A/N: Hello lovelies! This update has been FAR FAR FAR too long coming and I cannot apologize enough but alas real life can get in the way and destroy many a writers paradise. This is a short update and a very mature one ;) I will get back onto the plot very soon once I get back into the swing of writing for pleasure and not to appease a spiteful demi-God on earth! My hope is that we will return to the every day update as we have in the past and see where this story goes! As always I love reviews and suggestions are always appreciated! (Also I have no beta and am absurdly tired so please forgive any mistakes but I really just wanted to get something out there before the search party got sent out!)

"I cant believe you actually waited ten minutes." Elsie said from the bed, the sheet pulled tight against her chest, laying on her side with her arms open for him.

"I cant believe the sight before my eyes." Charles said as he started pulling at his tie. By the time he made it to the side of the bed he was frantically pulling at his clothes, eagerly awaiting the carnal pleasures presented before him.

"Elsie, before I get in that bed please tell me you want to do more then kiss and snuggle because truth to tell once I get in that bed I wont be able to stop myself."

"Get in this bed Charles, and for the love of God don't stop yourself." She whispered softly, her Scottish tilt sending a shiver up his spine.

"Woman!" He growled as he climbed in beside her.

She gently began stroking his broad manly chest, her fingers scratching over his nipples with every stroke. He began to hum in pleasure as his hands ran up and down her side, taking in the glorious feel of her milky skin beneath his finger tips.

She stretched up and pushed her lips against his with a fiery hunger she rarely expressed, he eagerly reciprocated and pushed her back against the mattress.

Settling his bulk over her his hands began to stroke the front of her body, tenderly caressing her plentiful breasts. She moaned in pleasure and arched her back at his touch, feeling her body igniting with fire, she wanted desperately to feel him.

With unknown courage she reached down and took him in hand, stroking and squeezed the object of her desire. The one physical part of him that she could hold with herself. It was certainly not the most important aspect of their love but it was by far the most visceral. And at that moment all she wanted was the visceral feeling of their coupling.

When she had reached for him he had almost lost himself then. But he willed himself to last, he had to please her. He had put her through so much, truly that had both put each other through more pain then either of them needed but this time he would make it up to her. He would not let anything conceal their love, not society nor their own fears. The shortness of the life before him flashed through his mind and before the grim reality of the golden age of his life could fully encompass him he took her. How wonderful she felt, how perfect their fit, how blissful the movement that seemed to naturally occur between them. He knew no matter how long he lived he would never find anything to compare to making love to the woman beneath him.

As Charles began to move upon her Elsie found herself on the edge of a great cliff. A cliff she had traversed many a time but usually much later in the proceedings. Usually she enjoyed a slow, burning build until the moment of the plunge but this time it was moving so quickly. She began breathing harder and harder, trying to call out to Charles, to warn him to slow or something anything. She was much too far along to early. But her words were mumbled as the pure pleasure of their union washed over her. She shouted his name louder than she ever had before and she secretly hoped that the whole of the village had heard. That everyone with a hundred mile radius had heard the joyful pleasure she was experiencing with the glorious man in her bed.

"Did you just…?" Charles asked bewildered, amazed that such a thing could occur just a few strokes in.

"Wipe that silly grin off your face my man." She said with a giggle, "And for the love of God keep moving." She moaned ranking her nails down his back, squeezing his firm buttocks tightly.

With an devilish smile on his face he began to move again, getting completely swept away in the glory of the moment.

A good while later he rolled off of her and laid down on the bed completely sated.

"Good God woman, we need to fight more often." He said his arm covering his face from the harsh light of the lamps, enjoying the blissful oblivion their love making brought him to.

"I agree." She said giggling like a school girl after her first kiss. But, Elsie thought gleefully to herself, she was no school girl and that was certainly much better then a first kiss.

"How many times did you…?" He asked cautiously.

"More than I can count." She responded, purposefully stroking his ego.

"Goodness, and I've peaked at your ledgers before, you can count to very high numbers!" He said with a grin.

"Now you are getting a big head my dear." She said resting her cheek upon his chest.

"How long do you think we can lay like this before we have to get up?" She asked wearily.

"As long as we bloody like Elsie." He whispered kissing her head. "As long as we like."