I have been an avid reader of Chelsie for the past few years now and I finally have had the courage to release one of my fics. Loosely based on the movie, Friends with Benefits. Some might consider this OOC but, I find them to just be a variation of the Charles and Elsie we all know and love. This is an AU so keep that in mind.


"Still friends, right?" She muttered in the darkness of the room.

Charles heaved a heavy sigh but Elsie didn't notice as she panted and released little mewls of pleasure. He pressed his forehead into her lower belly and kissed her there softly, which promptly left her legs shaking for more.

"Still friends."

She let out a breathy laugh and a broad smile. "Good."


Elsie and Joe separated in January.

The night she knew that it was over between her and Joe she swept her keys up from the kitchen table and drove. She sped through the streets and her first thought went to him.

Right about now he would be on his couch nursing a bit of brandy and reading some old book. His glasses would be slipping from the bridge of his nose and his hair would be uncombed and wild. He would be showered and clean and smell warm, with a hint of spiced ginger and a musk that was all his own. His nightclothes consisted of sleep pants and a clean shirt but she knew that as he sat he was cuddled in the sweater she bought him two Christmas' ago.

He was her only thought.

Elsie parked her car and she sat there in front of his house like a fool. The night was cold and the heat in her car was broken - she told Joe two weeks ago that she needed him to take it to the shop while she was away for business. She exhaled and saw her breath swirl in a faded cloud. Her eyes closed and she tried to forget what the happened.

"Damn it, Joe!" She slammed her hand on the counter and turned to her husband. Her eyes blazed fury and fear and sorrow as she listened to her husband confess to her.

"I'm sorry, Els." He hung his head in defeat. His hands flailing as he tried to come up with something to say "If you could just let me explain."

Elsie raised her head and gazed at the man she loved. Her eyes pooled with tears. What a waste of a marriage, what a waste of a life.

Twenty-three years.

"It meant nothing, dear. Just a fling." He crept closer to her, his eyes searching her own for any sign of forgiveness.

"You were gone for so long and I was lonely..."

"I never thought this would happen…"

"We had a few drinks and…"

"She's gone, Elsie…"

"It meant nothing, my love…"

Excuses.


"Oh, god." Her left hand slid her fingers through his hair, intermingling her hand with his dark locks. "Please." She begged.

Charles' gaze traveled up the slim body of his best friend as he stared at her face in twisted pleasure. Elsie's mouth hung open and her other hand was twisted in his bed sheets. Her breasts were right in his field of vision, her nipples were hard and still damp from the moisture of his mouth.

God, he loved her so much.

He buried his face back between her thighs, tasting her.

She was perfect.

He laid flat on his stomach, his fingers pressed hard into her thighs and he tried to keep her hips from bucking into his mouth. Charles focused mainly on the pleasure he was giving her and how he wanted her to remember his mouth, the way he purposely made her come closer and closer to edge only to slow down at the last moment. She soon got frustrated.

"Please, Charles. No more teasing, that wasn't part of the deal." She sighed almost in defeat but as soon as the word's left her mouth he made sure he gave her the most powerful orgasm she ever had. He raised his eyebrows high as she practically screamed his name. He rested his chin on her lower belly and chuckled as she came down from her high.

"Don't laugh, Charlie" She smiled as he grasped her breast again, rolling her nipple back to a standing peak. He traveled up her body and fixed his gaze on her lips, wishing he could taste them.

But that wasn't part of deal.


Elsie left that night.

To this day she still didn't understand why she drove to his flat and never got out of the car. She should have walked straight up to that door, banged on it as hard as she could and confess to him her sorrows. But she didn't. She put the car in reverse and left.

Charles found out about Joe a week later. He got a phone call from Beryl and she told him the news. She also informed him that Elsie didn't want to talk to anyone about it. That he should give her some 'time' to collect her thoughts and her things because she was moving out soon anyways. He told Beryl that if there was anything that he could do for Elsie that he was just a phone call away and he begged her to relay that message to his friend.

She didn't call.

She didn't drop by.

No texts. No emails.

Hell, he would have been pleased to see a letter in her handwriting.

But he took Beryl's advice and waited for her.


July, six months after the separation and exactly eleven days after the divorce was finalized; that's when she came around.

Elsie stood at his front door, her hands grasping tightly to her purse. Her gaze was directed towards his door mat and her feet as they brushed a pebble across the words that read 'Welcome'. She bit into her lower lip and her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and worry.

