Note: This should have been posted during the Valentine's Day, but did not work. Totally inspired by the song "Everything" Michael Bublé. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1
Hot. It was just too hot in the bedroom. The smell of sex filling the air, her sex, his sex, their sex. She was lying in her bed, open arms, open legs, groaning softly nearing her own release. He was on top of her, deep inside of her, nuzzling and kissing the sensitive skin of her neck and she could barely control herself.
Her skin was flushed, sweating as her hands grabbled the sheets pulling them off of the bed, trying hard to be as silent as she could. The whole thing seems so right, feels so good, almost like a dream come true. There was so much passion between them, and their bodies moved frantically. They finally belong to each other. His thrusts became increasingly deeper and faster and her legs wrapped around his hips. Her eyes shut, her teeth finding her lower lip for a bite and then, very suddenly, she felt it. Her body became tense, her legs started to shake and her nails reached the muscles of his back. The release was so near, growing in her center and started spread all over her body in a strong wave.
"Charles, I think I'm going..." She murmured breathless.
With a strong shake of her body, Elsie's eyes opened wide and found the ceiling above her. "I'm going to wake up!" She thought puzzled pushing the covers off her sweating body.
The flame of a candle on the bedside table was still burning low near the end. Its little glow faintly shadowed the small room that was her room. Despite the cold outside, her body was hot and sweaty, her nightdress soaked with sweat and her hair disheveled. Running her hands through her hair, she brushed it away from her forehead and breathed deeply. It was not the first time she had her sleep plagued by such dreams, dreams about him. But this time the intensity startled her, the dream was so vivid, almost real, and her body responded as if he had actually been there, touching her, making her body ache in that love madness.
"Stop it, Elsie! This is not a good idea." She told herself exasperated. The cause of it was the anxiet, could only be, it was just an unconscious reflection of all those conversations about romance that everyone had been having throughout that week, both up stairs and down stairs. A war going on out there and everyone in Downton seemed to have forgotten all because of one fool day called Valentine's Day. Yes, she would believe that, she must believe that. Frustrated, she turned in bed, covering her body with the cushions and blew out the candle. Tomorrow would be a long day, a very long one.
"My dear Mrs. Hughes, I have good news." Lady Grantham smiled kindly sitting on the couch in the library, with her hands in her lap and looking impeccably dressed, as always. "His Lordship finally decided that we're going to attend the ball tonight. Can you tell the staff they're dismissed for the night as soon as we leave? Only God knows how we all need a distraction, get our minds off of war. "
"Of course, Milady. Thank you. I'll tell everyone." She said before leaving the room and heading downstairs. The night could get worse? All free? Ethel uncontrollably silly, Anna and Mrs. Patmore depressed, William excited to go to war, Branson full of impossible ideals, Mr. Lang acting weird and Thomas hanging around again. Not to mention the events that loomed over the family.
If the concern about her duties were not enough, she ended up worrying about the staff and now, as if she had time for it, about a free night for everyone. Going downstairs, her feet lead her through the house automatically, without having to pay close attention to where she was going.
In the kitchen, employees were at the table, waiting for lunch while they talked eagerly about the party that night in the village. Ignoring them altogether, she turned down the hall to stop at Mr. Carson's parlor door. Looking inside, she could see he was concentrating, writing notes in his notebook, and she allowed herself to watch him with affection for a few seconds before knocking on the door frame to draw attention to herself.
It only took one look for her to feel the tension growing and the memory of her vivid dream to come back to her mind. She looked away briefly and licked her lips to settle in the chair across his table, just in front of him.
"Mrs. Hughes." He said, laying the pen down and closing the notebook to turn his attention to the woman before him.
"I was with the Countess, she gave everyone a night off tonight."
"I think the staff will be very satisfied." He seemed distracted for a few seconds, even contemplative, she could say, as he stretched his legs.
"I fear for how satisfied some may be." She sound distracted, saying this more for herself than for him. Her thoughts turned to Ethel, as always. That girl would bring further problems, that was for sure.
"Something worries you? Specifically." Charles looked at her carefully and for her it was impossible not blush at the memories of the dream she was trying at all costs to suppress.
"Nothing that I cannot solve."
"If you need help do not hesitate to ask me." Despite his calm words his eyes studied her and she pretended not to notice. He shifted in his chair again, a little uneasy when he tried to sound casual as he asked: "Do you intend to go to the party tonight?"
"I do not think there is another option but to go. You intend to go too, Mr. Carson?" She finally faced him, studying him as carefully as he studied her. It was difficult to read his features, and the various possible interpretations left her distraught. She wasn't prepared for all the mixed emotions inside her. Usually she locked them inside and ignored them, but since that morning all she could think about was him and that dream.
"Preferably accompanying you, Mrs. Hughes."
A shy smile curled the housekeeper's lips and she felt her cheeks blush violently, before she was able to contain herself. Without any doubt she would accept his invitation, that was not something she needed to think about. If there was anyone she wanted to be with on that fateful night it would be with him, however that was not something that she would speak out loud even to herself.
A knock on the door drew their attention and they both turned to see Anna standing in the doorway.
"Excuse me, Mr. Carson, Mrs. Hughes, lunch is being served now."
"We're coming." He said in his deep voice, lifting himself from the chair with a sigh. He went around the table and stood in front of Mrs. Hughes waiting for her answer.
"As always, Mr. Carson." She said with a small smile in her lips. As always.
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