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.

31. Chapter 31- Legerdemain

The Acquisition of Memories. Chapter 31- Legerdemain

A/N: The honeymoon continues…

Adult content and most assuredly NSFW.

Enjoy!

BorneToFlow ; )

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But is it really worth all the effort, Elsie? Surely, you could just make something up?"

"No! You went to the effort to give Trevor the Trout a proper lineage. Ha!... I just had a thought, Charles! Perhaps you could write a book called 'Trout's Peerage' in your retirement!"

Charles glances bemusedly towards his wife. "You know, …I am not entirely sure of your likeness to a lump of melting jelly anymore, Elsie. For I rather think you are much closer to being as nutty as one of Mrs Patmore Christmas fruit cakes!"

"Oh! Thank you very much- from the man who has kept a dead fish in his office for forty odd years! I think perhaps I should be the one contacting Bedlam Hospital for you!... Anyway, I think Trevor the Trout's first true love deserves some respect after all these years, don't you?" Charles can only look at his wife somewhat agog. "Well…It could be fun, Charles," she says with a little wiggle of excitement running through her. "We could make it a reason to go on another little holiday somewhere down the track, don't you think? - For I have never been to Somerset- if that is where this trail leads us. Maybe you will finally catch your Lady of the Stream in a county other than Yorkshire- make it a bit of an angling trip for you too."

That Elsie would latch onto this small and somewhat flippant piece of his past and find enjoyment in it for them to share astounds Charles. He shakes his head incredulously at her but smiles at the thought of traipsing about the nation with her and trying to name a salmon he has yet to catch. Retirement certainly needs not be such a dull prospect after all- not with Elsie by his side.

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legerdemain (n.)*

Early 15c., from Middle French léger de main "quick of hand," literally "light of hand."

Monday 31st May, 1926

Once they have finished breakfast, Charles wheels the trolley of dishes out into the floor lobby to be collected on the maids' rounds. He arranges through Jenson to have the room cleaning service occur whilst he and Elsie eat a late luncheon on the balcony of their room, and then he returns to their love rumpled bed. And such a decadence it is for both of them to stay all day lazing about, for never have either of them spent so long prone unless they have been quite ill and ordered to bedrest.

As much as Charles is not interested in learning about the outside world through the papers provided with their breakfast, Elsie requests that they avoid anything too heavy and depressing but at least try to relax into an uncommon, yet much needed, morning snooze by catching up on the latest serialised novels that the London Daily Mail and The Sphere have been publishing. They had both been keeping abreast of the latest fictions and engaged in many lively late night discussions over their shared sherry about what they think of various characters and what might be revealed next. Then they have debated the veracity of each other's claims that so-and-so must have done it, and exactly how, and why that person did it rather than any of the others. However, it still proves to be a delightfully new pleasure for them both, to read aloud to one another, for they have only engaged in sharing their reading pursuits in this decidedly more familial manner since their betrothal became official knowledge in the House and village beyond. Prior to that, it had always seemed less than appropriate for them to share literature late at night in this more intimate way when they were merely friends. However, with the new level of informality and physical closeness that they now share as a married couple in bed, Elsie unexpectedly finds that she must now kerb some of Charles' more distracting and, truth be told- decidedly irritating behaviours, as she reads the latest instalment of The Black Abbot* to him.

Elsie ends up threatening to desist from reading to him aloud ever again if Charles insists upon reading ahead silently and at a greater pace, only to humph and ooh and ah about text Elsie has yet to verbalise. He is particularly voluble about the similarities between the cunning Thomas the footman in the story and their own troubled Footman-come-Under-Butler, and Charles wonders whether the former is due to meet his comeuppance in this little crime thriller. And then, ironically, given Charles' current garrulous tendencies, he waxes lyrical about how inappropriately chatty the Butler is with the understaff about the Chelford family upstairs. He states in all seriousness, "quite the little gossip and complainer that Glover is, isn't he? It is little wonder that the whole of Fossaway Manor is in an uproar about these strange goings on. How does he expect to kerb the worst excesses of the staff if he will not set a standard- and indeed sets the very worst example- Huph! Denigrating the family in the middle of the servant's hall- I ask you!"

"Yesss, dear," Elsie draws out in somewhat bored reply, initially with a wry smile for her Carson being his usual intractable self, but then a little more impatiently when he will not drop the point about how unrealistic Wallace's whole description of what life in a great house is like. Soon she is thoroughly fed-up with Charles' various interruptions and takes a firmer stance with him so that she may actually be able to enjoy the story. Elsie finally convinces Charles that, as with their sitting room reading sessions prior to being married, he does not actually have to follow the text with his own eyes, nor consistently stick his big Gaul-like nose into the line of her vision, nor interrupt the flow of reading with comments she has already heard from him about this particular serial. After a minor amount of grumbling, he acquiesces to her demands and soon finds that he is, once more, quite enchanted by the soothing lilt of Elsie's voice as she reads steadily and with lovely inflection for him. This then drives his compulsion to be in even closer and more constant physical contact with her, leading him on more than one occasion to chase soft kisses underneath her chin in order to feel the vibration of her vocal chords beneath his tender lips. Which then leads him on an increasingly determined path across her décolletage and under the collar of Elsie's bathrobe to nibble and lick at her perfectly pale and smooth shoulders.

Elsie is wrapped up in the story by now, and as lovely as Charles' attentions are, she is determined to finish this particularly intriguing episode of Edgar Wallace's latest crime thriller, and so before long, she clips Charles briskly about the ear with the folded paper to pull him back into line.

He grumbles excessively this time, but eventually settles back on the pillows and contents himself with gazing lovingly up at his wife and stroking over her head with his fingers to slightly untangle her love mussed hair, delighting at the sheen of some of her silvery streaks glancing light between his fingers as it waterfalls over his hand. Her rolling cadences lull him, and he feels contented - full of food, and cosy and relaxed in a way that he has not experienced since before his mother passed away. Before long his hand feels too heavy to keep rhythmically lifting it through the weight of her locks and his palm drops onto the velveteen downiness her firm shoulder. Gravity and soothing lethargy do the rest of the work as he slides down into peaceful rest with his broad hand settled firmly upon the soft pillow of her stomach.

Now towards the end of the piece, Elsie's eyes are glazing. The slowing of Charles' stroking of her hair, coupled with the sounds of her own hushed voice calms her to the point of stumbling over half-remembered exchanges from her busy days at work rather than interpreting into speech the printed words in front of her. As she feels Charles slipping into a peaceful nap, she jolts awake enough to place the folded paper aside and snuggles down under the weight of his protective arm to reclaim a part of her lifetime's worth of lost hours of rest.

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Seemingly too soon, Charles is blinking his eyes open- fully rested at least, but not quite aware of where he is for a moment, yet feeling deeply secure with wherever he happens to be, anyway. Once his brain starts registering his surroundings more formally he sees Elsie's head resting peacefully on the pillow beside him, her fine features in tranquil profile. She looks much younger and smoother of skin than he can recall seeing her through these last many years of trials and dramas at the Abbey- not since before the war, he realises. Serene. A dreamy smile steals across his face as he realises that she too has changed so very much in these last forty-eight hours- and it truly does become her. He watches her quietly and focuses on the feeling of his hand rising and falling with the measure of her breathing below her ribs. Her hand rests atop his and her body heat permeates her gold wedding band, and infuses him with her incarnate love for him even as she sleeps. His new and almost unaccountable level of happiness overwhelms and tickles him to his core once more. Tingling playfulness overrides his almost equal desire to stay cocooned in this space of hallowed harmony with his wife.

