Pillow Talk
Summary: Sometimes, the deepest and silliest conversations take place at night. Between lovers, it's called pillow talk.
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April 11, 1926:
It was early. That much he could tell simply by the small sliver of light which managed to sneak through the slit in the curtains. No doubt, his internal alarm clock had decided to alert him to the time, despite the weariness of his body, the completely relaxed state of his mind, and the reassurance that he had absolutely no official duties to perform today.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, reveling in the scents which greeted him. Lemon, a touch of vanilla, the fire still cracking in the fireplace, and something unique, something entirely new to him until the night before. He took another deep breath, letting it out slowly, releasing a gentle moan … careful not to wake his beautiful bride.
The little beam of light did not dare to disturb his sleeping beauty. Instead, it danced along her bare shoulder, the long locks of her wavy hair, and down her arm until it rested on the small diamond ring on her finger. Seeing it sparkle in the early morning light, Charles didn't think he could ever remember a day when he felt happier and more loved. The woman he loved, loved him.
"Good morning, Mr. Carson." Her voice sounded a little hoarse and slightly deeper than her usual timbre. Even a simple morning greeting sounded alluring and arousing coming from her lips.
"Good morning, Mrs. Carson. You're looking very lovely this morning," he replied, brushing a few strands of hair over her shoulder, letting his fingertips lightly caress her skin.
She shivered slightly and sighed happily, moving impossibly closer to him and pressing a kiss to his bare chest. "When you talk like that, you make me want to check the looking glass to see that my hair's tidy," she teased, her little laugh filling the room despite the softness of her tone.
His hand slipped from her shoulder to her chin, tilting her head back before capturing her lips with his for an early morning kiss. It was soft and sensual, nothing rushed or forced. They took their time and savored the first kiss of the day, the first kiss of their first day of married life together.
When he finally broke the kiss, he nuzzled her nose with his and placed a tender kiss to her forehead before answering.
"I can assure you, Elsie Carson, there is nothing even remotely tidy about your hair, my hair, or even this bed," he answered with a low rumble of laughter. "And it is my hope that we will spend many more untidy days and nights together."
She laughed and wrapped her arms around him, drawing him over her body as she rolled onto her back. "Why don't you show me exactly how untidy we can be? After all, this is my first day as a married woman, and I'm allowed to be a little risqué. Wouldn't you agree?"
He hovered over her, noting how the little sliver of light had grown a little bolder and stronger, signaling the impending sunrise. It fell across her face and illuminated the happiness in her eyes. "Far be it from me to argue with my bride on the first full day of marriage. Yes, Mrs. Carson. From now on, you are allowed and encouraged to be as risqué as you'd like … for as long as we both shall live."
It would be some time before Charles and Elsie rose from their untidy bed, but it didn't matter. Pillow talk was much more important than anything else they had on their agenda on their first day as Mr. and Mrs. Charles Carson.
TBC …
A/N: I've been arguing with this little plot bunny for days, weeks even. This will be a series of little drabbles designed around the idea of pillow talk. If you have an idea (some topic or idea you'd like explored), leave it in a review, send me an email, or contact me on Tumblr. I'll be happy to see what I can do. HUGS!