IMPURE THOUGHTS
Hello dear people...Yup, it's me again...Today I want to share a short, one-shot with you, that just came to my mind yesterday. Those two, old boobies can't really leave me in peace ;-)
Story summary: Charles Carson finds it difficult to concentrate on his work, being in the company of Elsie Hughes and the reason for that are his impure thoughts..
One-shot, rated-strong T. Written just for fun.
Legal note: Don't own any of the characters in this story, because if I did, Charles and Elsie would be doing the same thing over and over again ;-)
Charles felt like he couldn't possibly take it anymore...Recently it was too much for him. He needed few moments to calm himself down and regain his balance, after every conversation with her. And it was not because they had different opinions, it was not because they were fighting or arguing about stuff, but simply because his impure thoughts didn't want to leave him in peace.
When he started to have them, he was sure that it was just a faze. That it will pass quickly. He blamed his sexual abstinence for those thoughts. After all, he gave up visiting houses of ill repute soon after she came to the house, to be a housekeeper and that was some time ago. He tried to explain it to himself and even convince himself, that it was all the matter of not being sexually satisfied.
He even wondered, if maybe visiting a house of ill repute during the season, would help and those thoughts would finally leave him alone, but for the very thought of doing it, he felt sickness in his stomach. What may have been alluring to him when he was younger, was not an option now.
Besides, she wasn't there during the season and he was much calmer then. However as soon as they came back to Downton, it all started from the beginning.
He couldn't avoid her in anyway. They had to work together everyday, to cooperate. They were the most important part of downstairs team. It would be strange and suspicious, if he would start to avoid her suddenly, without any reason. She was inquisitive, so she would definitely ask the question.
Charles almost never lied and he knew, that he wouldn't be able to lie in this case too and if she would find out, that would be over, of their cooperation and of their firendship, also of that special bond, that was between them from the very beginning.
There was that special sort of attraction, that pushed them to spend time together, not only when they had to share their duties, but also in their free time. They never avoided each other. On the contrary. He could say, that they were looking for an opportunity to meet, talk and develop their friendship.
But that was the worst part. They were friends. They liked, supported and helped each other with everything and that made Charles feel more guilty about his impure thoughts.
He tried to inquire, when they started, but he wasn't able..It was really not that important anyway.. Those thoughts were present and he had no idea how to stop them.
Whenever Elsie was around, he started to lose control over his body and his mind...He couldn't look at her as a housekeeper, because for him, she was most of all a woman. An extremely attractive woman, who he desired so much, as he never desired before.
Everything about her was perfect and as time passed, his thoughts didn't go away, they started to take over him, to the point where he could barely control himself in her presence.
Not only did he have to hide physical signs of his arousal from her (he was really angry, that the male anatomy was so clear, that it was impossible to hide it). Women could be aroused by someone and there was no sign on their bodies of that, whilst men had problems with that part of their bodies, who showed the most enthusiasm.
Whenever he saw her beautiful face, with blue eyes, that he could look at forever, his heart was pounding like crazy in his chest.
When he saw those pretty, enticing, pink lips, that smiled to him, he was wondering, if he was right, thinking that tasting them would be sweetest than anything he ever tasted in his life...He could almost feel her taste, imagining, how his own lips would devour hers, how his impatient tongue would seek for hers, while they would kiss, until they would be out of their breaths...
When he was looking at the milky skin of her neck, usually hidden in the collar of her dresses, he couldn't stop dreaming about tearing off those damn things of her pretty neck and tasting her there... He knew how much she would love that...He could almost see her half-closed eyes, her parted mouth, while his lips would do magic on her sensitive skin...
Even though her dresses covered much more than they revealed, when he looked at her, with hungry, lustful eyes, he couldn't help but notice, the roundness of her breasts, hidden properly in the corset and he dreamt of nothing else, but the privillege of being the one, who can take it off from her and let her breasts free..
He imagined how they would look like-milky white, heavy, full, with pink nubs, that were simply meant to land in his eager mouth...He would cherish them over and over again-kissing, licking, sucking and fondling...To the point, when her skin would be covered in pink shade and her lovely Scottish voice, would whisper quiet words, encouraging him to go on, to never stop doing this...