My wife! His mind reels just at the thought of it. Charles still feels such a thrill that this turn of phrase is one he has actually lived long and well enough to be able to use in reference to himself at all. A joyous smile breaks over his face for his thoughts of her and of his freedom to now love her so devotedly and fully.

Ever so gently, Charles removes his hand from beneath the steady warm blanket of Elsie's own hand and reaches across her for their silver sixpence which still rests solid and real on the bedside table from when he deposited it there for safe keeping last night as he dived headlong into loving his wife with everything he is made of. Charles rolls and interleaves the coin across the top of his knuckles a couple of times, becoming more fluid with the movement he has not practised for many a year, but was really quite adept at from the few sleight of hand movements he incorporated into slapstick jokes he performed with Griggs half a century ago. Ever the astute observer, Charles had learned much from the small travelling magic acts and card flourishers that often traversed the same stages he danced across in his youth. He is quite pleased it has come back to him so easily. In fact, that fluttering excitement that has graced his hands so regularly since he asked Elsie to marry him, and most markedly of these last two days, only seems to aid his dexterity in picking up these old skills again. He runs through a few other slick vanishing coin tricks he last used when the young ladies of the house were quite young, and only then as a last resort to distract and settle them if they had come across him when they were particularly upset.

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And, although Charles has no mind for any of this in this moment of quiet preparation for loving his Elsie once again, the truth is he had always begged off using these old stage skills too often with the young ladies, using the classic conjuror's foil of flawless misdirection to convince them that the magic only ever occurred when absolutely needed- to remind someone that all was not so bad with the world. And Charles, not being the world's absolute worst liar - at least not when it may be necessary for a far greater good, managed to convince them that he himself was no more in control the magic than they were. But, his coup de maîtré** of subterfuge was in making them believe that the wonder could only ever occur in the presence of children who are filled with the promise of the world and who could find ways to be happy again and be polite and behave in a proper and kind manner towards others. And, of course, it almost went without saying that other adults must never know of it, or else, all the cares and worries that those grown-ups sometimes have to carry would scare the magic away. So, apart from the odd occasions when the young ladies were upset or misbehaving enough to require this form of redirection, and that Charles was actually free enough to indulge them privately, he managed to keep any hint his dubious past on the halls concealed until Griggs had tracked him down.

Sadly, young Lady Mary was always too quick a wit to be fooled by his stories and sleight of hand movements for very long and she soon was asking him to teach her how it all worked. 'Mores the pity', Charles has sometimes thought- for, Lady Mary, to a far greater degree than Lady Edith or Lady Sybil, has always had a more obvious need to learn the patience and kindness and politeness towards others that Charles had tried to imbue his nascent fatherly-like lessons with. He has never fully fathomed why this lesson has proved so difficult for his Guinea-a-Minute favourite to learn and live by. Perhaps she had always wanted to hold all of the coins to begin with and yet never realised that, in life- no matter what their station or status –no one person ever really can- not even the inimitable Lady Mary Crawley.

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Roll. Flick. Cover. Flourish. Reveal.

Pause.

As Elsie sleeps, Charles kneels up carefully beside her. He rolls their silver sixpence across the back of his hand once more, then flicks it to conceal it in his palm between his thumb and forefinger, he cups his hands slightly away from her and skims the edges of each up her body towards her face- a feathers breadth away from her pale soft breast that has become slightly exposed as her robe has rucked up in her slumber. The backs of his hands steal fluidly towards her face, covering the treasure of their love. But not for long.

Now! Charles thinks joyously. Finally, this long buried and rather pointless skill is set to thrill my single greatest, my most appreciative audience. For, his idea from earlier that day on how he might more creatively love his wife in the manner in which she seems to respond best has now happily coalesced with his increased capacity to act upon it. The vision stands clear and poised in the wings of his mind. Charles feels rippling excitement course through him, but he holds- perfectly still- Poised- before making a slow, silent and mesmerising entrance, ready to dance and sing his love across Elsie's skin once more.

In a silent curlicue, he swirls his hands above her restful face. She stirs, perhaps detecting his scent, perhaps feeling a whisper of air wave across her skin. She blinks blearily awake and a beauteous smile rises dreamily over her face as the strange apparition of Charles wearing an intent yet quirky expression on his face materialises before her eyes. Charles watches the enchantment in her eyes and revels in the fact that it is for him alone- and that he really has no need to perform for her at all, or to act any differently or be anything other than who he is in order to please her. Still, there are nuances to him- the secrets of who he is- that he wants to reveal – and only to her. He wants her to know who he has been and how all of it in some way drives him to love her as he does now. With a sudden flourish of movement, he presents and displays his seemingly empty hands to her, then firmly clicks his free thumb and forefinger. Her eyes startle wider at the sound so close to her face, and then her eyelids flicker with hazy confusion at him as he slows and silently dances his hands in front of her face to draw the coin from its secret hiding place. Elsie stares in sleep-dazed wonder when, as if from thin air, Charles fluidly reveals their sixpence before her very eyes.

Pause.

In the pause.

In that silent wonder- their whole love appears.

Her heart bubbles up with giddy joy for him. My man.

"What on Earth are you doing, Charles?" Elsie is powerless to prevent the giggle escaping her lips and at the sight of Charles maintaining his intense, almost dark and hooded gaze upon her. Her smile broadens. My lovely man- still full of surprises!

His rich voice booms out as he lightly straddles the top of Elsie's legs in order to face her fully. "For the moment, Charles is but a member of the chorus- waiting in the wings, My Love, for it is I!" he flings his arms out expansively to present himself to her "Carson the Magnificent!- who has come to weave his special magic upon the body of his beautiful and faithful assistant, Elsie, this very…very fine morning." And throughout it all, Charles performs another swift display of coin vanishing trickery- across his knuckles, into his palm.

Roll. Flick. Cover. Flourish. Reveal.

He draws the missing coin from behind her left ear.

Pause.

Elsie is almost immediately wiggling with excitement, and she fairly hoots with child-like glee at what may be in store for her. By God – this life is such sweet pleasure! Her imagination runs wild, and her breathing slows and deepens to a light panting of anticipation as she joins in with Charles's fun.

"Well, well… Carson the Magnificent," she breathes out, "as your faithful assistant, perhaps you might care to explain some of your methods as we proceed- that I may better… aid your performance."

Maintaining a majestic stage-like presence that has served him in his work both on and off the stage, Charles continues his patter along with the roll, flick, cover, flourish and reveal of the coin from another area of her body- this time from the crook of her elbow.

