'I gather you agree with married life so far?' He jests, taking her hand in his.

She grins. Oh how pretty she looks, the soft light of the early day making her skin glow. He can't help but stare at her smiling at him so sweetly. His beautiful wife is smiling rather a lot of late he thinks to himself.

He is smiling at her. Calm loving eyes looking into hers. How handsome he is, his hair all ruffled, sleep still in his eyes, that half smile he seems to reserve for her on his lips. My husband has been smiling like that a lot lately she thinks to herself.

'Um…' She breaks the smiling silence. 'What would you like for breakfast?' 'It's my turn today.'

He chuckles. 'Surprise me.' 'You are good at that.' He raises one of those impressive eyebrows at her, implying all sorts.

'Al right Mr. Carson.' 'You stay right there and Mrs. Hughes will be right back with your breakfast, Sir.'

She disappears into the bathroom for a while before going downstairs dressed in her old robe, giving him a swift smile.

He'd have to buy her a new robe, this one doesn't really do her justice or match the new things she wears underneath it now. Maybe I could also buy her some more of those…those…. His mind flashed with images of his Elsie, Mrs. Hughes scantily dressed in little bits of lace and silk.

He moved his hand over his growing member. Just teasing himself, imagining himself sitting in his pantry, a moody Mrs. Hughes bursting through the door shutting it behind her.

Marching towards him, long dark dress swishing, keys jangling. She sits down on the edge of the chair facing him. She slowly start to bend forward, then lifting up the hem of her skirts. Very sensually she moves the fabric upwards, up over her knees then down her thighs. Gliding her hand gently over her legs she moves to put one over the other, slowly yet purposefully crossing her legs.

He knows what that would look like now, yet imagining this happening at Downton Abbey makes it all the more alluring.

Now Mrs. Hughes is undoing the garter fastenings of the leg on top, releasing the stocking. Uncrossing her legs to be able to roll it down her leg. She begins to do the same with her other stocking rolling it down, acting as if he is not there, not watching her eagerly. He looks down her skirt to find a glint of deep wine red…

He is getting too close. He stops his ministrations, retracting his hand from beneath the sheets. He could not let his blushing bride find him like this. What would she think.

Downstairs Elsie was filling up a tray for her husband. Before picking it up she loosens the front of her robe, letting the neck fall open somewhat.

She enters their bedroom with an air of being his servant girl.