"Oh,Isobel," Elsie d we end up here?"
Isobel slowly turns around. Facing Elsie. Holding her tight in her arms. Getting lost in her beautiful eyes. Eyes that have made her knees weak so often during the last months. Eyes that are so deep that Isobel fears of drowning in them. Eyes that have comfort and caressed her.
"I don´t have the slightest idea,"Isobel answers with a mischievous smile on her lips,"but I´m glad we did,Mrs Hughes."
"So am I,Mrs Crawley,so am I,"Elsie teases back. She knows how much Isobel loves her thick Scottish accent and she lets Isobel´s name drop really slow from her tongue.
Hungry lips meet,tender hands explore bodies, that have been untouched for too long, while their minds travel back to the day that changed their lives.