"Oh, that was always to be part of the act, you will find, lovely Elsie, for I intend to tell you all of the ways that I may bring you into rapturous appl-… well… bring you into raptures at the very least," he grins puckishly. And he runs the coin on edge up over her exposed shoulder, her neckline, along her jaw to her chin before drawing the coin over the bumps and dips of her reddened lips that sit slightly ajar in stilled wonder at her man. He traces a path up over her nose and finishes his opening patter as he brings the coin to rest flat at the centre of her brow- causing her eyes to cross ever so slightly and in the most endearing fashion as she tries to focus on it. "Prepare to be amazed! -Oh pretty Elspeth," he announces boldly, "as I bring you to the dizzying heights of purest ecstasy through the power of my voice and the magic imbued within this small silver coin alone." Then his voice drops to an unfathomably low and sultry timber as he moves to hover on all fours above her and he bends to speak with mesmerising secrecy right into her ear. "And not once will any part of my person touch upon the clearest, … sweetessst, and most obvious path to your bliss that we have both yet found," and with that assurance, he licks the pointed tip of his tongue excruciatingly slowly around the peaked tragus of her ear, "my dear…. dear, Mrs Carson" he finishes in the lowest whisper she has ever heard rumble past his lips.

Dear God! What this man can do to me! Elsie squeezes her legs tightly together as her instant desire threatens to overwhelm her and see her throwing her arms around Charles to draw him hard and long onto her body. She releases a tiny mewling sound from the back of her throat in anticipation. Elsie is wide-eyed with joyful want for the treats she knows are in store for her when she places herself within Charles's steady and loving hands, which are guided so dexterously by his incredibly fertile imagination. She holds herself completely still in desperate restraint and sweet expectancy- for she knows her man far better now and has experienced exactly what he is capable of in his precise devotions to her yearnings. He kisses lightly from her ear and across her brow to retrieve the coin from the centre of her forehead between his pursed lips, and then he runs its edge on the remaining short path towards her other ear. And now, Elsie really has no doubt that he will achieve what he is setting out to do for her- and probably a lot faster than even he imagined would be possible.

She manages to gasp out, "You seem mightily sure of yourself, oh Magnificent Carson."

In her heightened and distracted state, Charles easily secretes the coin from his lips into his other hand. She turns her head slightly to see him reveal and start rolling the coin across the top of his knuckles and back again near her head on the pillow. But then he nuzzles her head to the side once more in order to lick a fine line around the auricle of this ear as he murmurs, "That's 'Carson the Magnificent' thank you very much," as he continues to nibble around her ear, making her hum like a bee around flowers in the thick mid-morning light, "and it is not so much that I am sure of myself, oh lovely Elsie …as it is a fact that I am absolutely sure of you, my sweetest love…hmm… and sure of the many…many ways you seem to be able to find and to show your …hmmm" as he captures her soft earlobe between his lips and briefly nips at it, feeling the minute downy hairs of it tickling his lips as she groans once more for him "…your keenessst delight. Els-ssiee." His steamy breath in her ear sends a shiver down the entire length of her body when he draws her name out that way.

Elsie moans her agreement, and her muscles clench low and tight as a fist around her building heat. "Well…" she breathes out- feeling most decidedly hot and bothered now, "do tell me the secrets of your mysterious art, oh Carson the Magnificent".

And with that, Charles draws himself up and kneels above her legs once more- his hair all askew and his bathrobe falling open across his broad chest. He is utterly charming, and he has Elsie completely engaged in the allure of his high-spirited love. She reaches up to twirl his rakish silver forelock around her fingers, and she cannot hold her joy in any longer. Elsie giggles with youthful exuberance for her man- her most astoundingly creative, and now quite magical, poet-lover.

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With the flourish of two sharp tweaks with either hand, Charles straightens down the sides of his robe.

Roll. Flick. Cover. Flourish. Reveal.

The coin is drawn from out of his hair that he has just smoothed back into some semblance of his usual impressive and clipped level of personal grooming.

Roll. Flick. Cover. Flourish. Reveal.

The coin rests at the tie of Elsie's lightly secured robe.

He rolls the lengths of the ties around his forefingers then briskly flicks and snaps the slip knot open with such speed that the coin flips up into the air and he catches it with one hand before it falls. Elsie is delighted, and she feels giddy with glee. My very own personal magic show! Charles is, understandably, quite chuffed that this last move worked at all as he had imagined that it might in the brief moments before he actually tried it, and also for the fact that he is still fleet enough of hand to even catch the coin! A huge grin spreads across his face, initially for his grand success, but soon after for the delightful vision of Elsie lying exposed before him- pink and flushed with happy desire- and her eyes shining with quite some amusement at his playful boyish pride.

With a flourish, he rolls the coin across his knuckles and back once more. Elsie allows herself to be mesmerised by it all- for she knows there is really not much mystery to the various tricks and illusions Charles is enacting with their coin- especially given his ability to hide a whole cricket ball in his oversized hands if he should choose to. However, she is more than captivated by his charismatic attentions to her and his obvious cheerfulness at being able to please her in such an unusual way. And so, Elsie foregoes consciously trying to work out how he manages such feats with their precious six-pence.

Charles deep, stage quality voice resounds once more, "And where would the lovely Elsie predict our precious coin will appear next upon her very person?" and he cocks a questioning eyebrow her way. Elsie is too excited to answer and just motions her currently clueless state with a shoulder shrug and a slight movement of her head. She chews at her bottom lip in an entirely new way for Charles, as this time it is her broad smile that fights against this commonplace restriction of hers. I don't care, her eyes tell him, Anywhere—Absolutely anywhere is wonderful!

Carson the Magnificent continues his sonorous announcements to his adoring audience, "Will it appear on top of one of her delightfully full and blushed breasts?" and he presents the coin briefly between two fingers on its rolling path over his knuckles, then drops it into a hold with his curled index finger and rolls it on edge up along her cleavage as his finger unfurls to its full length over the top of the narrow warmed metal – so beguilingly close to that most perfect of all resting places. Then he recaptures the coin between two knuckles and trails it up further. Slower. Dragging it across to his intended destination. Much lower he intones "or will it alight upon one of her strong, smooth shoulders that respond so well to tiny nibbles and kisses from her most smitten husband's hungry mouth?" he finishes in a lustful whisper, and Elsie wriggles beneath his tender restriction of her movements and moans her willingness for just that to be the case. And in her distracted state, Charles continues with the roll and flick, cover, flourish and reveal of their coin, as he barrels onwards with the show "OR!-" he booms out, "will it be found hidden in her…. NAVEL!" And he scoots backwards suddenly and dives his head towards her belly- turning her heightened desire in a single instant to a hearty guffaw at all of his silliness. With his teeth, he retrieves the coin he actually did deposit in there when Elsie was distracted by her excitement and his deft flourish of hand movements above her. Charles quickly grasps the coin back in his hand again while Elsie has her head thrown back as she chuckles then he returns to act most ridiculously like a ravenous beast- growling and lavishing fast and hungry, wet kisses and light nips across her whole belly until she is breathless and laughing quite uncontrollably. And by now Charles is smiling against her tummy for her happiness and is fast becoming quite enchanted by this whole magical display of hers too. Initially, because of Elsie's bright and youthful laughter, but soon after, it is because, from his position gazing up over the planes of her stomach, he can see the jiggling weight of her breasts. Oh! Sweet happiness! Charles thinks. Their free movement weaves its own special enchantment over him, and he is drawn, almost hypnotically, towards them.

