One-shot story inspired by the Tumblr Ship Drabble Challenge After hours of working on this little one-shot, I've finally finished it!

Thank you Anon for prompting me to writing this story :) I hope you enjoy! Remember to leave me a review to let me know what you think!

P.S. This weeks NERWAC update might have to be postponed because I'm running out of time to write it for you tomorrow! But fingers crossed that I might be able to finish it rather sooner than later…

Charles was studying his wife's concentrated face, watching her bite her lover lip, and stare at the words on the page of her book.

"Are you alright?"

She lifted her gaze to meet his quickly, looking as if she'd been caught doing something she wasn't allowed to.

"Of course. I just-", she whispered."No, nevermind."

"What?", he asked her.

"It's nothing."

She turned her face away, letting her gaze fall back to her book.

"You've been very quiet tonight.", he stated quietly."Won't you tell me what it is that has made you so preoccupied?"

"Preoccupied?"

"Yes.", she saw him nod gently."I know you, Elsie. I pay attention to you."

"That's hardly how it has seemed these past few days."

The words were out her mouth before she could stop them, a look of disappointment gracing her face the next second. What is wrong with me, she thought, I have no control over myself.

"What?", her words caught his attention."Elsie, what do you mean?"

"I'm only tired, I'm sorry I said anything-"

"No. Tell me.", Charles insisted, leaning to take the book from her hands and putting it aside.

Elsie let out a sigh in defeat.

"Well, if you must know, I was only thinking about how much time you've spent in the village as of late."

He lifted his eyebrows up in question.

"I thought you didn't mind me spending time in the village?", Charles asked.

"I don't, not exactly."

"Then what is the problem?"

A short silence followed, and Charles couldn't help but wonder what it was that had made his wife so flustered.

"I mean it, I don't mind you spending time in the village, but more like who you spend it with."

"I'm not sure I understand?"

"Oh surely you've noticed it yourself. You've been down to the village three times this week, and I know you are not attending a committee meeting."

"Elsie I-"

"I know you've been seeing a woman.", she stated, her voice breaking as she said this.

"Elsie, love-"

"I know I'm not young anymore or very beautiful with all my wrinkles and the bags under my eyes, but I love you, Charles Carson."

She stood up, pacing around the room. It pained his heart to see her like that. Surely she didn't think-

"You're right, I've been seeing a woman, but not in a way that it might seem to you. And secondly, no, you're wrong, because there is no woman more beautiful on this earth than you are."

He watched her and when she said nothing, he made it to explain;

"Her name is Rose Langsdale, and she's just moved to Downton to set up a flower shop in the village with her husband."

She finally lifted her gaze to meet his, their eyes fixated together.

"What?"

"That's right. And I asked for her help."

"With what?", his wife blurted out the question.

Charles sighed and answered;

"With my anniversary gift to you, love."

She remained quiet, now standing still and facing him.

"I wanted to surprise you with a gift as beautiful and special as you are, and so I decided to ask for her help. Apparently, she's worked with flowers her whole life, I thought she'd know what to do."

A bright red blush soon covered her cheeks.

"Oh."

"Surely you didn't think I've gotten bored with you and decided to start seeing someone else behind your back?", he laughed.

When she didn't say anything, his face fell as realization hit him.

"Wait a minute-", Charles mumbled, staring into her eyes"-…are you jealous?"

She was too mortified to answer him, her voice stuck in her throat.

"Oh Elsie-", he stood up, a wide smirk gracing his lips."Who would have thought?"

His voice soon changed to laughter.

"Don't be silly- I'm not jealous!", Elsie insisted, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

"Oh, I think you are.", he chuckled, stepping closer and drawing her towards him by her hips.

"I'm not."

"Mhm- so you say, Mrs. Carson. But I know better.", Charles murmured and before she could say anything to deny his statement he leaned to capture her lips in a wanton kiss.

His hands found their way to cup her bottom, hers coming to wrap around his neck as they pulled themselves immensely much closer to each other. Their lips

When they finally broke apart after a while, they were both out of breath and their hearts beating rapidly.

"Just so you know, I could never even look at another woman the way I look at you. You needn't be jealous.", Charles whispered, planting a quick kiss to the tip of her nose."I'm very much in love with my wife."

She blushed. Now she felt very silly for ever doubting his love for her.

"I know. And your wife loves you too very much as well."

This time she kissed his lips…

"Never doubt my love for you, Elsie."

"I won't, but-"

"Hmm?"

"You'll think me too wanton."

"I very much doubt that.", he smirked, his baritone of a voice making her stomach fill with butterflies."Do tell what you had in mind, Mrs. Carson…"

She pushed herself closer to him, her bosom against his stomach. Then she whispered ever so quietly;

"Show me why I shouldn't be jealous. Prove it to me, Charlie."

And Mr. Carson was more than happy to obey…He appeared to love this jealous side of his wife very much indeed.