Chapter 2
Mrs Hughes met his eyes tenderly as a tear trickled down her face, she was hypnotized by him, captivated by what had just happened, never wanting it to end.
Grasping his hand in mercifil acknowledgement she looked to the floor and closed her eyes. Surprisingly she was almost in a state of woe. Yes she wanted this, in fact she was the one who had made the bold first move, but it was so out of character, she had always been able to control her emotions, her feelings. But not tonight she had given into her deepest desires something that the Housekeeper just wasn't allowed to do however much she craved and wanted to.
Yet in the simple hold of his hand she knew walking away was not in her instincts tonight, she was too overcome by him, by the sheer situation, never did she think they would ever share such a compassionate moment together, however much she had ached for it.
Normally she would disprove of anything remotely like this, but deep down she was aware in her heart that this was different from the lust she so heavily degraded. Seeing him look so fragile so in need of love she only did what was natural , what was in her heart and nothing was wrong with that. It wasn't sexual or immoral, it was humane and comforting. The support they both desperately saught in the their bereavement.
She had tried to leave before things had gone too far, too passionate, fearing they were beginning to overstep the mark from comfort to chastity, it would be seen as indecent, but it was all too late, they had let each other in. Maybe she shouldn't have provoked him. She was aware of what feelings they had for one another; if they let each other in for the smallest of moments she knew it would only release their inevitable thirst.
But right now they were hurting, they were mourning and they needed soothing. He needed this and she couldn't leave him. 25 years of loving one another, yet being so alone, never touching, never kissing, never being told I love you, an affection made out of no communication, but tonight was different they finally allowed one another in past their barriers. Finally felt a glimpse of what it feels like to be physically cherished. Finally felt what comfort actually was.
Why not take this further, it could no longer be seen as gluttony or lust, lust doesn't last 25 years, they were older now both in their 60's, this wasn't about sex, a spare of the moment quick release, this was about two people admiring one another, who had idolized and respected each other for many years.
Their affections were too strong for one another, they were only human at the end of the day and they needed to be valued.
She couldn't help but love Mr Carson with all her heart, this small bit of intimacy they had shared tonight felt so right so natural and they both relished in it.
It made them forget about all the worries, the tragedies that had engulfed them throughout the years, it made them feel safe and secure, finally at one and at peace at last.
Mr Carson only minutes earlier had referred to the Grantham's as their family, but they weren't their family, when he kissed Mrs Hughes so eagerly earlier he had realised his family was right here, right in front of him, with the woman he loved.
No longer did they feel like objects, 'The Housekeeper' 'The Butler', they felt like human beings, they had emotions, they had sensualities and they had a right to explore them together.
'We both need comforting' he had said.
Her adoration overtaking any rational thought, unable to hide from it anymore, frustration from all the restraints of their love, she finally yielded. Whispering in a tearful and knowing gasp she caressed his hand only too aware of what they needed;
'I know.'
Mr Carson moved from his chair and wrapped his arms around her waist protectively, relising in the joy of finally being given the permission to do what his heart had always wanted. She was his and she was safe and he was going to show her how favoured she really was. He brushed her hair away from her neck and began to stroke and blow there, gently placing small kisses in the process where his hand had been releasing a whole array of sensations Mrs Hughes had never felt before.
Tilting her head, she closed her eyes as she gave into the ectasy, her breath deepened at the small pleasures as she let him explore further, deeper.
Mrs Hughes enjoying the feeling not really worrying about the repercussions of what they were doing anymore, knowing it felt so right whispered breathlessly, flirtaciously as she gave into the thrills;
'We shouldn't be…'
Her words were saying one thing, her body a whole other, her hand had reached behind her as she caressed the back of his neck, giving him permission to carry on, her body arching further into him in consensual will.
Mr Carson continued to kiss her neck, bringing her all the wishes she deserved. Seeing how her body flinched and reacted, hearing how her breath changed to small inward gasps brought him joy and comfort as he continued to explore.
He gently turned her around and looks into her eyes, he knew this was right, how on earth could it be wrong?
encapsulating her beauty he searched her wondrous face once more with his eyes
'No we should' he responded truthfully as he brushed her hair away from her face.
And he was right, they deserved this and they both new it deep from within.
A mutual naughty smirk was exchanged between both of them as Mr Carson moved his lips to her neck, she tilted her head back in natural response as he indulged her, she closed her eyes giving into her deepest fantasies, knowing this was bringing as much pleasure to him as it was to her.
She reached for his check and lead him up to her, wanting to feel his lips upon hers heavily and desperately now. He placed small kisses on her chin as he slowly began to trail up to her mouth in response, slowly, teasingly soft, merciful kisses were place on her lips. Her whole body shock in liking, perfectly aware of what this was doing to her she removed her lips from his and whispered wantonly with an amused glint in her eye knowing exactly what she was playing at
'of course we should.'
Mutually they pulled each other in for a rich wanting kiss, one that would last for eternity, close so close, they explored one another's bodies with their hands as they kissed in passion, pulling each other even closer, relieving them of all the frustrations of life. They were finally able to give into their emotions, their love. It was about them and only them, intimacy, pleasures in the harsh realities of their world. Love in its most beautiful and genuine form.