Shuffling up into his kneeling position once more, Charles runs the coin up Elsie's still undulating belly as she pants to catch her breath. The hard, fine metal tickles her, but in a decidedly different manner, as the inexorability of its path towards her breast becomes clear, and the dark and lustful look in Charles' eyes draws a delighted gasp from her mouth.

"Oh..Yess...Charrlles" she purrs to him.

Charles' hands start weaving their magic above her.

Roll. Flick. Cover.

The backs of his fingers brush like feathers over her nipples, then he turns to rub them each lightly in the centres of his palms - steadily broadening the circular motion out to the edges of his hands with gradually increasing pressure, bringing them into tight and tingling peaks while Elsie moans her approval and arches slightly towards him.

Delightful.

Flourish.

The coin is shifted from where it hides in the grooved space of his thumb webbing as he squeezes harder into her soft plumpness and she takes in a sharp breath. He has all of her rapt attention.

Reveal.

He pushes the penny up between his index and middle fingers.

Roll.

He moves the coin rhythmically across the knuckles of that hand, and her eyes are drawn into following its mesmerising path. The sleight is all too easy as he takes her by surprise again and makes her gasp with delight as he dives to her other breast and his tongue takes over from that hand, first circling out wide in long loving strokes over her pale soft and pillowy skin before drawing closer in ever diminishing circles. Relentlessly closer. Closer- nearer to her stiffened nipple.

"Mohr! Oh! Charles..yesss…" And her hips start to undulate slowly in that fascinating dance of her desire for him.

But he resists his own keenest desire- and does not take that dusky pink and perfect bud into his mouth- not just yet- for Charles knows the worth of keeping an audience in some suspense. And so he circles his way out over her breast again even as he maintains that roll of the coin across his hand that rests heavily over her other breast- no longer squeezing into her- just fluttering sprightly sensation over the top of Elsie's most intense cravings.

"Hgrrh…" Elsie rumbles her frustration low in her throat- but part of her cannot help the small tweak of a knowing smile gracing her lips- as she discerns what her man is up to and can only marvel at his extreme levels of self-control. Thank God for his life lived in the quiet attendance of others! For Elsie most surely knows that she is reaping the benefits of his strict training now.

Roll. Flick. Cover.

The coin disappears as he runs his hands up Elsie's arms and pushes the robe completely off her shoulders and then guides her arms out if its loose sleeves, leaving them draped over the pillow above her head. Carson the Magnificent pauses while Charles the man peeks out from the wings to gaze longingly and lovingly upon Elsie's elongated form as this position exposes all of her lithe and muscular strength that lies beneath the softness of her curves. Stunning.

"What's next Carson…" she breathes out eagerly, "Tell me what happens next."

Snapping immediately back into character his voice resounds "You want Me! Carson the Magnificent!- to reveal ALL of the secrets of my craft?" Elsie nods vigorously with bright wide eyes. "We-ell…I am not sure that would serve my best interests in the longer term, my lovely assistant, … but perhaps …later … I will slowly" he bends over her to kiss softly in between his next words- once to one collarbone, and then into the hollow of her neck and finally across to the other collarbone "…very…very…slowly…describe some of the finer…most secret delights I have discovered upon my fair Lady Elsie's body these last days.. Hmm?" he raises a questioning eyebrow above his knowing and lust fuelled eyes. Elsie's legs hitch together to hold tight to her burgeoning hot need and succeeds in adding a painfully delicious friction to the heady mixture of sensations she is trying to contain.

"Oh yes, Charles… pleasse do..." and her smile just sparkles with life for him and what she knows he will do for her- with his voice... with his touch… with all of his love. In time…all in his own good time. She is ecstatic and fairly writhing in her expectancy.

In a flash, Carson moves. With a quick spin onto one knee, he lifts away from Elsie and plants a foot on the ground near the bed. With his back to her, he pulls the tie on his own robe open and silently fishes the single yellow rose from the gowns pocket that he had carefully secreted there from there breakfast trolley earlier. Now with both feet planted firmly on the ground, he rises to his full proud height.

Roll. Flick. Cover.

The rose and the coin stay hidden from Elsie's view.

Flourish.

In a single deft movement he swings his magnificently naked body around to face her as he swoops the white robe from his shoulders, spins it out wide above his head like a some sort oversized angel matador and the heady air around them slows the gown's floating path out over Elsie's supine form as he gently shrouds her in the next stage of this mysterious ritual to her pleasure. Elsie gasps and giggles in sweet surprise once more, her hands fluttering and almost clapping in the thrill of her excitement - for as much as she knows where all of this will end- she has so far been at a loss as to work out what Charles' next move may be, or the exact path he will take to get them to their desired destination. She senses he is ad-libbing more and more of this performance as he goes along but she is utterly enchanted by it all. My man! My beautiful sparkling man. All of this! Just for me!

Reveal.

His hand weaves before her eyes again. Empty. Then all at once full with the symbol of their love.

Roll.

He rests the penny atop his thumbnail wedged just beneath his curled index finger.

Flick.

The coin spins high into the air, and from beneath the edge of Elsie's new white shroud, his right-hand swings up to catch it in mid-air.

Cover.

Flourish.

His hands knit another spell before her eyes.

The coin vanishes.

And a single yellow rose appears in its place.

Elsie's smile and her eyes grow wide with astonishment.

"A rose…of happiness, and joy- For the lovely Elsie," his dulcet tones enthral her.

With a slick twist of his fingers, he twirls the soft velvet petals across that nipple that still aches for his kiss. Elsie squeaks in delight, then moans long and low as he circles the flower outwards in an expanding bloom across her reddened breast. Then he draws it in a long line over the hollow of her neck, her chin, kisses it to her lips, strokes it softly over her high cheekbone and then across her brow to place its stem behind her ear to properly adorn her tresses that lay splayed out upon the pillow around her glowing face. Her arms are still stretched long above her head whilst underneath the covers of his robe, her body stretches out, completely open to all that her man has to give.

Roll.

The coin reappears- cartwheeling expertly across his knuckles.

"Mohr…Oh please more…show me more…"

"Oh indeed, lovely Elsie. For Carson the Magnificent has much…much more that he can reveal.

Flick. Cover. Flourish.

And with that he grasps the edges of her own robe spread out beneath her as he jumps heavily onto the edge of the bed with both knees, bouncing her whole frame up slightly as he whips the fluffy drape out from under her.

Reveal.

The momentum flips her onto her front and Elsie squeals in shock before she crumples into a fit of joyful laughter at his outrageous trickery from underneath the cover of his oversized robe.

"Charles Carson- you silly devil."

"Carson the Magnificent balks at the name 'Silly'… he bellows out., and then finishes more comically "although the Devil part is still yet to be disproved…" and he cannot help but grin impishly back at Elsie's face turned towards him- tears of happiness in her radiant eyes and looking oh, so small underneath that huge ball of cuddly fluffiness. Adorable!

Roll.

Flick.

Cover.

Flourish.

He sweeps his robe off her body – swinging it once more in an outlandish manoeuvre around his head and shoulders a couple of times before tossing it aside like a summer cloud caught upon a swift breeze, letting it fall and slide across the parquetry area of their suite in a swirl of reckless abandon.

