A/N soooorry. I left you without any updates for the entire weekend! And now I've combined two prompts in one chapter! (and am still one prompt behind. ts) Enjoy reading and let me know what you think. This is again a modern day AU :). (thank you for all your kind and wonderful reviews so far! 3)

Day 14 and 15 - WIND and ORDER

"Charles! Leave it!" She sits on the bed, laughing at his attempt to close the old fashioned shutters of their windows. The rain has already soaked his shirt and hair. Whenever he has one of the shutters firmly in his hand, the wind whips it from him immediately. They are not meant to be closed from the inside, she wants to tell him that but bites back the comment that threatens to slip out. He would venture outside and actually close them that way and she does not want him to catch a cold or, even worse, pneumonia! Charles always had that weird conception of order. He hates making mistakes and gets grumpy when she knows better. She cannot have that on their romantic weekend away from busy London.

The small cottage they have rented for their Valentine's Day get-away is in the middle of nowhere. When she opened the door for the first time (which was only yesterday), Elsie felt as if they had traveled back in time, not to the Cotswolds. The house is old, skew, makes the weirdest noises now that a storm is raging outside. Rain drums against the tiny windows and lightning illuminates the bedroom every few seconds. That is the reason why Charles tries to close the shutters. His idea of a romantic Valentine's Day does not include a thunderstorm.

"Come back to bed." She uses her best seductive voice (always a good plan B). "It's getting cold in here without you."

He turns around, looks at her in the half-darkness. She can see that he is torn between finishing the useless task and joining her. Then another bolt of lightning illuminates the room and startles him so much that he shuts the window with a loud bang. Elsie laughs out loud once again. He is a sight to behold. His hair is a mess, there is a puddle on the floor where the rain has swept in through the open window. And he needs to get out of that shirt.

"But the windows?" He points over his shoulder at the culprits.

"Never mind them." She seductively plays with the shoulder strap of her nightgown, waits for his reaction. The strap falls down her shoulder and she does not bother to push it up again. For a moment, Elsie thinks about exaggeratedly rolling the "r" in his name like she had done the other night (he really liked that although she only meant it as a joke!). She would never pronounce it that way even though she's scottish and her vowels and consonants are often a bit longer and more accentuated. But then she settles on a different approach to get his attention and distract him from the stupid windows. The thunder, following the lightning from a few seconds ago, is her ally. She startles when it rumbles outside, lets out a little shriek. He is at her side immediately.

"I hate this thunderstorm." Charles hugs her to his wet chest, convinced that the noise outside has actually scared her. "We wanted a romantic weekend and what did we get?"

Elsie has troubles suppressing the laughter that threatens to escape. He is cute, her big strong protector, but sometimes he is trapped in a world of his own.

"You are wet." She mumbles. "You should get rid of that shirt."

"What did you say?" His body is tensed up, his thoughts elsewhere (probably still with the thunderstorm and the shutters).

Instead of answering his question she starts to move her hand underneath his shirt and pushes it upwards. "Undress darling." The skin is cold to her touch and she rubs little circles on his belly, lets her hand wander further upwards until she touches a more sensitive part on his chest. His breath hitches. Finally he is with her again, in this bed, not outside the house, figuring out how to protect them both from the wind and the thunder.

"What are you doing?" He releases her from the embrace but Elsie does not move her hand away, looks up into his face with a naughty smile playing on her lips.

"Seducing you on Valentine's Day?" Before he can object, she pushes him on his back and pulls the shirt over his head. "You are cold and I must warm you up." Little kisses are planted on his bare chest. She starts at his navel and moves upwards to his collarbone, neck, chin, then captures his lips in a long sensual kiss.

"And the thunderstorm?" His voice is only a whisper.

"Which thunderstorm?" Elsie kisses the tip of his nose. Another lightning strikes and this time the shriek that escapes her mouth is real. Charles is about to get up once again but she pins him down, is getting irritated by his stubbornness, his stupid need for putting everything in order.

"No, you stay here. Please, Charles." He reluctantly rests his back against the headboard now, she kneels next to him. Thunder and lightning are now much closer together than before. "We wanted to spend a weekend away, just the two of us. And this place is perfect, don't you think?"

"It is, I suppose." His gaze moves down from her face to her shoulders, her bosom, lingers there for a moment.

Elsie notices how his eyes wander. She takes a deep breath, sits up straighter, pushes her body forward a bit. One last try to seduce him. If this does not work, she'll ask for their money back the next day. Her husband has never been so distracted by a thunderstorm before or so unreceptive to her seductions. His eyes stay fixed on her breasts and then Elsie has an idea, one that will save their romantic night.

"It is the perfect place. We're far away from telephones, internet, people, the noisy city." Charles looks into her eyes again. And she can see that she has his attention now (hopefully for longer than a minute). "It's a bit like camping, isn't it? Your hair is wet because you left the tent to make sure the wind and rain don't wash it away. All spiders and bugs are scared of you." She grabs the blanket and holds it up. "All we need now is a real tent."

"We can snuggle up in it and I can warm your feet?" He grins. Finally!

"And you can protect me from the evil storm." She pulls the blanket over their heads.

"There is no storm outside." Charles hooks his finger underneath the strap of her nightgown. "And it's much too warm in our tent for you to wear a nightgown."

"Oh, but what about my cold feet?" Her toes that actually are quite cold, run along his naked shin and he shivers.

"I'll take care of them later." Inside their little blanket tent, he helps her out of her nightgown. She pushes the wet curls away from his forehead, kisses him there. Their lips meet and finally he relaxes, only concentrates on caressing her skin with his hands and tender kisses. She forgets about her cold feet. Lightning strikes and thunder rolls outside but the blanket swallows the noise and the light. It's a perfect Valentine's Night.

TBC (oh and there might be odd typos in this. I'm pretty sure of that but I cannot go through it again because writing this already took an entire day. so: if you find any, let me know via PM!)