The Acquisition of Memories

by BorneToFlow

Embarking on their honeymoon, Charles and Elsie begin to process the events of their wedding day and those leading up to it. A series of internal reflections; lengthy, fun & sometimes in-depth conversations; &, interspersed with requisite amounts of playful holiday fun & honeymoon adult times. From Ch19 rating is a tasteful but strong M. Some S5/6 JF canon is blissfully ignored.

22. Chapter 22- An Irresistible Force

The Acquisition of Memories- Chapter 22- An Irresistible Force

A/N 1: Ok… so, It has just occurred to me once more- that writing intricate details about the sexual activities of a couple of late middle-aged fictional characters is a rather unusual pastime… oh well – some people go indoor rock-climbing or do choreographed drowning … umm…I mean synchronised swimming… so each to their own, I guess!

Suffice to say- this is NSFW

- ENJOY!

BTW- thanks for all the lovely reviews for the last chapter, including all the guesties. I do find Chelsie dialogue trickier to come up with, but I am glad it pleases some readers out there when I do manage it. I imagine there will be much more dialogue in chapters regarding Sunday's outing to the gallery and their dinner- just not sure when they will get written- could be a long break as life and other writing truly does demand my attention. I am pleased to have barrelled through as much of this fic as I have, and I will at least leave you with the full 'biblical' consummation of the Chelsie marriage.

Disclaimer: I don't own them or profit from them- But hey, JF, they damn well deserved this happiness- not the bloody raw lamb chops on a cold plate that we all got served up! OK… Rant over.

Thanks for the dream characters anyway.

Cheers,

BorneTo Flow

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The muffled sounds of the bustling city slowly awakening seeps through the windows of their room. The curtains are heavy, but the growing light of the day begins to ring bright and cannot be withheld. Elsie stirs from her blissful slumber, and starts a little, not quite knowing where she is for a moment. Years of habit have woken her at the usual ungodly hour of the morning, but it is with inordinate relief that she realises she does not actually have to rouse herself to attend to the demands of others today. Charles is still wrapped warmly around her at her back, gloriously naked and lightly snoring near her ear. She has never felt so …at home. Secure. Loved. Very reluctantly, but ever so carefully, so as not to wake him, she shuffles out of Charles embrace. He snuffles slightly at the unconscious loss of her but remains sleeping.

She pads across the room to use the bathroom, and soon skips lightly and quickly back to their bed. The sight of Charles stops her short. My Dear God, she thinks, where did this wonderful poet-lover of mine come from? - Remembering the beautiful way that Charles saw her off to sleep last night. And as she looks down at him, her heart is filled with love. Overjoyed at the beauty that fills her new life, she slips back under the covers, sidles back towards Charles and pulls one of his arms around her body again, snuggling back into the warmth her man and luxuriating happily beneath the thick and pillowy softness of the eiderdown. Even in his sleep, his arms instinctively tighten around Elsie. Peace comes upon her once more, and she soon slides back into an entirely uncommon second sleep.

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A couple of hours later, she is roused once again, this time by a soft and polite tap on their door and the delivery of their breakfast trolley by a room maid. Again, years of routine have attuned Elsie's ears to the quiet noises of a house's movements, based on her need to be ready for any occurrence at a moment's notice, and this morning it is no different for her it seems. Elsie silently motions for the maid to leave the trolley in the little foyer area, for she is now cognisant of an entirely new circumstance that she very much wants to keep to herself. The maid leaves silently, having collected Charles' tail suit for the valet cleaning service, locking the door behind her.

Elsie is now free to concentrate all her senses on Charles, who is stirring behind her, and she is definitely feeling something silken and firm pressing hot into the small of her back. An uncontrollable smile rises over her face as she realises he is drowsily snuffling awake, somewhere in between dreams and lucidity, and he is slowly and lightly rocking against her, quite unconsciously. How divine! I wonder if this always happens for him, or is it only now… and with me? She smirks at the thought that this may be how he has woken most mornings of his life- over all of those years in his little attic room. And if it is- how did he…well… always appear so put together in the morning in the servant's hall? … or maybe that was why he always disdained too much frivolity at the breakfast table- he had too much to concentrate on already perhaps! She cannot stop a small giggle escaping her lips at her own wicked thoughts. She tentatively presses her back towards him. He hums contently in his foggy state, maybe thinking she is part of a dream he is having. Elsie decides that she simply must turn over to look upon her wonderful new husband- this new pleasure -her man in the morning – so close to her- just to see the look on his face as he fully awakens to their new life together. She carefully turns towards him, not wanting to wake him just yet.