Reveal.

Elsie is still giggling whole-heartedly as Charles the man steps out from the wings and moans his approval at the magical sight laid out before him. Elsie is blushed pink with warmth and merriment, striving to catch her breath. She has raised herself up onto her elbows to gaze back upon her most delightful and surprising lover. Charles sees her full reddened breasts, nipples still stiffened with excitement, despite their most recent jovial turn in the bed, and they hang full and flushed towards the sheets. The draw that this sweet delight has on his wanting tongue is a painful thirst that he knows he must quench soon. It will be best to draw all these theatrics to a close, he thinks.

He straddles the backs of her thighs.

His knees.

Her hips.

Roll.

She feels him close to the sweetest of finales. Wants him closer still.

Flick.

He flips the coin into the air again, catches it in his palm.

Cover.

He turns it down onto the small indent at the base of her spine and just above all that wonderful flesh that he longs to fondle and squeeze.

Flourish.

His broad hands now clasp both of her soft and delightfully plump cheeks, and he swirls his fingertips outwards to tickle along the sides of her hips.

Reveal.

He laughs once out loud and makes the decidedly gratified declaration, "Would you believe it? Its 'tails,' lovely Elsie!"

And they cannot help but chuckle together like silly children at this news.

But once again, he turns their loving on the very edge of a coin- from light-hearted jollity to sinuous, tense and stringing want.

Charles bends forward to take the coin between his pursed lips once more then slowly draws it up the length of Elsie's spine, bumping and scraping lightly over every ridge and dip and soon eliciting that lovely moaning sound from her lips as her hips press down into the mattress, creating a delightful pressure on her womanhood as her back arches reflexively to shy away from the ticklish sensation running up her sensitive spine. Elsie's head drops down onto one of her forearms, and her other hand reaches to clasp onto the clear stemmed yellow rose that has fallen from her hair onto the white pillow.

"Oh..Charrles Charrles," she purrs,"tell me what's next. Talk to me, my Charles. Tell me how you like to love me."

And at her command, the coin drops from his mouth into his hand. Carson the Magnificent disappears, and Charles, the man - her man - steps to centre stage.

"Oh, Elsie,… my very lovely Elsie..." he groans out in a guttural rumble as he drops his full weight down across her back, making her gasp once more and squirm and grind her hips back up against his arousal that now sits so perfectly in the cleft of her buttocks as his heavy thighs press solidly into the backs of hers and his foot runs down her calf as he lengthens out fully over her. His hands run up her sides, brushing past the plum curves of her breasts that press out slightly from underneath her. His palms press firmly over the lengths of her arms above her head. With one last roll and flick of their little six-pence, he brings it to rest on the back of her left hand and covers it with his great big palm. Their fingers instinctively interleave and curl into each other- their grip tightening along with their growing arousal.

"Mohr…" she moans for him. "Oh…My Charles," she whispers lustfully, "Tell me everything you love. Let me hear you, my man. Let me feel you."

Charles groans heavily with want into her neckline and starts kissing and nipping into the long sinewy muscles there. She loves the solid weight of him covering her. It does not hurt. It feels primal. Safe. His skin is so hot. She loves that he is burning so brightly- just for her. His breath is close and humid and his voice a lustful low thunder in her ears- like it is from somewhere miles away- as if it has travelled a long way through the depths of a dark, dark night, and yet he is so very, very close to her right now.

Enchanting!

"Elsie, you are so…so beautiful. I love your laughter. I love how lively you are. So full of life. I love how excited you get. I love you. I love you so very, very much. I love to see you stretched out so lithe and strong before me—all peach blushed and eager. I love it when you writhe in ecstasy for me- For Us. All curves and stormy softness. So free Elsie–love. So beautifully free. Majestic and beautiful you are. My Elsie. My lady." He finishes with a sultry chanting whisper of her name as he moves and rubs himself over her. "Elsie…Els-ssie…" Like a heady carnal prayer.

He lavishes every patch of her neck and ears that he can reach with searing kisses until she is panting in her want and her hips are rhythmically rolling into the bed and up again into his hardness to try and find the friction she is after from him, and yet knowing he will not cave into giving it to her. No,… not this time. And such sweet, sweet torture it all is!

He slowly lifts his weight off her and gently motions for her to roll onto her back once more, before straddling her legs on his knees again. With his unashamed lust shining brightly, his dark eyes roam over her body as he takes in the full spectacle of his Elsie- naked and limber and lovingly exposed before him. Such trust. Such Love. So very lovely! He licks hungrily along his bottom lip. God! I want to see her soar!- Right here- in front of me. Please God, please let me have that.

"Don't stop talking Charles. Don't stop," Elsie breathes hotly- reaching out for him- running her hands heavily up and down his thighs.

"Well then, let's take it from the top, shall we?" And he smiles that little quirky close-lipped smile that makes Elsie just want to kiss him rapidly all over his silly big head- so absolutely adorable it is –Cheeky, she realises- he is absolutely cheeky- the big silly rascal! And she especially loves that smile when it is so incongruously mismatched with the dark lustful intent of his eyes. Elsie realises she is quite wild for his eyes and his smiles as well as his voice. My man. And she sighs out as she reaches up to lovingly ruffle his hair, then smooths it back from his face- just because she can, and because it just feels so good and free to rumple up and love this magnificent old Carson in this way.

Elsie giggles for the sheer love of him again and his smile just gets bigger. She cannot help herself- the mix of joviality and searing desire is all somewhat bizarre and entirely intoxicating. Elsie suddenly moves her palms from his head down to his big belly and peals out a quick drum-roll across it for him to continue with his grand finale on her own body. She laughs uncontrollably again at the briefly shocked look on his face and then at his own loud and bubbling roll of laughter for their youthful fun and games- just before his lustful resolve overtakes them both and he dives down onto her neck again to suck heavily at her supple skin, instantly making her moan with hot desire again.

"Mooohr! …Oh ….Talk to me, Charles. I love your voice, my man" Elsie breathes out heavily as she squeezes her legs tighter again so that the energy that is writhing through her whole body all drives towards her hot core and is suspended there by the invisible threads of their shared lust.

"I can give you that, lovely Elsie." He moans out as he lifts up slightly on his elbows above her. He keeps his tones very low, and the pace of the whole show slows now. The grander theatrics are now dispensed with and the poetry he feels for her taking over. "I can tell you all the wonders that I see, pretty Elspeth."

Charles has had their six-pence hidden again in his large hand.

Roll.

Flick.

Cover.

He places it into the palm of her left hand that lies open and resting near her head. They hear the light click of metal on metal as it slides home to her safe keeping. Charles wants to hold it there with her as she fully takes flight. He wants to hold on and be right there with her- by her side- the whole way. He will not let go. He lays his right palm open onto hers and then he locks their hands together with the intertwining of their fingers.

No flourish.

No spectacular reveal.