What if he turns me away?

What if he scoffs at me and tells me that I'm not welcome here, his home?

What if he yells? What if he hates me? What if…

Her mind was jumbled with all the 'what-ifs' that have manifested over the past six months, setting her on edge once again and making her realize that maybe she shouldn't open this door again. Let their friendship lie, and don't mess everything up and just leave him be. But, God, did she miss him. He was her best friend, and she can't believe that it had been half a year since she came around to visit him. She kept making up excuses when Beryl relayed the concerns Charles had.

He's worried, Elsie. Just call him.

Charles asked about you again last night. He wants you to know that he is there to help. I think you should really talk to him.

God! You are so selfish, Elsie! Don't you see that you are hurting him? He's your best friend!

That's it.

She steeled herself and knocked on his door with enough force that she knew her knuckles would bruise from it.

She could hear his footsteps. Her heart pounded in her chest and if she didn't know any better she would have thought she was dying. He's getting closer. Maybe she should run? Get in her car and drive away? That was for the best.

Just as she was ready to turn away from his door, it opened.


He stood there in shock.

He couldn't believe she was standing there on his door step.

Her hair was shorter he noted, and her eyes seemed to have lost a little of the light that he always remembered her having. She looked scared. Was she scared of him? She inhaled a deep breath like she was about to say something to him but she abruptly shut her mouth. Gazing into her eyes he knew she was on the verge of something.

Charles took off his reading glasses and gave her a dim smile.

His large frame leaned against the front door, pushing it back to show that she could enter whenever she pleased.

They didn't speak they just stood.

She fumbled with her purse and he twirled his glasses around in his hand, neither one looking at each other. They were both waiting for the other to make a move but, nothing.

Another minute went by, and then another and then just when Charles was about to give up hope she stepped through his door, grazing his upper arm as she headed towards his kitchen. He smiled at this. No words were spoken but he knew exactly what was about to happen.

He watched her trail away and drop her purse heavily on the hallway table.

"Tea?" He questioned as he closed the door behind him.


When they sat down in his living room the first few hours they discussed trivial things; how hot it was this summer, how was work, has he started his next novel. Trivial. Then after he brought out a bottle of wine they began to open up more, laugh a little. He told her about the damn dog that has taken fancy to his garden and how every morning he sits out back waiting to smack its rear out of his yard. She laughs at this; a good hearty laugh that he hasn't heard in so long. She smiles and throws her head back as he keeps up his antics, he tells her all about his new neighbors too,

"I haven't written a damn thing since those people moved in next door! I swear, Els. They are either throwing pointless parties or going at it like two rabbits in heat!"

That really got her going.

Her smile was what he missed the most. She had the prettiest smile he had ever seen, not even the models on the telly or in the magazines could compare to her beauty. He grinned like a damn fool and she caught his gaze.

"What?"

"I missed you, Elsie."

"I missed you too, Charlie."


"I'm sorry." She muttered.

Two cups of tea, three glasses of wine, and two healthy glasses of brandy and she finally said it. She swirls the amber liquid in her glass around and hides her gaze once again. She licks her lips and tries to think of what she wants to say first, what her first apology is to be referring to.

She settled her glass on the coffee table in front of them and adjusted her seating on his couch. He was pressed up against the back of the couch with his feet propped up on the table. At her apology he didn't move, just continued to stare at the place where she placed her drink. He frowned as the atmosphere changed so abruptly.

Furrowing his brow and downing the last bit of the liquor, his empty glass joined her own.

"Sorry?"

Elsie turned her body towards him, gathering her feet underneath her.

"Yes."

"Hmm."

"Do you doubt my apology?"

He glared at her and shook his head, "Of course not, Els."

"Then why the the long face." She tried to lighten the mood, add a bit of humor that was present not too long ago.

Charles gathered his brows and looked towards the ceiling. He didn't want to become upset, he didn't want her to be scared away from him. He just wanted to tell her what was on his mind.

"I haven't seen you in six months, Elsie." His head lolled in her direction and his shoulders shrugged nonchalantly. "I've known you for the better part of you life, we've been friends since university for Christ's sake." At his word's she flinched and retreated her body farther away from him.

"I'm sorry," he shook his head at her response to his words.

"I'm missed you like crazy, dear." Charles placed his hand in the middle of the couch and she immediately grasped it. "You just left, and I tried to give you space and then it became apparent to me that maybe you didn't want my friendship anymore –"

"Never."

