember if I said." She said, a hand resting against her breast as she fought to control her body.
"You didn't say, but I understood all the same." He said chuckling slightly.
"No need to be vulgar, my dear." She said in mock seriousness.
"Will we always be like this do you suppose?" He asked, gently taking her hand, suddenly aware of just how soft the skin of it was.
"God I hope so, love." She whispered her thumb slowly the skin of his knuckles.
"Now who is being vulgar?" He asked, turning to look at her, a wide devilish smile gracing his face.
Then an occurrence that would go down in history occurred. Charles Carson, butler of Downton Abbey and Elsie Carson, housekeeper of Downton Abbey burst into a fit of giggles that lasted until the sun peaked over the horizon.