Just them.

oOOo

"Oh, I will tell you of such wonders I have seen and touched and tasted in my exotic travels over your body, my lovely Elsie." He ducks his head towards her neck again and breathes steamily into her neck. "Of your high peaked cheekbones that blush so prettily when we are out eating in public, and you know that I am actually thinking of you naked in our bed. I see the heat rising up from your delightfully supple neck, and I imagine my tongue as it is now," and he kisses long and hot onto her, "hmmm… chasing that prickling heat all the way up under your ears." And as he speaks his kisses follow the path of the lovemaking story he is weaving upon her skin- increasing the height of her every sensation and desire for what will be arriving a mere split second later. In that gap of blissful anticipation, she moans all of her want and approval for just these things to occur- and he does not disappoint her.

The story unfolds. He nibbles at her sensitive earlobes again. And tells her of its tiny wonders. "And I have felt the finest downy softness of your earlobes dance over my slightly opened lips and heard you sing your heated song for me, Elsie." And he moans himself now as he recalls exactly what it all reminds him of. "And Elsie, I have discovered it to be as delicate and as sensitive as the light skin that I have kissed and then fondled with my fingertips- just at the top of your thighs when I am so …mmmm….soo …very close to all of your...oooh... lush womanliness" and he whispers impossibly lower and deeper into her ear, "so close that I can actually smell your heat and sweetness in the air around me."

"Yesss…Mmmm, ohh… Charles yess…" Elsie moans quietly for him.

"And when I draw that little lobe it into my mouth…" which is exactly what he does, "and I lick it lightly with the very tip…" he clips the word out high and then slows down, "…of my tongue," she gasps at the sweet feeling as it drives another spark of heat low within her. And his lustful and rumbling voice is making her heart thud hard within her chest. His way with words enchants her as much as any of his swift hand tricks with their coin did before- even more so."...Oh, Elsie.. it feels as silky and as plump as your …your luscious… red… lips…" Charles sucks her earlobe, hot and wet, one more time into his mouth as Elsie's hips move and grind sinuously beneath the weight of him on top of her. "… Your delightfully full and red lips… that when you are out with me… and you nibble at that little part of your bottom lip between your teeth… sucking at it lightly…" And at his mention of it, she cannot help but hold onto that part of her lip with her teeth as she tries to stifle an even louder groan and stop herself from rolling him off her so that she can get at him and ravish all of his skin herself… but she won't, for it is even more exquisite to wait for him to come to her in this moment – so she bites hard into that lip that he so loves. "Mmmm.. Els… I actually have to restrain myself from leaning over the table and capturing that poor, tortured little patch of pink velvet silk in my own mouth and caressing it … juusst like this…" and he moves to her mouth to show her just how he can soothe it with his kisses and his tongue. And soon they are groaning their hot need into each other's mouths.

"Tell me more Charles," she gasps out into his mouth. "Tell me more. Oh God, please tell me more."

Charles moves again, to finally kiss across those delightfully defined high cheekbones of hers and up to her eyes that have blinked shut at his close approach and in sweet suspense for his next words and deeds. He brushes his closed lips over her eyelids. She can feel his soft breath like a hot summer breeze across her lashes. Calm.

"And your eyes, my sweet,… they are so blue and changeable that I am endlessly enthralled by the visions I see in them. Sometimes they are dark and deep blue as the ocean with your desire… sometimes they are flashing forth with your ire- all passionate and intelligent and sparky and fierce… I love your eyes my Elsie-love- that show all of your strength and softness and everything I love about you… But mostly I love them bright blue in the sunlight- when they reflect all of the light of you- all of the love that you have… and I remember their brightness on our day at the beach … so very clearly- every time I see them flash that certain colour- I remember that day, Elsie" he keeps whispering to her,"…that day when you were so …happy and looked so …very young again… even though you said, we were getting on… you were young for me… because your smile was so bright and wide and free…" and he huffs a small laugh "… and you were still ribbing me, even as … you took my hand and held me like you never had before… and …and it…it filled me with such hope… that day, Elsie-love…hope for something more…" He stops his speech now and his slow rubbing of his lips across her eyelids, and she flutters them open for him, and he gazes right into their depths and says even more quietly and with clear conviction, "I love your eyes, my Elsie… I love it when you smile… the light of all my world that truly matters shines when you shine your happiness through them. You can rib me until the very end of our days if I can only see the smile in your eyes when you do." And she cannot help but smile the brightest of her smiles when she hears him say that, and she reaches her free hand to his face and closes the gap between their lips once more.

"Oh, Charles. My dear, sweet man," she whispers heavily into his mouth… I only feel so happy when I am with you… My love. You make me soh very happy, Charles- more than I have ever been."

"And I will make you happier if I can… that's all I want in life…Elsie, to see you so happy…and to hold you close to me when you can't be… that is all. Let me love all of you…"

"Then tell me, Charles," she breathes heavily into his mouth again. "Let me hear your voice."

Charles kisses her deeply again before moving off to tell her the other wonders of her body, and he kisses softly along her jawline and back down her neck to her collarbones and shoulders, and all the while her left-hand holds his right, and their lucky six-pence stays freshly minted between them.

oOOo

Elsie… my sweet Elsie… I love to run my lips across your collarbones and hear you moan my name… but... I love them mostly because they lead me to two of my favourite destinations on your beautiful body… Well,… make that four, really." And he smiles at this against her skin as he brushes kisses up one of those fine-boned ridges towards her shoulder. Charles continues dotting sweet small kisses all across her skin, throughout all the words he speaks out low and deep to his Elsie. "Hmmm…Firstly… they bring me to your shoulders that are so pale and smooth- like marble- and just as strong… For, I know the things you have carried upon your shoulders, and when I see them they make me feel so proud for you... for the strong woman that you are Elspeth Hughes… and that makes me feel so immensely proud- that a strong woman like you sees me as good enough to be with you. And…and they are so warm… Elsie, and that is your strength. They are not cold like marble at all… so warm…so warm…" and he brushes his lips in a circle over them. "And they are soft beneath my lips, and I love that they seem to fit into the cup of my palms and that I can rub them and soothe them if you need me to ... and I just love that I can finally do that if you need me to… but mainly I love how I can nip them lightly with my teeth… and imagine them as the sweetest peach from a tree- that texture…as they give a little against my teeth…and it just makes you moan for me again… God, how I love it when you call for me, Elsie."

And she is calling for him… for he has been nipping and licking at her shoulder in between his words all of this time and making her writhe beneath him in her want.

"Mohr… Yess, Charles … Oh, I love it too. Show me more... Tell me more."

And his words and the feel of Elsie's skin and its many various wonders under his mouth make him yearn hotly for her. He did not think he could possibly be physically ready for her so soon this morning after the love she made to him earlier, but he is rested, and…and she just thrills him so. She fills all of his senses so thoroughly right now with all of the promise of being surrounded completely by her once more, when she is ready for him again. It is entirely arousing, and he cannot help but rub himself against her lush hip as he lies long against her side, one of his legs draped across the top of hers.

And then he moves his mouth back down her collarbone and raises himself a little to trace across to the other side and lavish her other perfect shoulder with his nips and kisses so that she moans out his name in that incredibly enticing tone of hers all over again. And then he makes his way up to her ear... because he has an idea, that he can get his Elsie to soar for him without quite touching her there- if he can only tell her clearly what her full womanhood is like to kiss and touch... or if he can tell her what it feels like when he is enveloped and held so deeply by her, even if right now, she is not able. He hopes she will not be shocked by his words… for he knows that she may never have considered how beautiful this part of her body actually is… and he really thinks that she ought to know. But deep down, he thinks that maybe she won't really be shocked or upset, for no one but they need ever know the words they speak to each other when they are together alone.

