A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed- I am so grateful. Thank you also to Mona Love and Happyheart2 for providing inspiration for this chapter. One more chapter to go after this one and the m-rated warning still stands! Enjoy x

Chapter 29

Elsie and Charles began to wake, still curled up together in a happy bundle in their bed. Elsie purred dreamily against his chest, teasingly scratching her fingers through his soft chest hair and resting her leg over his. Charles was still half-asleep as she reached up and began to kiss his neck, and along his jaw. She enjoyed being in control and she reached down and began to fondle him under the covers. She was impressed to note that he was surprisingly alert, and aroused, at this early hour. As she softly stroked him, he twitched and became further aroused.

"Ummm … what a way to wake up?" Charles laughed happily. As he threw Elsie onto her back, unable to lie passively for a moment longer. Elsie shrieked joyfully.

"I thought you were still asleep Charles …" Elsie giggled.

"… and you thought you would have your wicked way with me?" he laughed.

"… well I thought I would try!" Elsie replied, kissing him hungrily on the lips. Charles smiled against her lips.

"Good morning by the way …" Charles said cheerfully, as an after-thought, as he began kissing his way down her body.

"Umm good morning Charles …" Elsie whimpered as he reached her breasts.

Charles withdrew the cover so that he could see every inch of her. He wanted to worship her beautiful body. Elsie could not help but be embarrassed, despite the intimacies they had shared, she felt quite unsure of her body now that she was on show, and in broad-daylight. Charles sensed her hesitation as he nuzzled her breasts.

"Elsie … you are the most beautiful woman … you have the most glorious body … so perfect …" he groaned, as his hands continued to play with her nipples, sucking, biting softly and then kissing them tenderly. Elsie could feel herself becoming undone yet again.

"I am not a young girl anymore Charles … umm … my body …" she began, as she ran her hand through his hair, clutching his head to her chest.

" … is flawless … just breath-taking … and I am going to kiss every inch of it …" Charles breathed, as he set about doing just that.

He looked up into her eyes as he rose to kiss her mouth, her temple, her nose. Elsie smiled dreamily, how could she not believe him when he looked at her with such love? He then kissed her neck, her shoulders, her throat, as she arched against him. He raised both of her arms, forming a path of tiny kisses down each until he drew her fingers into his mouth, sucking and caressing them. Elsie had no response other than to purr gently in his arms. This time was so different to the hurried, hot and needy love of the previous evening. Last night had been wonderful but as Charles kissed a path down her stomach to reach her centre, he was slow, so deliberate, and he demonstrated his reverence and devotion to her as he covered her with soft kisses and touches. Elsie moaned loudly as Charles kissed her centre; to kiss her there felt so intimate, so personal. Her hips bucked towards him as his tongue teased her.

"Oh Charles …" she moaned, as his hands cupped her bottom, kneading her slowly as his tongue continued to please her. She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around his neck, as she writhed underneath him, her hands gripping the sheets as his fingers joined his tongue, fondling her firmly and confidently as her entire body began to quiver.

"Oh Charles … my gorgeous man … Charles …" she moaned, as he sucked harder, pushing his fingers in deeper to arouse her fully. Elsie gripped the back of his head more tightly as she crushed him against her, reaching the most intense climax as she screamed his name for the whole of Cornwall to hear.

"Charles! Ohhh yes! Charles! Yes! I love you Charles!" she shouted as she fell back on the bed, her body limp and content. Charles rested his head against her inner thigh, as his breathing settled and he savoured this precious moment, Elsie running her hands through his hair so lovingly and with such gratitude.

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Cora and Robert enjoyed a lazy morning and breakfast on their balcony. It was absolute bliss to spend time together, without the frenetic activity of Downton. Even when their family were in London, they were always surrounded by their maids, footmen and so on. Robert realised that they were never truly alone, just the two of them … until now that is. Robert smiled as he sat happily, sipping his tea.

"And what are you smiling at Lord Grantham?" Cora teased, at ease with Robert in a way she had not been for years.