He couldn't stare at her breasts openly, so he always used a moment, when she was with him, but busy with looking at some papers and then his sight automatically went down, to look at her breasts and he imagined, how ideally they would fit in his hands...
If she only knew what he was thinking...He often wondered, how insulted would she be if she knew...Would she slap him in the face? Left his room and never talk to him again..? Leave the Abbey?..
But even those dreadful possibilities, were not enough to stop him from going further with his wild imagination..
When he lied in his bed at night, not being able to sleep, his mind drifted to the lower parts of her body..He was imagining her ideally flat belly, maybe it was a matter of wearing a corset, or the fact that she was eating so little, but he always had that conviction, that her figure was ideal like an hourglass... She was an Afrodite to him-perfectly built, with large, full breasts, flat stomach and round hips...
Oh, the hips...Even with her dresses, he couldn't take his eyes of her hips, when she swayed it in front of his eyes, going through the hall, or what was even better, when he was going behind her on the stairs.. In those moments, he couldn't even hide the fact, that he was looking at her hips, moving in such alluring matter, that he was losing his mind...He wanted to grab her hips and pin her up to the floor, to get rid of her dress and make love to her in the middle of the servants hall or anywhere else they would be. The place didn't matter much...
He wished, that he couldn't see her legs, but in his imagination they were perfect..Just like all the rest of her body...Long, slim, with small feet, ideally rounded knees, slender calf and the thighs, that he would be ready to die for...
He could almost feel his head delving between her thighs, just to feel the smoothness of her skin in there...His kisses would be delicate there, driving her wild so much, that her hands would clutch on the bed sheets..And when he would go further and tasted her in there..She would loose control totally, whispering obscenities and saying his name, rolling the "R" in the way, that would make him loose his mind, until the point, when he could joepardize his whole life, just to stay there forever, between her thighs...
He couldn't stop thinking about how she would behave in bed..He already knew her so well...He was aware, that her temperament was a wild one and sometimes, when he saw fire and passion in her eyes, when she scolded her maids, he wanted to know, if she could transfer this passion to the bedroom..He was more than sure that she would...He could feel her passion, he could easily imagine, how she would squirm under him, how she would writhe under him, how her gorgeous body would move in a perfect synchronazition with his own, when he would be inside her...
He could feel the inside of her, holding him so tightly, that each his move inside her, would be like the sweetest bliss...He would never want this to end...He would want to stay inside her forever... They would rock together, kissing and whispering sweet profanities into their ears...
In his dreams, they always reached their climaxes in the same time, united..In this moment, they would forget the whole world-achieving such unearthly pleasure, that they could feel like being half in paradise...
That was usually the moment, when Charles felt that he was in the brink of craziness...Here he was, alone, in his bed, while the object of his wild desires was so close, but so far away...
On the next day, when she entered his pantry, he felt like he was blushing. She was so radiant and happy and so ready to start a new day, full of work and all he could think about, was that sensual scenarios, that played in his head over and over again...
And yet, he had to stay calm and pretend, that he treats her only as his respected work colleague, that the only thing that exists in his head, was their friendship and mutual goal to make the Abbey function perfectly...
When she left to her duties, he blushed again...He had no right to think of her that way, but he did... He realized, that thinking about her like that, he disrespected her. In his dirty mind, she was no better than the women from houses of ill repute, but there was one crucial difference- the women from houses of ill repute, existed only to satisfy his burining needs in the past, while all those wild sexual scenarios, that he had in his mind for Elsie was something more...He wanted her, but he was also in love with her... All the things that he wanted to do with her in bed, he had never tried before with anyone else...
When he thought about hundreth ways of touching her body, he didn't think about himself, he was imagining those things, because he wanted to please her, to give her such pleasure, that she could not even imagine...
However it was all in the sphere of dreams...As sad as that made him, he was aware, that this will probably never come true...All he could do, was trying to find a way to live with impure thoughts, that once entered his mind and never wanted to leave...
That's it for today...I actually meant that as one-shot, but perhaps I will write a second chapter about Elsie's impure thoughts. Of course if you want it. It's always your call...;-) If you have time, please tell me what you think..Your opinions matter. Thank you for devoting your time to read my fluff. Please take care of yourself and your families. See you soon!