"Charles, tell me," she moans out to him hotly. "Tell me the other favourite places- kiss me there too… oh please, Charles… please." She does want to hear it!

"Oh, I will, my love… I will… and I cannot wait to kiss and lick and fondle them both again… your delightful breasts, Elsie. Hmmm…you have no idea how much I love to cup them in my hands and feel their weight and squeeze them lightly and then firmly afterwards, and run my fingertips all over them as I rub your nipples in my palms and… then… I can place soft kisses all over their plump softness." And he is getting so excited by this very notion that he is pressing ever harder into Elsie's hip and she is so overjoyed at his reaction to even the thought of touching her that way that she reaches for him with her free hand and starts to squeeze his hot hardness, and he moves with her fine strong fingers that are driving him mad with delight, and he just cannot stop his hips rolling back and forth into her steady grip. He groans out low and long.

"Oh, Elsie… that' is soo good."

"Kiss me there Charles, kiss me."

But from somewhere within all this foggy lust he hears her, and with superhuman effort, he actually refuses and moves Elsie's hand off of him for the moment.

"Oh no, Els- ssie, Els… not yet… because …oohhh…" he groans hard for her "… because I just wouldn't be able to stop licking and kissing your sweet little nipples that …hmmm…oh God, Elsie… they tighten beneath my tongue and get all hard and so perfect that I don't even have the words anymore Elsie- Els…"

"Yesss!... a chagair " she hisses her pleasure out long to him. "You do, Charles…you dooo," and she sighs out heavily to encourage him because she cannot get enough of his voice and hearing how he feels his pleasure for her.

And now his words are tumbling out hot and fast. "Oh, Elsie…dear God… and… and…when one of them just totally overwhelms my mouth until I cannot take anymore of how beautiful it all is to feel that perfect little hard and delicately ridged bud on my lips and tongue…Oh god, Els…then I have the other one that I can move over to and bury my face into all of your pink soft breast, and I can grab onto that other little piece of your pleasure between my lips that … ohh… Elsie… it reminds me of … when …when …"

Elsie is writhing and panting uncontrollably at his description of her and in her desperate want for him to carry out all of those actions on her right now. And her movements against his arousal just make him rub even more vigorously against her voluptuous hip.

"Please Charles… tell me … show me… oh… please, please touch me."

"Haaagh… Els…Els…your nipples…it is just like when…when I am kissing you in your beautiful hot…" he worries briefly that his next word will shock her terribly for its coarseness, but in this delirious moment, he knows nothing else that he can possibly call it, "your… hmmm…oh God…Els…your hot quim," he breathes it out heatedly into her ear, and he feels such stammering pleasurable relief when her acceptance of it all shows in the full length sparking and shudder of all of her nerve endings along the length of his own hot body next to hers. And she groans that throaty, guttural Gaelic sound that drives him utterly wild with desire for her perfect wet heat… for her deep quim*.

"OH!...Mooohhr!…yesss… yes! oh please, a chagair, please…. just tell me more, kiss me… please touch me," she just keeps encouraging him as her hips undulate wildly at the thought of it all- as she remembers just how exquisite it is to have him do all of that for her there. She loves that he loves it so much. She wants to hear his love… he can be as risqué as he likes with her right now- for he says everything so lovingly and poetically and truly for her that she feels completely safe and revered by him and so is quite unashamed of the extent of her lust for him- she just adores it all.

"Oh Elsie.. he whispers hotly to her as he keeps grinding hard into her hip… do you have any idea … hmmm… how very beautiful your quim is?... it's like a beautiful exotic flower, Elsie… I love to kiss and lick your flower with my lips and tongue…and… that little pearl bud .. that feels like one of your perfect nipples and it just tastes so… so good...so sweet …OH God! Els...Els… it's like I have died and gone to heaven."

"Tell me, oh God please tell me Charles," she pants out "… tell me what you see…tell me what you feel… a chagair…a chagair…"

And Charles now has a desperate need to see her excitement blooming just there as he describes all of her own lush womanly beauty to her- his incredibly sensual wife. He cannot get enough of her- or the fact that their imaginations work in such alignment for their mutual pleasure. Their lovemaking is so total and all-encompassing and sacred and beautiful to him. Charles never knew it could just keep getting better and better like this with his ever-accepting Elsie. He cannot get over how she embraces his vivid imagination for her so freely and unashamedly. It makes him feel so…so wanted…and safe to feel and express himself with her completely. Freely. It is utter bliss to make love to his wife. Utter, utter bliss.

Charles moves up onto his knees next to her again and just cannot leave those perfectly stiff and perky nipples floating atop that sea of soft pale flesh alone. His tongue needs to touch all of the wonders of them that he has brought to their minds through his words. He needs to see Elsie writhing in ecstasy as he gazes long down her body from up so close to it all. He bends and sucks one of her breasts into his desperately thirsty mouth, and it sparks and incredible jolt of pleasure right to Elsie's womanhood and she arches high and reflexively towards him- searching for that place with him- it is so very close- that place where her body cannot hold onto the joy and pleasure that has built up inside of her anymore, and she has to release it all into his safe keeping- she wants to release her joy for him.

"Haah…aagh…Mooohhrrr!" She rolls out thick and rounded across her tongue.

Their hands have changed position across her body to keep their penny still held tight just above her belly, but as this initial shock of pleasure sees her back settle to the mattress for the moment, and as her hips keep dancing fluidly in circles before his eyes, and he looks further down her body from his place of ultimate soft pillowy pleasure, she grasps for his heat and his hardness again. She is so very close, but she does not want to leave him behind. She wants him with her- all of the way so that she can see his pleasure as surely as he sees hers.

Charles is groaning heavily into her breast as his tongue plays as slowly as his tenuous self-control will allow him to around her sweet stiff nipple. But he gasps loudly into her as she holds his silken hardness in her tight embrace again, and his hot open mouthed kissing becomes automatically and frantically faster- flicking that beautiful stiff pearl back and forth with the stiffened tip of his tongue. He cannot stop the hungry moaning sounds escaping from him and muffling into all of that softness. He feels as if he could somehow devour all this pleasure right into himself like the finest meal ever set before a starving man.

And Elsie is shaking beneath his ministrations now. He can feel her so very close to her finish. Her high moans tell him she wants to finish. So he moves his kisses down her soft full belly licking and nipping over her high defined hip bones, which he now knows can drive her to the brink of utter distraction- if he just feathers fine tongue-tipped licks over them- and so he does – just to hear her sighs rising in pitch- almost to a squeal on the intake of each of her hot laboured breaths. Then he traces a path down that angled grove where her leg meets her upper body, just under her hips, and she jerks immediately closer to his face, trying to get him where he knows she most desperately wants him… but where on this occasion… he has promised that he just will not go. So he licks long and languorously down her leg instead, lifting it up to his hot and hungry mouth with his free hand until he reaches her shiny skin that stretches thin over her shin bone. And he does not think that he has actually had a chance to properly feel that part of her skin under his tongue so far in their lovemaking journeys, so he slowly nibbles down its length towards her foot, and it makes her jerk her leg reflexively within the tender grip of his great hand around her ankle, and then her knees fall apart shamelessly wide for him so that he can finally see all of that glistening exotic bounty and can take his time telling Elsie of its wonders- because he knows now that she wants that too. And that is such a singularly and erotic thought for him in this hot moment that he jerks hard into Elsie's loving, strong hand as she continues to stroke his length.