He is so very lovely. So peaceful, with the ends of a pleasant dream still playing around his relaxed eyes. She cannot stop herself, his unruly hair! It has fallen about his forehead, and she has only really seen it that way a couple of dozen times in all these years together of times before. Such as when he has walked, sweat covered from a loss after a day on the village cricket field, or when he had to drag Thomas away from the pummelling William was giving that man in the servant's hall, or the night of dear Lady Sybil's death,… or, worse still, when she nearly lost him forever to the flu. Her heart still catches at the thought of that time, and she chews at the corner of her lip… But then, she remembers how he looked last night, in the dressing room after he had so beautifully made love to her and she realises that she can see this particularly lovely side of her man now attached to his hair when it is in this state, and she can build such wonderful memories around that instead. She smiles broadly at this- how on earth will I keep these risqué thoughts from showing on my face at the yearly cricket match?! Elsie reaches up to curl her light fingers around and around that delightfully rakish forelock before slowly smoothing his silver hair back from his great forehead, no longer lined with the concerns of his role as butler in his current relaxed state- and so very beautiful in the morning light that filters past the edges of the damask curtains and splays in shards across their room.

Then- she just cannot help herself- his eyebrows are right there! Big and bushy and she smiles lovingly at how silly they are! They are ruffled all the wrong way, and she reaches up with both of her thumbs to smooth them back into place along his brows. Perhaps he should use Brilliantine on them too! …But that is wicked thinking again, Elsie… and in self-imposed penance, she stretches her neck up so that she may lovingly kiss each one of them in turn…. then she kisses him in between his brows… and then on the end of his nose.

He is smiling now, awake, but keeping his eyes closed as he enjoys the sensations of being woken up by his lovely and loving wife- just enjoying waking up and not being alone anymore. He hums with deep contentment.

"Good morning, Mrs Carson." He rumbles sleepily.

She does not answer- but presses her fingertip into the cleft of his chin, just as she had been planning to do – it does fit there perfectly!- and then she leans in to kiss him gently on the lips.

He pulls her tighter into his embrace and returns the kiss. She tastes like warm apples in the sunshine, freshly picked from a tree,… and of sleep, …and of their loving… "Hmmm." Bliss.

His hands start roaming slowly up and down her supple, strong back, as her legs stretch down and one of her soft feet runs over the side of his calf- So close -such a delight! Then she lifts her hands from his face, and he finally opens his eyes to see her stretch her arms and whole body long and unselfconsciously naked against him, yawning deeply and drawing the life of the new morning back into her glorious form. So relaxed in his arms- doing what she would normally do fully clothed and alone of a morning. Charles smiles with the sweet knowledge that only he will ever get to see this side of Elsie and her natural, private routines.

"Mmm…" she sighs contentedly, "Our breakfast trolley has arrived, my Love."

It sounds wonderful to Charles, but what is even better than that, he realises very quickly in this current position with her, is that one of Elsie's breasts has brushed very close to his chin, and with the just the slightest of movements, he is able to kiss across its softness and run his tongue languidly around her nipple, making her gasp in pleasant shock, almost recoiling from him. He smiles again.

"Hmm.. who needs breakfast when I already have manna from heaven in my arms."

He is full of endless praise for her it seems, and Elsie smiles once more for her beautiful lover and consciously stops herself from moving- for the wet slick of his tongue on her has driven a sudden spark of heat to her core. She decides to stay in her lithe and open position to let Charles take his time enjoying her body again, knowing and trusting, that he will bring her such immense pleasure again. She feels almost selfish about it- taking so much pleasure from him…almost… But Charles does begin to do just that, and it is to his own enduring delight as well.

"Mmm…" he sounds against her supple skin as he fully takes that beautiful bud into his mouth, and plays his tongue unhurriedly around it, nipping lightly with his lips covering his teeth, as she arches slightly towards him, sighing out her happiness to the day.