"None the less," he smiled at her response. "I was scared."

Elsie rubbed her thumb across his large palm. She bit her bottom lip and sighed.

"I'm sorry."


Summer passed.

Autumn faded.

Winter arrived with a hit to Elsie's emotions, memories of earlier that year were resurfaced as the seasons changed. She was happy though. Charles had been nothing but supportive after they rekindled their friendship and he noticed she gradually started to smile and laugh more often.

Beryl had organized a weekly girls night for Els. Usually these events involved large quantities of alcohol and plenty of baked goods from Beryl's shop and more often than not Cora and Isobel Crawley joined them. Charles thinks this is where Elsie got the damn idea anyways. Beryl and her dirty mouth, probably feeding his Els with information about how to approach him with the subject.

Lord.

She came to him in the beginning of December with a proposition and a batch of Beryl's apple tart.


"Charlie?" She walked through his front door, slamming it with the heel of her foot as she balanced the box that Beryl's sent her with.

"Just a moment!" He shouted from the bedroom.

She smiled and placed her purse and the package on the kitchen counter.

Elsie had called him and had told him that she had something very important to discuss with him and if he was willing to talk to her after she went to Beryl's. Confused he had agreed that they should see one another at seven that evening and that she better had bring something for him or he would be quite crossed. And of course, she made Beryl whip up a batch of apple tart just for Charlie.

She pulled down a platter to place the tarts on for him to enjoy.

"Hello," he grumbled as he exited his room with a towel wrapped around his shoulders and wet hair curling on the front of his forehead. "Damned dryer broke on me, sorry about the hair."

She shook her head as she had no words, his hair was one of the reasons that made him so attractive. For his age he had a full head of hair, curly and more grey than black. But attractive none the less. Elsie flushed as she thought about how she would like to thread her fingers through it.

Just once.

"Els, you shouldn't have." He kissed her cheek as he snatched a piece of tart from the plate, walking behind her to fetch the bottle of wine that was chilling in the fridge.

"Well you threatened me if I didn't bring you something, as you well remember." She placed her left hand on her hip and the other on the counter and she watched him retrieve some wine glasses from the cupboard. "Anyways, Beryl said that I should tell you that you should just thank her later." She dissembled the box and threw it in the bin. "At the Christmas party, Charles."

His shoulders dropped and he groaned.

"We have this same conversation every year, Elsie." He handed her the glass of wine as they traveled to the couch, which had a nice fire going in front of it.

"And every year you go anyways. So you might as well shove your excuse this year, Charlie." She pointed her painted finger at him, "You are going."

"Of course." He chuckled.

Charles removed the towel around his neck and retreated to his room to place it in the hamper. When he came out he was wrapped in the sweater that she gifted him almost three years ago.

"You love that thing don't you?" She said was she wrapped herself up on the couch with one of his fleece throws.

"No, I just wear it so your feelings aren't hurt." He sat down next to her on the couch and he flashed a wicked smiled towards her in jest.

"Christmas makes you grumpy." She huffed. Sipping her wine again.

She felt the warmth his body radiating as he sat next to her. God, how on earth was she suppose to broach this subject with him? Maybe she should just forget it.

No.

Beryl made a damn good point and to be quite fair she knew that Charlie would do just about anything for her. Even if it was something so crazy as this.

"So," He said as he readjusted the blanket to wrap it around his legs as well. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence."

Elsie glanced at his face. He was so damn oblivious. She was almost tempted to roll her eyes at him and scoff but, no. This was not a joke. This was serious. And if he declined it would not affect their friendship, she wouldn't mind. Truly she wouldn't. There is little this man doesn't know about her and there is very little that this man hasn't seen. Thirty years of friendship leads to some awkward moments, including nudity.

"I want you to listen and not interrupt me, no laughing, and absolutely no talking til I have finished. Are we understood?" She was strong. She could do this.

"Yes, Mrs. Hughes."

"Good." She let out a sigh in relief.

"As you well know I've been single, alone, and essentially deprived of any relationship for almost a year now."

He nodded but she could tell he was confused.

"We have been friends for so long, Charlie. I would never want to ruin our friendship, I would never want to jeopardize almost thirty years with you because…" She took another sip of her drink and expressed her thoughts with a flail of her hand, "Well, because you are my best friend. And we love each other and now that Joe's gone I don't have many people to rely on. Except for you, because you have always been there. And well," She was beginning to ramble and Charles was extremely confused.

