A/N: This is my first fanfic for Downton Abbey, so I hope it is received well by all you fellow DA fans ;) If, once you've read it and you would like to leave me a review, please remember to be kind :)

This is a one shot for now, but I am currently planning one or two more chapters to this story, I am just waiting to see how this one is received before I start working on them.

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Only Dreaming.

"Goodnight, Mrs Patmore." Called Mrs Hughes before disappearing into her sitting room.

Pushing up the door, she made her way over to her desk. Placing her stock book down, she gently placed her hand on top of it and closed her eyes. Normally by this time of night, her and Mr Carson were just finishing their nightly chat over either a glass of wine, or a cup of tea or two. She had to admit to herself that she quite enjoyed those evenings, where they could just relax together. And tonight, she found she missed it, a lot.

They had been good friends ever since she had arrived at the abbey and Mr Carson had taken her under his wing all those years ago. Both coming a long way since then. They would often meet in either his sitting room, or hers most evenings. To talk about the days activities, up coming events, or life in general. Today had started so well, but as it wore on it had become busier than normal, with both of them having to use their evening time to catch up on the loose ends that they normally would have had done by now.

Feeling herself lean forward ever so slightly, Mrs Hughes found herself shaking her head to wake herself just enough to find her bed before falling to sleep right there on the spot. She was about to turn, when something, or someone stopped her.

Feeling his strong manly hands on her sides, her heart skipped a beat.

Feeling his breath hot on the back of her neck, her knees grew weak.

And feeling his body press against her, she crumbled.

His huge frame towered over her, she loved that about him. His tall frame, a gentle, lovable giant in her eyes.

Powerless, she felt absolutely powerless.

They have always been friends, nothing more. Though admittedly she had discovered she had feelings for the head butler several years ago, which only grew stronger with each and every passing day. His smile, his eyes and his wicked laugh didn't help the situation. The butterflies would flutter, a knot tying tightly in the pit of her stomach at the near mention of his name.

She could never tell him her true feelings, for she had no idea if he felt the same way she did. She simply kept them locked up inside of her heart in fear of ruining their friendship, and losing a friend. She often found herself smiling whenever he was near, and prayed no one had noticed. She prayed he would never notice, she felt embarrassed at the thought of him finding out how she really felt about him. Especially if he didn't feel the same way in return.

Feeling his arm wrap around the top of her arms, resting gently on her chest, she bit her bottom lip. And when his other hand snaked around to her stomach a simple 'mmm' escaped her lips. She had never been in this situation with a man before, but the thought of it happening with Mr Carson drove her wild with desire, and she loved it. And the thought of him in complete control only fueled her even more.

The hand from her chest reached up to cup her cheek, feeling a kiss upon her shoulder a gasp escaped her lips. And feeling his hand from her stomach move lower, she wiggled back against him. "Oh, Mr Carson." She moaned, tipping her head back.

Walking past her sitting room, Mr Carson stopped at the sound of her voice, his name. Turning, he stepped forward and pushed open the door. Seeing her stood with her back to him, he raised his hand and knocked two times.

Opening her eyes, she scanned the room in front of her before feeling his presence behind her. Slowly she turned to him. "Mr Carson?" Said Mrs Hughes, studying his face as she tried to calm her racing heart.

"Yes, Mrs Hughes?" He answered, putting his hand down on the door handle.

"What may I help you with, Mr Carson?" She asked, watching him step further into the room.

"What may you help me with?" He asked, raising his brow.

"Yes, Mr Carson." Mrs Hughes nodded.

"But didn't you call me? I was walking past your sitting room when I heard you call my name?" He said, studying the head house keeper as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red.

"I didn't call you, Mr Carson?" She answered, trying to hide her shame while putting her hands up to cup her own face. She was blushing, that she knew. And she also knew that Mr Carson had noticed it too.

"Are you sick, Mrs Hughes? Shall I send for Dr Clarkson?" Mr Carson began while stepping closer to her. Putting his hand up, he pressed the back of his fingers against her forehead.

"No Mr Carson, there is no need for that." Mrs Hughes began, shaking her head. "I'm quite well, thank you. And I apologise, but I didn't call your name." She mumbled, unsure of what to say.

"You didn't?" Exclaimed Mr Carson.

"No Mr Carson, I didn't." Mrs Hughes shook her head.

"But I am sure I heard you call my name." Mr Carson said, looking away momentarily.

"Perhaps you are over tired, after all it has been a long day." Mrs Hughes suggested "And maybe you just imagined it?"

"Yes, you're right Mrs Hughes. I was just on my way up actually, when I heard you call my name, well I thought I heard you call my name." Said Mr Carson, and shook his head. "Are you sure that you didn't call my name, it sounded so clear."

"I am sure, Mr Carson." Nodded Mrs Hughes.

"OK, Mrs Hughes. Are you on your way up?" He asked and watched as she nodded.

"I will be in a moment, I just need to put my stock book away, then I shall be retiring for the night." Said Mrs Hughes.

"Very well Mrs Hughes, I bid you a pleasant night then." Said Mr Carson as he turned and walked back over to the door.

"Thank you Mr Carson, you too." Mrs Hughes smiled "See you in the morning."

"Yes you will! Goodnight, Mrs Hughes." Mr Carson smiled from the doorway before stepping back and closing the door behind him.

Turning her back to the door, Mrs Hughes put her arm up in front of her, placing the back of her hand against her lips as she let out a small laugh. Shaking her head, she turned back to the door "Oh Mr Carson." She whispered to herself.

The End.