He rolls her gently away from him and lifts himself up on his elbow to gain more movement over her luxuriating, supine body, her arms still resting long above her head and her eyes gazing lovingly and expectantly at him. His free hand slides with increasing firmness over her soft belly and out to her hip, down her thigh, squeezing into the taut muscles there. He reaches down to the back of her knee and strokes her there with his fingertips and she balks a little and giggles as it tickles her. It makes him smile against her skin where he has started to move his mouth down her body, kissing the underside of her breast and then the curve of her lower ribs. Nerves ripple there beneath his kisses and he slowly follows their path to her sternum, kissing lavishly up and down the thin skin that covers her strong breast bone, feeling the beat of her heart beginning to race faster in her chest under the ministrations of his sensitive tongue. Her skin tastes divine.

His eyes keep seeing the next wonder of her body that he wants to taste and kiss and he follows a path back up to that delicate skin in the hollow of her neck, where her pulse flutters and he can feel the heat of her love for him. Her neck stretches back in that exotic way that he absolutely adores, and he slides over it -open mouthed again- to the most sensitive places he has already learnt reside there, revelling in her lovely sighs, and the moans of his name dripping like golden honey from her lips.

Now he follows the source of that glorious sound, licking over her Adam's apple, feeling it vibrate against his tongue as she moans his name, then kissing up to her chin and beyond, until their lips meet and they share a deep kiss that glides effortlessly into a heavy and hot expression of their shared passion for one another. They break away, breathless, and stare deeply into one another's eyes- so very ready to share everything of themselves again.

"A chagair," she breathes heavily, "I love you with all my heart."

"My darling? Yes?" he guesses.

She nods.

"Tell me again, darling Elspeth. Say it all in Gaelic for me"

"Tha mo ghion ort, a chagair"

He smiles dreamily, as her accent rolls into his soul. "Again… please…"

"Tha mo ghion ort, a chagair"

He smiles the light of true sunshine on her face and repeats it softly to her, "tha mo ghion ort, a chagair Elspeth" verbatim, accent and all, for he wants to tell her the same thing is true for him in the language that was born into her heart.

Her eyes glisten at the careful attention he pays to all of the details of her.

Then they kiss deeply once more, her hands and fingers sliding and twisting in his hair, before he continues on his hot exploration of her body. He wants to trace kisses and fingertips over all of those places he did not get to last night- for he feels that there are still far, far too many lovely things about her that he has left entirely unattended.

Dusting kisses over her cheekbones, to the shell of her ear, new depths of fire rise through her moans of pleasure. Charles thinks that he will never tire of hearing Elsie like this.

He places light kisses all across her brow to make his way over to her other ear. How wonderful that she has two of so many precious things about her! he thinks joyfully, as he plays his tongue around her earlobe. She moaning with pleasure now and her breath is becoming more rapid and deeper with every new place on her that he lavishes his attention. It is wonderful! Then he makes his way back down that side of her neck and kisses and nips lightly around her firm and rounded shoulder, eliciting yet another nuanced call of his name from her lips as one of her hands splays across his chest, stroking through the hairs there and the other grips hard and squeezes into his bicep.

He continues down her arm, pausing at the inside of her elbow when he realises that it brings her arching closer to his semi-reclined body. Then he repositions himself, sitting up sideways near her, and he lifts her arm up to his face so that he can trace kisses from her inner elbow towards her wrist, suckling where he finds her pulse feathering rapidly beneath the light blue veins he can see there- tickling lightly at their slight bulges with the tip of his tongue.

"Hmmm…" she hums her pleasure to him and he continues with a close exploration of every finger on her hand- running his hot tongue down every side of them, sucking each one long into his warm soft mouth like he is carefully testing a decanted wine across the valley of his tongue, before dipping the tip of his tongue longer and slower into the webbed valleys where her long fine fingers join with her palm. She is looking up at him with rapt attention, sighing and moaning constantly as her bosom heaves and blushes deep red. She feels that white heat driving low within her. Charles discovers that on her right hand, the valley between her index and middle finger seems to garner the deepest reaction. He delights in the way that it makes her whole body ripple and shudder and her hips angle impulsively towards him, wanting contact. He needs to know what will happen if he does this with her other hand, so he moves again, straddling her just over her knees, unselfconsciously resting the weight of his now very firm arousal in the valley formed by the pressing together of her thighs. Elsie reaches for him instinctively, but he averts her hand gently.