"I'm sorry but maybe you should try and get to the point, Els."

What the hell was going on with her?

This isn't a confession for her love is it?

"I loved Joe. More than I have ever loved any man in my entire life."

Nope.

He nodded his understanding and encouraged her to continue.

"He was really the only lover I ever had." At this Charles took a large gulp of the wine and began to shift in his place.

"I know this is hard to believe, Charlie. But even this old broad needs someone to love." She placed her glass on the table and took his hand into hers.

"That is why I am asking you,"

Maybe she will confess her love to me?!

Maybe she wants a real relationship.

"I want you to be my lover."


"Shit." He muttered as he felt her. Her little nub enclosed in the warmth of her. So wet. He wanted to please her so much. He was her friend but more importantly he was her lover now and he needed to know what she wanted.

"Just stay there, like that for bit." Her legs were spread and her knees were slightly bent as he laid between them. His thumb lazily stroking her clit. She was fully aroused, he could tell by the slickness of her folds. Her nipples were taut and stood proudly for his eyes to wander over.

"Come here." She gestured back towards her breasts which were practically aching for his touch again. "Try your mouth."

At this he stared at her, this whole ordeal was crazy!

"You want me to…"

"Yes. Please, Charlie."

He pulled one of her nipples into his mouth and she cried out.

"Harder." She said and she took his hand that wasn't preoccupied between her folds and pressed it against her other breast. Which he in turn gripped tightly and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She murmured her approval and smiled.

His mouth cherished her breasts, covering them in tiny kisses, nipping them gently. He paid particular attention to the small scar that traveled on her left breast close to the valley of her chest. Her drug his tongue across this particular scar during the worshiping of her body and pressed many open mouth kisses on it, to show her that she was wanted.

Marks, scars, warts and all.


"What?" His brows were furrowed and he was well and truly agitated at this point. Was this a joke? Charles put his glass on the table next to her and removed the blanket that was housing their legs. He stood and walked around the table to pace in front of the fire.

"Your lover?" He walks across the carpet and his expressive brows showed so many emotions that Elsie almost laughed at his attempt to understand.

"Yes." She gave him a gentle smile.

"So…" He stopped and stared at her. "I'm sorry, Els. I just don't know what you mean."

She motioned for him to sit down beside her again. He stared at her in shock, barely moving.

"Charles, sit down please."

He gradually made his body towards his chair, not on the couch. To this she merely sighed and rolled her eyes at him.

"I propose that you and I engage in a sort of 'friends with benefits' scenario."

"A what?!" His whole face became beet red. He couldn't believe it. Elsie had never been so blunt before. Sure they had joked about other people and their sex lives. Celebrities and others but never had they approached the subject of their personal relationships and that aspect of their.

"Friends with benefits, Charles." She rose from her place on the couch and handed him his glass of wine, settling closer to him at the farther end of the couch. "I want us to be lovers with no attachments. I want us to use our bond of friendship and essentially use that connection to have sex."

"Elsie!" He gasped.

"What? It's brilliant, Charlie!" She couldn't understand why he was so appalled by this subject. She knew he must have had some sort of attraction to her because she has caught him on multiple occasions having a peak at her breasts or even a long look at her bum. She was young then, but they both aged well and who cares? They were friends and friends don't care what the other looks like. "We could explain to one another what we like, sexually. And as the saying goes, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours."

"Jeez, Els." He couldn't take this. He downed his wine and handed it to her to fill up his glass again. Charles placed his head in his hands and started to jitter his foot at the uncomfortable atmosphere around them. How could he look at her again? He avoided her eyes as she handed him a full glass of wine again.

"So, what do you think?"

How was she so calm?

"Think? I can't think right now!" He practically shouted at her.

"Well, fine!" She rose from her seat and went to the kitchen.

"Oh, come on. Elsie!" He followed her to the kitchen and started stuttering out a reply, "Well – I – We – Damn it!" He slammed his fist on the counter which scared her.

She stared at him. Her lips pursed. Her arms crossed.

Elsie shook her head and avoided his pressing gaze. God, she screwed up. She bowed her head almost in defeat and shrugged.

"I'm sorry, Charlie." She moved towards where her purse was on the island in his kitchen. "Maybe I should just go." Lifting her bag she walked towards the door that lead into the hallway towards the exit.