"I was just thinking … this must be the first time we have actually been alone in decades ..." Robert smiled.

"Robert …. it hasn't been that long!" Cora joked.

"No … no … I didn't mean that … I meant … just the two of us … without a Ladies Maid … or a Valet … I like it …." Robert said sincerely.

"I like it too … although my hair is a mess … I cannot remember the last time I had to do it myself!" Cora chuckled.

"It's beautiful … much more natural … you look perfect …" Robert sighed, as he kissed her hand fondly.

"Thank you … " Cora blushed.

There was a knock at the door and Robert jumped up to answer it, and returned with an enormous bouquet of cream roses, Cora's favourite.

"Oh Robert ... you didn't have to do that …" Cora grinned as she stood up and gave him the warmest kiss. She then took the flowers from him and admired the beautiful bouquet.

"I am afraid I didn't Cora … perhaps you have a secret admirer …" Robert smiled. Cora looked surprised, as she found a card attached to the bouquet.

"Here … read this …" Cora said handing the envelope to Robert.

'Lord and Lady Grantham. We will never be able to repay your kindness but wanted to offer a small gesture of our thanks. Thank you for the most wonderful weekend. We hope that you are both enjoying a delightful break and we look forward to lunch tomorrow. With regards, Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes xxx.'

Robert smiled delightedly, thrilled that his friend was having such a marvellous time. Cora, seeing his joy, wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a lovely hug.

"Shall we go for a walk Robert … along the beach perhaps …" Cora asked, enjoying the freedom of being away from Downton. Robert was right, they were never alone and whilst leading a house like Downton brought many privileges, it was also very restrictive.

"Lovely …" Robert said enthusiastically.

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Elsie stood, looking out at the view, gazing in wonder at the sight before her. It was stunning; the roaming cliffs, the bluest sea she had ever seen, the lines of fishing boats coming home with their daily catch. She looked down at the golden sands as she could barely believe she was here, in this most perfect moment with Charles. They had enjoyed breakfast in bed, followed by a happy doze after her delightful morning treat; she smiled hazily thinking how Charles had spoiled her. It was now mid-morning. She was standing in a long, cream silk nightgown that she had bought for this weekend. It was simple and sleek, glancing off her curves, the silk cascaded to the floor. It had thin, elegant straps and a more intricate lace bodice that cupped her breasts.

Charles crept up behind and her and glided his arms around her waist. Elsie sighed and leaned happily back against his chest. She wound her arms over his and they both looked out towards the sea.

"It is such a beautiful view Charles …" Elsie said happily.

"I have never seen a more beautiful view …" Charles agreed, but then Elsie laughed as she realised where his eyes were fixed.

"I meant this view …" Elsie said, pointing out to the sea. Charles giggled, his mouth already kissing her shoulder.

"That too …" he mumbled. Elsie laughed.

As he kissed her neck, she felt him gathering her nightgown, so that the silk rose up her legs, reaching her thighs. With one hand he bunched the silk at her waist as he pressed himself against her. It was only then that Elsie realised he was completely naked as she felt his warm skin against her bottom.

Charles groaned as he discovered that Elsie was wearing nothing under her gown; this woman drives me wild, he thought. He instantly hardened as he pressed against her bottom, his hand around her waist as his other reached up to fondle her breast through the silk and lace. Elsie could feel his hardness pressing into her backside; he was such a large man and she could feel him twitch and jerk as he rubbed up against her. As his breathing and groans intensified, she knew that he wanted her.

"Here Charles? On the balcony?" Elsie asked, quite shocked but also very excited.

"Oh god yes … right here Elsie and I am afraid this won't take long … I am already …. Ohhhhhh …." Charles groaned as she ground her bottom against him, leaning back to grip his face with one hand as she kissed him furiously, still with her back pressed to his chest. She pressed and writhed so hard against him, wickedly teasing him as she felt him starting to lose control. With one hand he gripped her waist holding himself flush to her, the other grew frantic as he fondled her breasts with an urgency that thrilled Elsie.