"Not yet. Please, a chagair," he requests quietly. Elsie meets his dark eyes and gives him a small nod of understanding, biting down hard on her lower lip to better thwart her burning instinct to hold and touch him there. She rubs her palms firmly up and down his thighs instead, and he hums his approval to her. Charles has lifted her left hand to his bent head, and his searching tongue is repeating his languid devotion up and down each finger. Elsie starts to whimper her need to him, for some reason this hand is more sensitive. Her hips try to arch and reach towards his arousal, fighting against the restriction placed so lovingly upon her body by his weight held lightly over her legs. It is maddening to be so close to his hardness but unable to draw him fully into her desire yet. Her body is reacting of its own accord to the sensations he awakens in her so lovingly… so easily- and yet only through kissing her hand! He finds that on this hand, the delicate skin on either side of her wedding band elicits the strongest reactions. She is panting heavily now, as he licks and sucks at the webbing of those fingers, arcing deep electricity down to her tightening core. He loves that this secret part of her is surrounded by the symbol of their promise to each other. It is theirs alone- and it is driving her wild with want for him now. She is rolling and bucking now as far as she is able, her back arching and her shoulders pressing hard back into the mattress, trying to shuffle closer to him, trying to brush her heat to his, pushing her breasts up to him as he keeps licking and fondling around her wedding ring with his hot tongue. She is ready for me so quickly! None of her wonderful reactions escapes Charles enamoured notice and he quickly licks back down her arm, lingering briefly at her inner elbow and that other perfectly smooth and strong shoulder, sending a shimmer of a chill across her whole skin. He is straddling her whole body on all fours now, hovering above her- not touching her as she writhes in her want for him to be closer to her– until his mouth crashes with a deep groan onto one of her breasts again and sucks her nipple heavily into his opened mouth. She cries out in pleasure and arches even further towards him. He cannot believe the strength of her! She is astonishing to him- and so incredibly…so…just…Oh, God Help Me!- She is just …So…DAMNED… incredible!….

He groans heavily along with her, savouring her, pushing her on…higher, closer to him…she is teetering near her verge but cannot seem to reach the apex. But Charles is not done yet- he wants to find more places like this on her first- wants to see her soar. No- he cannot stop this heavenly exploration- he is far from finished with finding and tasting all of her just yet.

As he slowly releases her pillowy but tightened breast from his loving mouth, his breathing almost matching hers- hot and heavy- and he rumbles out to her ,"Turn over, my Love, let me kiss your back."

How can she possibly argue with such precise devotion to her pleasure? She rolls over and raises herself up onto her elbows, head bowed forward in desperate anticipation. Her knees spread unbidden, as far as they will go, until they press against the insides of his own knees that sit either side of her legs- her body instinctively wanting to open fully to him. He is still hovering on all fours above her and she can feel the heat radiating off his whole body. But she feels safe beneath his towering bulk- like he is housing all of the extremes of her rampant power and lust within the steady castle of himself- she will not be lost, he will hold her.

He brushes her braid aside and leans forward to continue sucking at her smooth shoulders and the back of her stretched and exposed neck. She mewls and groans and then he runs his tongue down over her shoulder blades and she cannot seem to stop her lower back arching back and upwards, cannot prevent her hips from rolling lasciviously, her knees digging hard into the mattress, pushing her lush readiness up towards him- oh so ready for him. He can smell her sweet arousal rising around them and he groans against her spine at the base of her exposed neck as her breath escapes her in rapid high pitched sighs.

He starts to crouch back onto his own legs and his hardness comes in contact with the top of her full and fleshy buttocks. She cries out again, almost growling in her frustrated need as she arches and pushes back to feel him pressed closer. She is stunned by her almost animalistic reactions to him and hopes dearly that she does not shock him. But it all feels so deliciously wonderful and natural that she cannot bear to try and stop herself moving in this way against his heat. My God! Charles thinks, She is absolutely wonderful!

His hands are splayed wide and have run firmly down her sides and up again and her skin ripples in waves beneath his touch. The span of his fingers is great enough to run his thumbs up each side of her spine at the same time- dipping in an out of the ridges and tickling the tension out of the muscles on either side of it along the way, making her writhe under his strong hands as she releases great gasping, high-pitched and panting sighs to the morning light. He reaches up to flick her braid around and down her back again. Placing greater pressure with his thighs around her hips, restricting her rolling and arching a little, he deftly unties the end of her plait and unravels her bounteous hair across her back. Her forehead has sunk lower and is now pressing into the mattress between her hands, her upper back rising to seek more of his touch as she feels her own silken hair swirl and flow across her back as his hot hands run down its length- over and over. He leans his head down over her to draw in its heavenly scent and run his cheeks over its satin smoothness. God! – I never thought I would see it quite like this! His mind is awash in her blissful wonder.