As fast as he could he blocked her and she nearly collided with his body. Huffing she gazed down at her feet, covered in a pair of his wooly socks that he let her borrow ages ago. She shook her head and she could feel the sob welling up in her body. Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let him see.

It seemed so simple. And when Beryl tried to explain to her how this would benefit her and her sexually deprived aging body, it seemed so easy. She knew that maybe this could work between them. How could they mess up a relationship that they have had for so long? Sex couldn't damage them. It was impossible for sex to kill their thirty year friendship, she just knew it. And if they ended up finding someone else, they wouldn't be hurt because they had that friendship to back them up. And neither one of them were in love with each other as far as she knew so what was the problem?

"Just let me leave, Charlie. It's no big deal. I promise." She looked him in his eyes to show him that this misunderstanding hadn't hurt her. "I'm serious, we can just forget about it and act like it never happened." She smiled at him and muttered an excuse me, which he obligingly let her pass.

He didn't turn around but merely listened to her pull on her winter boots by his door.

As soon as he heard her keys being lifted from her purse and the familiar squeak of the handle being turned, he spoke.

"Wait a minute, Elsie."


They polished off the bottle of wine and when she suggested he opened another one he merely jested that she wanted him drunk.

"Not drunk, Charlie. Just a little tipsy." She smiled.

She grabbed another bottle from the kitchen and sauntered into the living room. She gazed at him as he was contently sitting in his arm chair.

"My one condition," At this his ears perked, his gaze locked with her own. "No kissing."

His brows furrowed.

"Why?" He questioned.

"It's too intimate. Kissing carries love. And seeing as how we aren't in love I don't find it necessary." She shrugged and she pattered her way to his bedroom door.

"You coming?" She flashed a smile in his direction and his eyes widened.

"You wanted to start tonight?" He called from his position on his chair.

She peaked her head through the opening of his door.

"Unless you would prefer that I leave?"

"No!" He stood and walked towards her. "I mean, you don't have to go, Els."

"Mhmm." She gave him a flirty bat of her lashes. "Well, come along Mr. Carson. You have a lot of studying to do and your exam starts soon."

And with that he smiled so broadly and brightly, anyone would have guessed he was the luckiest man in the world.


"Take everything off." She demanded.

"You want me to strip? Jeez, Els." He said as he removed the sweater folding it neatly and placing it on the chair beside the dresser. "One would think you are trying to get into my pants."

"Stop, Charlie." She giggled as she started to remove her socks. "Be serious. It's evaluation time."

He removed his shirt and started to unbutton his trousers. She had already removed her pants and he gazed longingly at her legs. She was so much tinier than him but it seemed like her legs went on forever. Elsie pulled her jumper over her head and stared at him. His hands still grasping the button of his trousers, staring open mouthed at her.

"Trousers." She demanded.

He was pulled from his dazed day dream and pushed his trousers to the ground.

"Boxers?" She questioned as she stared at his groin. "Mr. Carson, I would have guessed briefs, to be quite honest."

"Well, if you prefer it, I can change." He said as he shrugged at the predicament.

"I would prefer it if you took them off, Mr. Carson." She crossed her arms across her breasts which led him to stare at them.

"Large." He commented towards her breasts that were covered by her arms.

"Like you didn't know! I remember the summer at the loch when you walked upon me without my top on. You were petrified! I thought you had never seen breasts before by the way you had reacted."

"Never some as fine as yours, my dear."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, my friend." She blushed at his gaze and trailed her eyes back towards his boxers which by the looks of it, encased a rather large member.

"Take the bra off, Elsie. It's only fair. Under the circumstances you have two articles of clothing on and I only have one." He pointed out.

She smirked at his logic and in a flourish she removed her bra and her breasts were revealed to his gaze. Age had done it's duty but in his eyes she had not changed a bit. He found that time had done nothing but wonders to her. And he was feeling so lucky that she felt comfortable enough to share everything with him. Regardless of his feelings for her and the circumstance they were in, he knew that he was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.

"Beautiful."

"Now…" She blushed again. "Together we remove our underpants and then, we will explain what we like, and I suppose go from there."

"Agreed."

She slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear and he did the same,

"One."

"Two."

"Three."


To say she wasn't impressed would be an understatement. She gazed at his semi-hard member and almost licked her lips. She had missed sex and she had missed the feeling of someone inside of her, she was tired of being alone and feeling the emptiness of everything surrounding her. Charles could help her. And help her he would.

