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No time for friends, no time for family, no time for feeling. It wasn't a life that a young man wished for but it was the life of Charles Carson. He hadn't thought about it much, his mind always focused on his job, until the housekeeper had asked him if he wished things had gone a different way.
Sat in his pantry, the butler felt a single tear fall down his cheek. It wasn't a tear for himself. It was a tear for her. For Mrs Hughes. For what she wanted but would never have.
She stepped into the room, a tray in her hands. On the tray were two cups of tea and a small selection of Charles' favorite biscuits. Oh, how well she knew him. However, busying herself with setting the china on the table, she hadn't noticed the solitary tear on his cheek until it slipped into his tea when she had sat down in front of him.
"Mr Carson?" She whispered.
"I'm sorry," He watched the ripples in his tea that were caused by his falling tear.
"Now, don't you dare apologi-"
"No." He interrupted her. "I'm sorry that… that…"
She waiting for him to go on, reaching out and placing her hand atop his.
He shut his eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry that things didn't go another way for you."
Her breath caught in her throat. That tear was over her?
He couldn't stop the tears that glistened on his cheeks. He had been so thoughtless over the years, not even considering what she had given up, not even considering how it would affect her. He felt her hand move away from his, followed by the sound of her chair scraping against the floor and her footsteps moving quickly towards the door. He had upset her. Again.
"Well done," His head fell into his hands. "The one beautiful thing you care more about than your bloody work and you always hurt her!"
His right hand moved to hit the table but stopped before it collided with its target. Her lips brushed over his knuckles, causing him to gasp and look up.
"I just locked the door, Mr Carson," She barely whispered before pushing everything on his desk to the side, climbing onto it and crashing her lips onto his. He ran his hands over her hips, up her sides and cupped her face, returning the kiss with as much passion as she had initiated it with. He stood over her and began to work his kisses down her neck. As soon as he heard the low moan that escaped her lips, he cleared the desk, almost throwing the tray onto the armchair where he had been sat only moments ago. Having been kneeling on the desk, she lay down and pulled him with her. They wasted no time in tearing clothes from each other, both of them exploring as much of the newly revealed skin as possible. Kissing. Stroking. Nipping.
"Oh, Charles…" She groaned.
And with that, he slowly entered her. She felt the vibration of his moan rise through his chest. He began again his bittersweet torture on her neck. Her hands massaged her breasts as she started to move beneath him. He matched her thrusts. Their movements quickly became more hurried and hasty. As ecstasy washed over them both, Charles groaned and Elsie let out a series of cries, neither of them capable of forming words. When they had gained a little composure, Charles sat back in his armchair, pulling her onto his lap, into his arms and kissing her forehead. She smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Now, this was a life that a young man wished for and this was the life of Charles Carson.