She is still resting up on her elbows and he leans to press his chest down to her back and balances above her on his bent elbows as his great hands run beneath her torso to cup and squeeze each of her ample breasts. He twirls and rubs each tightened nipple between his thumb and forefingers and Elsie's head keens backwards to rub near his head resting at her shoulder. She cries out loud to him in her hot and rising pleasure. His hot length is sitting at the small of her back and she pushes back up to him again, craving more of his divine closeness. He feels more heat surge through him as she grinds her hips and presses to him once more. She is just so, so ready for him! He is in raptures seeing her in such a blissful state with him -because of him.

But he continues his delicious exploration of her beautiful body, savouring every place he can reach, watching her glorious passions rising. Charles slides further down her body, his legs still holding hers firmly in place, but now he is resting back near her knees, and he runs his large hands over her fleshy cheeks, squeezing and digging his fingers into their muscular softness. She pushes her roundness back up towards his touch again, keening in between calling his name repeatedly, almost pleading for him to move his secure and hot bulk back up her body to complete their intimate connection- and Oh, God! he is so very, very hard for her right now- and she is so amazingly tempting like this… but he will not do it – no- he could not- Not until he can see her facing him again- see her loving blue eyes looking into his own.

His broad hands still firmly spanning her sides, he traces kisses across the base of her back just above all that delicious fleshiness, still squeezing his fingers repeatedly around her hips, swirling his soft warm fingertips down and around to trace the creases where her shapely legs meet that full and luscious flesh. Several times, his fingertips almost brush against her pulsing readiness and it is just too, too much for her-…but still not nearly enough!

"A-hahgerhh!" She beats her fist into the mattress in front of her and throws her head back. Her face and neck are prickling red and hot. Her primal cry sounds like her Gaelic endearment to him- but shouted loud- imploring him to finish this sweet torment.

With a final firm squeeze, he moves on from that delightful interlude- leaving Elsie frustrated for the moment in her desire, as he proceeds to run the fingers of both hands down the backs of her toned and strong legs. Having shuffled his weight well off of her, Elsie takes her chance to quickly flip herself over needing to see her man again- to implore him to move to her- Now! Charles sees her hair gloriously splayed out over the white bedding, framing her lust reddened face- and he sees her frantic, wild and wanting look as she holds his eyes in a steely animal gaze- his eyes look back, equally as dark and just as lustful, yet filled with infinite love for her too.

"Oh Charles, a chagair," she half whimpers, half whispers when she sees him adoring her in that way- bringing her back to herself a little – until she can grip back onto that deep love she feels her man again and can express it in her eyes and voice to him once more- he has held her- she will not be lost. He sees the change- he sees it all- and it means everything…Everything.- she is here with me…and I am there with her. We are.

Smoothly, he lifts one of her ankles up to his mouth. Her Charles is an absolute wonder to her- the extent of his devotions to her boggle her mind and he is so unlike what she had heard and known about men- the tales and realities she knew of what many men would sometimes just take from women – and roughly too. She relaxes back a little from her fervour to watch him, appreciating fully just how gentle and loving he is to her, and her heart feels fit to burst with tenderness for her man. Her eyes glisten lovingly, but still dark with lust for him, as he massages his thumb firmly up and down the arch of her foot. It feels so good…so very, very good. She is still panting raggedly as she rubs her other foot up and down the top of his thigh. Why does he always seem to have so much more contact with my skin, than I can reach of his? she wonders blindly, her head lolling from side to side now in her building passion.

Near his lips, he has turned her dainty foot to the side and her legs fall open, exposing her throbbing desire to him. He side glances down towards her, in awe of her complete and trusting openness to him And -By God!- She is just so beautiful! -and with a loving and bright and wicked smile on his face, that Elsie returns in equal measure, he circles his tongue in a slow and glorious lick over the thin skin covering her inner ankle bone. She bites hard on her bottom lip and almost yelps in delight as a shock of intense pleasure drives straight to her glistening core. Her leg jerks reflexively against his strong hold on her- his hand able to wrap easily around her small ankle. Their thoughts are one….It is all just…so… Exquisite! And Elsie did not know that so many places on her body would strike nerves of heat straight to her womanhood. She cannot help herself, the heat climbs rapidly within her again and her hips roll as she arches her back, presenting herself fully and unashamedly to him as she grips feverishly at the sheets of the bed. Charles is utterly enraptured. He runs his thumb over the ankle bone on her other foot as he slides it off his thigh and he allows himself to be drawn towards that blissful hot and ready haven of hers.