"Not bad." She said as he gaze traveled up his body to where one of his brows was quirked is consideration of her statement.

"But not good?" He said with a hint of disappointment.

"It's good, Charlie." She laughed at his insecurity. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Neither do you." He said as he gestured towards her lithe body.

"So how would you like to go about this?" She said as her eyes landed on the bed. "I'm ticklish behind my knee, don't touch me there or I will laugh."

She climbed into bed and began to list off some of her other concerns, "I achieve orgasms at a relatively slower rate than I used to but, it's not impossible. Also, I prefer my breasts to be touched and not groped. Your tongue is your biggest asset when it comes to my body. If anything else comes up I'll be sure to mention it." She snuggled into the middle of the bed with her knees shut and her upper body propped up on her elbows. "And you?"

He was pulled from his reverie and he shrugged.

"Don't bite me."

"That's it?" She said with a surprised look on her face.

"Elsie, I promise that whatever you do, and whatever you say will not affect the outcome of this situation." He crawled up to her and spread her knees as he positioned himself above her.

"Just… please don't bite me."


He was hard.

God he wanted her more than anything.

"Are you ready?" He mumbled to her.

"Foreplay is over, Charlie. You passed the class." She giggled when he smack her bum at the cheeky response. He grasped her breasts one last time, his hands roamed over her stomach, looping around her waist and eventually grasping her full bum in his hands and pressing their pelvises together.

He waited one last time for her approval as she nodded one last time before he entered her.

"Charles." She muttered as he started to increase the tempo of his hips.

In. Out. In. Out.

"Faster."

He bent his head back towards her breasts, taking her left nipple back into his mouth. He increased his pace and sucked hard on the tip of her breast. She moaned his name and reached behind him to add more force to his thrust.

"Harder."

"Elsie, you drive a pretty large bargain." He released her breasts from his mouth and stared at her eyes, full of pleasure and lust. She closed her eyes and smiled at his comment but never replied as he drove harder and faster into her.

Her breath became shorter and he knew that she was close to her second release.

Her head dug into the pillow as her back arched off of the bed. Her fingernails dug into his back but he knew she didn't mean him any harm.

He could feel her tightening around him, waiting for her release. He grasped the side of her neck and forced her to turn her head away to which he proceeded to place open mouthed kisses to her neck and nipping at her jugular. She moaned at this in response to sudden ministrations to her neck.

Charles removed his mouth and whispered into her ear, "Come for me, lass."

She cried out and he soon followed.


"Wow." She said when he fell to the side of her. She wrapped the white sheet around her body and her flushed face showed the utter relief of her long overdue completion.

"Yeah." He said with a heavy sigh, his breath still coming in short breaths.

They both stared at the ceiling above them, feeling like an eternity.

"Was that whole…" She waved her hand in the air trying to find the words for what she was trying to say, "The lass, thing." Her head turned to him.

"Yes?" He stared back at her.

"That was good." She bit her lip and flushed again at his intense stare, letting the sheet drift away to reveal her breasts again. He nodded and returned his gaze back towards the ceiling above them. After a while when it came apparent to Elsie that Charles wasn't going to say anything she rose from her position, sat up in his bed and wrapped the sheet around her breasts again.

"How are you feeling? About everything?" She said as she stared at the man that she just had sex with. "I mean – well, do you have any… regrets?" She fiddled her fingers that were placed delicately in her lap.

"Els." He said as he rose to a sitting position beside her.

"The last thing I feel right now is regret."

And with that she smiled at her best friend. Glad that they had gone through with her suggestion.

He practically threw her back onto the mattress and crawled again between her thighs. He loved this part of her, and he was so glad that he was able to taste her. He drug he hands up her calves, giving her a cheeky grin when he skipped over the backs of her knees, and landing on the back of her thighs. He began kissing her inner thighs.


"Still friends, right?" She muttered in the darkness of the room.

Charles heaved a heavy sigh but Elsie didn't notice as she panted and released little mewls of pleasure. He pressed his forehead into her lower belly and kissed her there softly, which promptly left her legs shaking for more.

"Still friends."

She let out a breathy laugh and a broad smile. "Good."


Wow, almost 6,000 words! What a doozie. Sorry for any grammaticall errors, I reread this twice but we all make mistakes. I was planning for this to be a one-shot but if you guys want more just tell me. I don't think this will be a full fledge story but maybe there could be a part two? Just let me know with some reviews!