A/N: Firstly I wanted to say a big thank you to you all for all your wonderful reviews and follows on this story. It's very much appreciated, and I can't thank you enough for all your support.

And secondly, after not being able to sleep last night I decided to write a second chapter, so here it is. I hope that you will enjoy it ;)

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Only Dreaming - Part 2.

Stepping back, Mr Carson stared momentarily at her sitting room door. He was so sure he had heard her call his name, it had been so clear, his name rolling of her tongue. He loved it when she said his name, it made his heart skip a beat each and every time. And when they were close, he had to stop himself from wrapping his arms around her, from pressing his lips to hers each and every time.

Shaking his head, he continued on his way. Making a quick stop in the servants hall first, just to double check the following days menu. He wanted to make sure it was perfect, and where it should be. But as he stared down at it, none of it made any sense. All he could think about was that woman, that beautiful woman who had stole his heart all those years ago.

They had become firm friends shortly after her arrival, a shy young lady who he had taken under his wing. They knew each other well, they shared most of their secrets, and would love to meet each evening to discuss anything and everything. But, there was one secret that he could never tell, not to anyone. It was one that he feared would ruin everything that they had built together, if he did.

He had loved her from the first moment he saw her, they had so much in common, a perfect match he thought. He often found himself thinking about asking her out on a date, but soon shook the thoughts away when he remembered how dear she was to him. He didn't want to destroy that, he wanted them to be friends, always. And that's when he decided not to tell, he promised himself.

Feeling a pair of tiny hands on his sides, his heart skipped a beat.

Feeling a pair of arms wrap around his waist, his knees grew weak.

And feeling her warm body press against his, he crumbled.

Turning his head while half turning his body, he searched the room with tired eyes. It was only him there, but it felt so real to him. Her touch felt so real, sending a tingling feeling through his whole body. Turning back to his stand he shook his head, maybe Mrs Hughes was right he thought, it had been a long day and maybe he was over tired.

Placing the menu back down, he closed his eyes.

Feeling a kiss on the back of his shoulder, he inhaled deeply and placed his hands down on the pair resting on his stomach. Where they stood for several moments, until she moved slowly to stand at his side. One hand on his back, the other remaining on his stomach. Kissing the top of his arm, she looked up and watched as he turned his head. His gaze meeting hers he watched as she slowly moved between him and his stand.

Looking down at her tiny frame, he wanted to protect her. Wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. He longed to kiss those beautiful red lips, tell her he loved her. Tell her he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, but something stopped him.

Feeling her hands upon his chest, his heart began beating faster, a fire building within. Watching her, she tiptoed and moved her face close to his. Feeling her hot breath on his cheek, he closed his eyes. He could feel her lips close to his, they were right there. So close, but yet so far. Oh how he longed to feel the softness of her beautiful, red lips on his.

Feeling the cold around his face, his eyes sprung open. When he saw her still stood in front of him, he smiled. He wanted to touch her, cup her cheek, but was scared too, incase it awoke him from the dream he had been living for the last several moments. For this time with her, like this, was all but a dream. He knew that this would never happen if had he been awake, he wanted to live it for as long as he could.

And feeling her hand slowly move up, slipping around the side of his neck for just a few seconds before moving up to cup his cheek his body began to quiver. The warmth of her hand against his skin drove him crazy with desire. And feeling the warmth of her breath on his neck, he closed his eyes. Her lips brushed against his jaw as she moved her hand down, resting it back on his chest. Oh how he wanted to be with her.

"Oh, Mrs Hughes." He moaned to himself, longing for more.

"Yes, Mr Carson?" Mrs Hughes answered, stepping into the archway.

Opening his eyes, he slowly turned to her. "Mrs Hughes?" He exclaimed as she gave him a small smile.

"Yes, Mr Carson," Mrs Hughes smiled, watching as a blush crept over his cheeks.

"How long have you been stood there?" Mr Carson dared ask, knowing that she had seen him blush.

"Only just, I was on my way up to bed, when I heard you call my name so I came back to see what you wanted." Answered Mrs Hughes while stepping closer. "Is everything alright, Mr Carson?" She asked.

"Oh yes," Mr Carson nodded, resting his arm on the stand beside him. "Everything is as it should be." Turning his head, he looked back down at the menu under his arm. "I have checked the menu for tomorrow."

"Oh yes, and is it to your liking?" Mrs Hughes smiled, watching as he looked back over at her.

"It is, Mrs Hughes." He smiled.

"That's good then," Mrs Hughes smiled. Turning her head, she looked up the stairs for just a moment before looking back over at him. "Are you on your way up, now that you have checked the menu?" She asked.

"You go on up, I am right behind you." Mr Carson smiled.

"Very well then, Mr Carson." Mrs Hughes smiled "I bid you a goodnight, and I will see you in the morning."

"Yes you will, and goodnight, again, Mrs Hughes." Mr Carson smiled and watched as she bowed her head before turning and disappearing behind the wall.

Hearing her footsteps as she made her way up the stairs, he looked back at the stand beside him. Shaking his head while straightening up the papers "Oh, Mrs Hughes." He whispered to himself, looking over towards the archway as he did.