On his knees between her legs, and supported on one hand, he traces his tongue in a sweet and languorous path up the inside of one of her legs as he moves over her. His other hand presses long and firm strokes over the opposite leg.

Feeling him draw so slowly but inexorably closer to her uncontrollable desire for him...for them..., every muscle in her legs tenses up strongly as she bucks and rolls her hips high and her head thrashes back into the pillows again- one hand scratching and crumpling into the sheets and the other thumping heavily down into the mattress. With a shuddering and high keening sigh she cries out to him."Hah- ah- hagh! oh God ...Chaarrles!"

Finally. He is near her heat with his elbows either side if her constantly rolling hips, wedging his broad chest up against her curls as his body lies long between her superbly accommodating legs. She smells divine, and he groans loud but low- all of his want for her- as he kisses long and deep onto her soft belly, straining his neck up to reach her navel and lightly dipping his tongue in there too, making all the nerves and muscles on her stomach ripple in waves towards her ribs. She is still arching and shaking uncontrollably beneath him, still teetering on that fine precipice of absolute and senseless feeling. She is fighting the restriction of the weight of his torso, rolling and grinding her scent onto his chest as she growls out his name, over and over. Never has he felt this!-Never. This intensity, her raw power. Never…. Never has he felt …so…so.. wanted… just for who he is. He wants to give her everything- everything- all of his love for hers laid bare before him.

He can smell her heady scent in the heat emanating from her body. Absolute manna from heaven! He duck his head lower, running his tongue over the high definition of her hip bone under her soft and fleshy waist- she shudders again rubbing herself to him. Glorious!

He runs his lavish tongue across to the other hip bone and traces it with the maddeningly light touch of with the tip of his tongue, then he slides all the way back over to repeat the devotion on that first hip again.

"Charles!" she fairly screams at him, "I am going mad...here!…Ahhh…Mhór! …please!" Then he drops his kisses just below that line of her hip bone, to the soft and pliant dip of skin just above her curls. So very, very sensitive- she retracts that part of her skin away from him as the tickling, sensuous feeling it incites becomes too much for her body to even handle. She cannot take in all of this sensation that skirts along the very borderline of her most urgent need. All she can do is gasp and cry his name again, wanting him to be with her so, so desperately- And he wants her too- God how he wants her!- she is utterly divine. He ducks his head one last time, rubbing the bridge if his nose unashamedly into her wet curls, wanting her scent marking him as hers. His forehead is pillowed above her womb. He breaths in her heavy, dense and lush musk and then he quickly dips his tongue into that glorious fluid valley to lick once at her beautiful sweet nub, groaning his want into her as she bucks immediately up into his face, shouting incoherently to him. Then he runs his stubbled chin heavily up and over her writhing mound before moving up to position himself over her.

"Oh yes, Charles, Please…Yesss" she hisses between her clenched teeth. "Be with me- Be with me now, Charles! Oh God Yes-Now! Charles!"

He feels her hot and fluid opening pulsing at his swollen tip. He pushes gently to her and she flowers open to him, velvet slick and drawing him into her. Oh Gods! It is perfect! Her internal muscles are shimmering and pulling him in, he could not possibly resist the irresistible force of her even if he tried. He pushes towards her very lightly and as he does so the first of her climaxes overtakes her, and with every intake of her breath, with every high gasp of her pleasure, he is drawn even further into her. He never knew it could be like this! Never! So natural. So untroubled, unforced, utterly welcoming- and-just- so- completely divine -and all of it giving her so much pleasure that he thinks he will burst with joy for her happiness so openly displayed to him. It is absolute heaven.

"Oh Elsie," he groans, "Oh my love…"

Her cries are high and rhythmic and her legs have locked instinctively around his waist as she arches all of her lovely hidden womanhood up over him, enveloping him, taking him into her as she continues to rise – strong and shuddering and gasping until she gives a long high pitched squeal of completion followed by the lowest, most gutteral groaning cry he has ever heard.

"Mhhhooórrr!"