"Oh Charles … we'll have to be quiet … other guests might hear …" Elsie breathed, becoming hot and aroused, as he pushed one strap off her arm, so that her gown fell down at one side, revealing a delicious breast. The cool sea air felt wonderful against her body as she shivered against Charles.

"I'll try my best … but I can't promise …" Charles gasped, as he took her completely by surprise by entering her in one long thrust, as he let out the loudest and most guttural moan she had ever heard.

Elsie screamed at the top of her voice, unable to remain silent, his size filling her completely as she leant back and clenched both hands around his neck. Charles moaned louder and louder as he thrust in and out, the softness of Elsie's skin, coupled with the feel of silk and lace crushed against his chest and the firmest of her bouncing breasts under his hands was more than he had ever dared dream. In one final crescendo they both shouted the others name loudly across the bay as they came together in a perfect burst of love.

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Cora was having a lie-down following their walk. Robert was happily reading in the arm chair in their room. This weekend had been the best idea he had had in a long time; and Elsie could not have chosen a more perfect location he thought happily.

His thoughts turned to his close friend; she had been his rock over recent weeks. He really did not know how he had ever coped without her in his life. He had never had a close friend before. He had made friends at boarding school but he had long ago lost touch with them and as an adult he had never had more than acquaintances in his life. He loved spending time with Elsie; she was sensitive and caring and also completely honest. She also made him laugh so much with her Scottish fire and wit. He was so pleased that he was able to give her this weekend with Mr Carson; she deserved to be treated like a lady and she deserved to have time alone with her love. Robert hoped that Elsie would always be part of his life and hoped that they would always be friends.

He decided to finish his book outside on the balcony to enjoy the sea breeze. It was mid-morning and he and Cora planned to go for lunch in the restaurant, having had all of their meals in their room until now. He eased himself into the comfortable chair and continued to read. There was a stillness as he looked over the bay, with only the sounds of passing seagulls breaking the silence.

Robert was distracted from his book as he thought he heard a noise in the distance; it sounded like someone was shouting. He continued to read. The voice was getting louder. Robert could not work out if it was a man or a woman. He then realised it was both, he could hear two voices. Were they arguing? He wondered. He continued to read but the voices could still be heard. It did not sound like an argument. Robert then blushed bright red as he realised what he could hear; it was a couple in the throes of passion. He giggled, shocked that they were so vocal. Had they left their door open onto the balcony? Or were they actually on the balcony? Robert wondered. It was certainly an idea for later, he smiled naughtily.

Robert nearly fell off his seat when he heard the next words as clear as if they were standing on the balcony next to him; 'Charles!' and 'Elsie!' rang out across the bay. He covered his face in shock as he happily noted that his dear friend Elsie was definitely enjoying her weekend.

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Elsie and Charles lay together, completely worn-out, in their bed. They lay facing each other, their faces only an inch apart as they both reached out and softly stroked, caressed and touched the other. Elsie ran her fingers down Charles' arm, feeling the muscles that had built up through years of carrying trays of food and drinks. Charles lightly caressed her face, tracing her lips with his fingers. Neither spoke, they both simply enjoyed gently exploring each other's bodies. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who can that be?" Charles said, annoyed that someone had interrupted their special moment.

"I don't know but you better go and see …" Elsie said, thinking there was no way that she was moving. She did not think she could move even if she wanted to, so exhausted and spent was she from today's activities.

"Let's just ignore it …" Charles said, as the person knocked a second time.

"Charles go on … we can't ignore it …" Elsie said, trying to push him off the bed to get him moving.

"I can't go to the door like this …." Charles said, lifting the covers to emphasise the fact that he was naked.

Elsie moaned happily at the sight before her. He really was in great shape. She looked dreamily at his chest, so strong and manly, and his toned and muscular legs, and then she looked at 'it'; she really could not help herself. She sighed happily as she recalled the pleasure it had brought her.

