I think I'm going to have to rename this to: We're Getting IT On! LOL. Thanks for reviews...always always spurs me on.

Elsie unzipped his trousers. "Oh...Gods...Els...I don't think..." Carson moved his bottom down on the chair and laid his head back. "OH...OH...Elsie..." he grunted.

"Shhh..." she pulled his shaft from his unzipped trousers and began to work him over. Her hands, her lips, her tongue all applying the necessary aid to sufficiently shut him down.

'How was she this good?' he thought. He squeezed his eyes shut and saw stars, the sensation below was like nothing he had ever felt. "Elsie..." he whispered and struggled to keep his groaning as quiet as possible. "Oh my God..." he prayed time would stand still.

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Mrs. Patmore stood in the entry to Mrs. Hughes sitting room. 'Where are you Elsie Hughes?!' She walked down the hall to Carson's pantry and noticed the door was shut. She glanced about her before leaning her ear toward the door. She thought she could hear something...but what?! It wasn't talking, she didn't think. She dare not interrupt but she did need the key to the larder soon.

"Eaves dropping again Mrs. Patmore?" Barrow passed her just as she stood up straight. "What d'you think they're doin in there?" Barrow teased her and leaned his head toward the door.

"On go on with yo'self Thomas! I wasn't eavesdropping!" She huffed and plodded away. Thomas grinned and kept walking.

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The dressing gong rung and both Elsie and Charles looked at each other with wide eyes. She sped up her movement. "NO! Elsie...come here..." he struggled to speak in straight tones. "...turn around love..." He stood and guided her over the desk, pulled the heavy layers of her dress up. He was never more thankful for knicker's with an opening at the crotch. He pushed in, entered her with ease, she was sufficiently lubricated, quickly reached his end and emptied himself inside her. At that moment, he had no care that anyone might hear them. He stifled his cries in the fabric of her dress, at her back.

They hurriedly cleaned themselves up and she turned to him, straightened his bow tie and smoothed her hand across his chest, leaned up to kiss him. "I'm sorry love..." his breath was still heavy.

"Whatever for?" She gave him that sweet smile that had melted his heart for 20 plus years.

"That was selfish of me...you didn't..."

She took his hands in hers. "No...but I will...I'm perfectly content to pleasure you and you need not apologize to me."

"Mr. Carson...you in there?" Barrow knocked loudly. "The dressing gong..."

"I'll be right there, Thomas." His eyes never left hers as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "I've died and gone to heaven." he whispered.

Elsie reached up on her tip toes and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, put her forehead against his cheek. "You better get on now...I'll see you after dinner service..." She went to his silver closet while he left and waited for the majority of the hall to clear out before leaving his pantry.

Beryl Patmore peered around the corner of the kitchen and saw her friend sneak away from his pantry. A sly grin turned the corners of her mouth up. "You little minx!" she whispered.

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"Dear? Did you notice Carson looked...different tonight?" Robert took his robe off and laid it across the settee in Cora's bedroom.

Cora put her book in her lap and wrinkled her brow in concentration. "Well...not until you mention it but yes, he seemed rather...flushed? Do you think he's alright?"

Robert grinned. "I saw him earlier in the day and I swear he looked 10 years younger. He had a spring in his step I haven't seen in years." He pulled the covers back and slipped in next to his wife.

"Well...i don't know but Baxter told me he and Mrs. Hughes held hands the day they took the staff to the beach." Cora's blue eyes twinkled like a child, her tone almost giddy.

"What?" Robert's eyes went wide.

Cora grinned and nodded her head. "Yep..."

"What do you mean they held hands? Like romantically?"

"Surely you aren't shocked if they did?"

"Well...I'm not shocked I guess, it's just so not like them..."

"And why not? You must have noticed, over the years, their glances at one another? I think it's very much like them." Cora picks her book back up.

"I haven't noticed anything...well...other than Carson looking rather well today." He glanced over at Cora. "You don't think something is going on...do you?"

She relaxed and gave him a doeful look. "It would not surprise me sweetheart. They are human, you know?!"

"But...I can't imagine it...Carson and Mrs. Hughes...in a romantic tryst. Mama would have a heart attack."

"Well I'm glad you're not! I think it's sweet...whatever is going on and I think they deserve it."

"They are the ones that made a commitment to service Cora and you know what that means."

"Oh Robert! Don't be so daft! It's the 20th century, the war has ended and life is changing..for everyone, especially homes such as ours and the service industry. I mean look at Anna and Bates!"

"I didn't say I was opposed to Carson and Mrs. Hughes getting together. I just don't see how they could and stay on."

"Why not? Anna and Bates have kept their duties and it's worked beautifully." Cora argued.

"Well Anna and Bates do not have the responsibility Carson and Mrs. Hughes have,dear."

"Well anyway I think they are both nearing retirement and if they want to be together, I think they should retire to a cottage on the property and live out their lives with one another."

"Now your just plotting, Cora. We have no idea what holding hands at the shore meant." He rolled his eyes.

Cora moved her book to the bedside table and slipped down next to Robert. "No..we don't but I'm putting my money on romance!" She leaned and and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

TBC...