As she shudders over the top of yet another peak, her head thrown well back into the pillows and her hands grasping desperately at his back and neck and arms, trying to find some sort purchase on him. Then she finds it- squeezing and digging her fingers into the muscles of his buttocks and her whole back is arching off the bed again, supported only on her shoulder blades, as she tries to desperately to press any space that might possibly be left between them away. He is in absolute awe of her- so very, very strong- glorious, beautiful- unstoppable. GOD!... He barely moves, letting her come home to him, letting her welcome him into her most precious body.

The blood is pounding through his strained and reddened neck and he feels thoroughly overwhelmed, yet he somehow perceives that this rampant thudding heat in him matches the effect on her own neck and chest and he dives forward to feel that heat against his lips and tongue- for it surely matches the other heat she has swathed his very manhood in. He licks lavishly at her collarbones as she cries out to him again, juddering and keening still in her ongoing ecstasy- teetering continuously on the edge of yet another wave of intense pleasure.

He finally starts rocking into her, feeling that smoothness and wetness writhing and rolling back and forth over his most sensitive skin. Never…Never…! his fevered brain gasps inside his head. Not in any of his dreams…never could he have imagined this… this beautiful sensation- this utter bliss, and Elsie is right there with him, calling her pleasure out to him as she gives him every bit of herself- all for him- this is her- for them. It is them.

She is a marvel and by God! He is truly living!

He is caught up inexorably in her frantic rhythms, he tries briefly to slowly retract his whole length and push carefully back into her in long leisurely strokes, but it just frustrates her need too much, she shakes her head furiously against the pillow and growls out that amazing Gaelic endearment at him

"A-hahgerhh! Mhór! Mhór! ! Be with me… oh God Charles….Just BE!…Ah! A Chagair.. Yess…Yess!"

And who is he to argue with or ever stop his Elsie when she is in full and glorious flight?

"Elsie..Elsie..Love.. I am …I am, Love Yess .. love …Yess…Oh God! -Yess! I AM! "

He gives her everything he has, the sweat is dripping from his fevered brow onto her chest as he matches the speed of her gyrating hips as he feels her rising fast again, clenching tight around him, drawing him deeper into her amazing life force with his every thrust. He cannot hold. He does not want to, not when she is right there with him. He will not hold back- he does not have to- not as she bucks and arches and shudders, frantically, almost violently, around him. Then he feels it, feels all of her intricate smooth and little reactions surrounding him and it is all clearly readable to him- he feels her shuddering on the verge with him -as he reaches his final hot and powerful surge- unsure how much he lets go of freely for her and how much she has just drawn out of him- but it just –does- not- matter- it is all there for her and he wants nothing but this moment with her- with their eyes locked together – seeing it all- Being there - Being on the edge together. Just being. Together they rise again…and then fall- plunging finally and in unison, into the depths of their full and soulful love.

Shaking and collapsing together, panting onto each other's skin, they come back together gripping hard to each other, kissing any patch of skin they are near, never letting go of the other. Together… they slowly calm until speech returns and tears of joy can rise.

"Elsie, my love, my love" Charles rests his sweating forehead against Elsie's looking deep into her eyes. "La petite mort-heh?" he pants through his smile.

"A chagair, my Charles- Yes…yes …it was…-it was just like that"

Their lips meet in the most tender of kisses. Sighing. Replete.

Air and the life of the morning finally returns to their lungs. Calmer.

"So, how is my mad woman of the attics now?" he smiles gently at her.

"My god.. " hiding her forehead against his cheek, "did I really say that I was going mad!"

A loving chuckle rumbles up from deep in his chest, "Somewhere in there, Love- yes."

"Oh, Dear God, … did...did I shock you?" She chews at her lip, looking up at him.

His hand immediately moves to smooth it away from her teeth, he kisses the corner of that worried lip with extreme tenderness.

"No, my Love, never. Never. I am in awe of you- I'll grant you that… but never shocked. You are the sweetest gift to me, a chagair- the sweetest most wonderful and passionate gift I could ever have wished for."

Tears prickle in her eyes. "Well," she chokes out "I will have only you to blame for it if I truly do go mad with want one day- my sublime lover." And she holds him in her watery smiling and loving eyes. "Oh Charles- my lovely Charles," stroking the side of his face, "I have never felt anything like that- never…" as her eyes and heart fill to overflowing.