"Elsie!" Charles laughed, as she watched her admiring his most intimate part. Elsie giggled.

"Go on … before I get any more ideas …" Elsie teased, as Charles reached across and began kissing her passionately. With great difficulty, she pushed him off and gave him a mock-stern look as he shook his head gently and got out of bed. He hastily tied his dressing gown as he opened the door to their room. Elsie was hidden from view as she lay naked in bed.

"Good afternoon Sir," the man said. He was dressed very formally and was obviously one of the managers at the hotel. Charles felt distinctly under-dressed in his dressing gown, not to mention deeply embarrassed not to be dressed at this hour.

"Good afternoon," Charles replied, as formally as he could muster, as he stood half-naked.

"My name is Mr Fisher … I am the Assistant Manager of the hotel ... Sir … there is nothing … I mean … it is nothing serious … but I am afraid … there is something …. the thing is … " The man was babbling and seemed very nervous.

Elsie sat up in bed and listened intently, wondering what on earth was going on.

"Mr Fisher … how may I help you?" Charles asked kindly, hoping to ease his discomfort. He could only be in his late twenties, Charles thought.

"It's just … well … there has been a small complaint … I am sure it is nothing … but there is an elderly couple next door … and they wanted us to ask you … you and your good lady wife ... if …" Mr Fisher trailled off again.

"Ask us what?" Charles said, genuinely confused.

Elsie covered her mouth in shock; she then moved her hands to cover her face, mortified as she had realised what was coming next.

"Ask you to be a little quieter … less enthusiastic … oh dear … this is very difficult … I am sorry Sir …" Mr Fisher said, looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

" … quieter … less enthusiastic … what on earth do you mean?" Charles said, growing increasingly exasperated.

Elsie buried her face in the pillows. She was blushing furiously and yet had a fit of the giggles as she knew only too well what Mr Fisher was alluding to; what made it even funnier was Charles' total naïvety about the matter.

Mr Fisher looked at Charles, panicked, but realised he would just have to spit it out. He took a huge breath and said,

"… they can hear you making love Sir … they can hear screams and shouts … they said the noises have been going on all night and day … and they asked if you and your wife could perhaps tone it down a little Sir … as they cannot get any sleep …"

Charles stood, jaw-dropping open as he looked at the young man. He had never been more mortified in his life. He did not know how to reply to that, as he heard the muffled laughter of Elsie from their bed. Charles smiled inwardly, despite his humiliation, as he heard Elsie's delighted squeals. He thought seriously about going to get her so that she could share in this most embarrassing moment; the moment Charles Carson, Butler of Downton, was chastised for making love too energetically and loudly. A small swell of pride came over him; they had been so loud that they had been heard through the walls!

"I do apologise Sir … we had no idea that we could be heard … we will monitor our volume on all further such occasions …." Charles said, as formally as possible.

Elsie shrieked even louder from the bed, she thought she might die of happiness as bursts of laughter escaped her. Charles shook his head good-naturedly at Mr Fisher as the peals of laughter continued to be heard from their bedroom.

"I will also ensure that my wife is less raucous … she is somewhat of a fiery Scot!" Charles added teasingly, for Elsie's benefit. He knew she would kill him for that comment but it was worth it to see her fire.

Mr Fisher had the good grace to chuckle.

"Thank you Sir … and sorry to have bothered you … I hope I didn't interrupt anything …" he said, winking at Charles as he headed off down the corridor. The cheek of the man, Charles thought.

Charles closed the door and walked back into the bedroom, where he found a hysterical Elsie lying on their bed, tears of laughter streaming down her face. He beamed down at his love, chuckling loudly and swiftly climbed on top of her, wrapping his arms around her and tickling her playfully. Elsie squealed as Charles kissed her lustily as he pulled her in tightly.

"Charles … we have to be quiet!" she gasped, as she returned his furious kisses.

"That will be impossible I am afraid my love … but just so you know … you are going to the door next time!" he laughed.