"Shh…Me too, love, me too- I was right there with you, you know I was- and I felt it all too. It's alright, my love." He brushes the tears away from her cheeks and stares deeply into her eyes "Tha mo ghion ort, a chagair… for everything you just gave me, for everything you let me give to you, pretty Elspeth- everything. " And he rolls them to their sides to wrap his arms and legs securely around her to envelop her closely in his warm bulk, stroking her back until she settles back from her overwhelmed state and her tears cease flowing.

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When he is sure she has settled, Charles makes to move.

"Elsie, Love" he says quietly, "I have to move."

"Why love?..Please don't…"

"I'm sorry, Els, I need to use the bathroom. Plus if I don't keep moving now I am sure to seize up completely and not be able to move for a whole week, like when I don't have a hot bath straight after a cricket match- I am going to go and run one for us now."

"I do hope you are not comparing our love making to a boring old test match, Charles!"

He smiles and kisses her on the temple. "My Love, if I had to choose, and could spend five days straight out on a green summer field with you…and actually survive to tell the tale… you know that I would give up cricket as a complete fools game in a heartbeat." Then he groans as he slides away from her arms and turns to sit up on the edge of the bed, and with a slightly pontificating tone he shoots back at her "But you know, …I have always liked those games where the sides are evenly matched," a wicked smile playing in his eyes.

Still exhausted, she slaps him somewhat listlessly on his bottom and smiles back at her silly and beautiful man. "I should hope you would not be telling anyone of such an event, Mr Carson! …Hmmm…"she smiles up at him, "But, do tell me, was it a win, lose or a draw for today's proceedings, Mr Carson?"

He lifts her hand to his lips and squeezes her fingers, eyes glinting with happy love for her. Giving a mock commentary, he replies, "Well, the day's play started with sunshine, a heady summer storm did threaten to overcome the players at one stage, but in the end, Carson, representing Yorkshire, dug deep and really could not fail to be on the winning team today." He grins happily down at his lovely, sated wife.

Curled up on the bed, her head still feeling a bit gaga from their exertions, she giggles heartily at his silliness. "Och, I don't know Mr Carson," her brogue purrs to him lazily, "perhaps we should just call it a draw."

He leans back down to brush her lips with a kiss, "Hmmm... That we could, Mrs Carson, that we could. I'll just go get you a cup of tea, now." And he pulls the covers up over her to keep her warm.

"Hmm…lovely."

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Having seen to himself in the bathroom and started running water into the large tub, Charles returns to their room and sorts a cup of tea from the breakfast trolley- knowing it is well and truly past its best, but there is no point in calling and waiting for it to be freshened up for them before they bathe.

He hands it to Elsie, along with a fresh croissant.

"Urgh! I can't say I think much of the Ritz Hotels attempts to make tea, Mr Carson. I do hope the Palm Court offers something a little more enticing"

"Hmm..Well.. I hardly think, in these circumstances, that we can really blame anyone for the quality of the service here, Mrs Carson- we did…shall we say…get a little distracted away from breakfast there for a while."

"Carried away, more like it! Hmm…" Elsie replies with a happy, hot glitter in her eyes.

Suddenly feeling young and vigorous at the sight of her knowing eyes, Charles takes the cup from her and quickly bends to steel a big bite from the croissant in her hand as he tosses back the covers and grabs her, sweeping her small frame easily off the bed and cradling her in his strong arms.

"Wah! Ooph!" she shouts out in surprise. "What are you about, Charles Carson, you daft man!" She giggles at him.

Speaking messily through his mouthful of food, he replies happily "Carrying you away, my love. Let's go and warm our old bones in the bath tub. I am rather looking forward to fulfilling a particular dream of mine."

"Mr Carson! Really!? Just how many dreams have you been having about married life prior to yesterday?"

"Probably more than I have days left to fulfil them, my darling, but I shall try," he smiles broadly as he plants a big warm crumbly kiss onto her bright and smiling lips.

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A/N 2: LOL. I was almost going to interrupt Charles and Elsie mid-foreplay with that breakfast delivery and have Charles bark out loudly something short and rude in frustration through the door to the poor unsuspecting maid- but I just couldn't do it to our poor old darlings!

Assume the delivery that woke Elsie is about 8:30am… They can still recover in a lazy bath and maybe a short nap afterwards before getting ready for high tea at 11:30am- I think- that equates to about 7-7 ½ hours of, only slightly, broken sleep for our heroes- just reasonable… I think!

A/N 3: These links can get you the audio for the Gaelic phrases I have included here.

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