He shudders out a hot groan and is suddenly unafraid that he will reach his peak as he towers above his trusting wife. He sees her dark and lustful intent for him in her stunning blue eyes, and he can feel it in the rapid increase in pressure and speed of her loving handling of his manhood. He jerks his hips uncontrollably into her grip once again. His only fear is that he will not be able to command his power of speech well enough to tell Elsie the wonders he wants her to hear about her hidden and most secret womanly charms.

He sits back lower on his knees and rests her ankle up on his shoulder so that his free left hand can move back to fondling one of Elsie's breasts, because he thinks now this whole thing might just work and he might actually see her to her highest pleasure just with his words and carefully controlled touches.

"Tell me a chagair" she pants out in her excitement for him "…Oh, God…Charles… tell me what…what you see…please..."

He growls a long rumbling animal thunder for her and somehow forms words. "Oh …Elsie-love… you are sso…sooo perrrfect. You have no idea…so very beautiful… you are gleaming and pretty and exotic- like an orchid, my love… a deep red orchid…Rouge foncé … pretty,..pretty Elspeth …Rouge foncé." And the sound of those rolling guttural French vowels spilling from within his huge chest and off his tongue in that deep rumbling waterfall of lust he houses just for her makes her shiver and gasp out so high for him… God, I hope he knows some French songs to sing to me, she thinks in a wild flash.

"Ha! AHH! Oh please, Charles!"

"…So soft …so soft… beautiful silky soft … like opening petals … and they ….feel hot and wet that's how you are…when…with my tongue…. When…when I can taste you…grrr. Aaagh … oh Elsie I… Oh dear God! That feels so g-good Els…don't stop… oh… you look so wet …all of your sweet… ahh… nectar … Els.. Els… it is like nothing else I have ever tasted … so sweet … so sweet…so beautiful… I love it … you taste so, so good to me Els …like I am drinking all of you… all your sweet love and light…and I want… I want it … I can't …can't get enough… it floods my tongue when you are so…so close …so close... I…I…" He is so close himself now, and at his words, Elsie feels herself getting even wetter for him, all of her hot love and lust and pleasure and desire – so finely tuned to him- so powerful it causes her grip onto him and tighten even further and her back arches high off the bed again as she searches for that final ridge of hard pleasure that she just wants to have him wrench her so lovingly over the top of. She wants to go there with her adoring husband…. God! He is such a perfect lover! Everything… he is everything…

"Moohr! … moohr… Charles … moohr!… tell me more… now … now …" she gasps out desperately as her hips buck rhythmically and high off the bed and roll as she presents her hot centre to him.

Oh God Els. Your hips…hips dance …such a dancer …love it …when I am deep inside you…so, so deep… like falling… silk …wet … hot silk. Els… and tight… so close around me … so… Els… so…so good… Oh god!… I ..I l-love it when you hold me inside you...surround me…so completely… God .. Els …Els …want … you…want you always… always…. Please!

And Elsie, even in her uncontrollable writhing and calling out for him… she hears him… she hears him… and she holds him ever tighter and moves his silken skin so fast for him as she imagines him deep inside her- so deeply again … God! how she loves to hold him that way… She wants that over and over with him - when she can – to be enveloped in all of the hot bulk of his arms- enfolded safely by him as she enfolds him so safely and deeply inside her. There is no greater pleasure. The thought of it sends her soaring. Charles sees her- sees her flying high for him- sees her glimmering pulsing redness for him and as he feels himself surging within her hand and he needs to hold onto something- his fingers at her cushiony gorgeous breast pinch harder at her nipple, and their hands on her belly still grip in a mixed handshake-held so tightly together over their heated special penny- and his head falls to her ankle still resting up on his shoulder, digging down onto him with the pressure of her hard stringing weight as she raises her hips off the mattress again- rising for him… and wanting so much for him to kiss and lick and cherish those beautiful dew blessed red orchid petals that are full and flushed and lush … pulsing hard for him – and he can see… he can see…

"Oh God, Els!" he groans out high and long out as he clasps his mouth around that fine skinned inner ankle bone up near his face. He needs that … he needs that- to steady him as he jerks and shudders in her hand and finishes across the skin of her belly, over their hands clasped together with their penny and over the luscious thick curls that cloak her hot deep quim. And she is right there with him. Seeing his pleasure. Seeing him come undone by the strength of her hands alone is just so exciting. She loves to see how powerful he is – even when he totally loses control. Loves it! Loves him.

"Aah… ahh! So goood Ooooh! S' good… my man. So good!" she gasps out high and loud for him as she also shudders and topples over that high ridge of pleasure as she feels his hot wet mouth grip and lick onto her sensitive ankle. She shouts loud for him as he collapses to the side of her onto his back from his kneeling position on the bed and his hand comes away from that hard nipple he had been pinching so lovingly as he squeezed hard into her breast and her leg is drawn out even wider as he pulls her with him in his momentum and it spins her partially on the bed so they end up almost head to toe with one another- skewed across the bed with Elsie's leg somehow draped up over his chest and he can see down the length of her shaking lithe legs- can still see her pulsing wet beauty.

Dear god… this is so perfect!

He is gasping elatedly and Elsie is still shimmering and quivering. Somehow their palms have stayed pressed together, even with the sudden change of their positions as they reached their zenith together- their precious six-pence is still kept safe between. And despite that exhilarating finish- where only the power of their imaginations and their words brought her to those promised heights, Elsie still feels a desperate need for Charles to finally touch her where they both feel so safely embraced when they love each other- because for some reason it does not quite feel complete until she can touch him to herself there. So she moves their hands that hold their penny secure and places the back of his broad hand over herself- to feel the weight of him there. And it keeps her still high with zinging excitement- still somewhere up near that very fine precipice. And before she realises what she is doing, she is rubbing her hot wet quim all over the back of his hand- marking him with her scent of love and she is groaning in ecstatic pleasure once again.

God this man… drives me wild!

"Charles…Charles!"

And he hears her call to him through the rushing of blood in his ears and he controls the movement of his head enough to gaze at her in loving astonishment at the sight of her still in the heights of her pleasure and he feels her swollen, hot wetness on the back of his hand and thinks his face will just break apart he is so happy right now- for how he feels, but mainly for how he sees her wanting him – wanting all of this with him. It is so erotic and free. He still feels hot aftershocks of want stringing through in his inner pelvic muscles just at the sight of her. He loves to share in her ecstasy. So he finds the words again- knows she will want to hear him- to know that it is all perfectly all right to want him so badly in this way.

"Yess. Els… Oh yes… my love… again…. Let me see you again!" and he helps her start moving their hands together in a rhythm that increases the friction she is so desperately chasing. And the poetry that he has left for her is merely that which will call her to his side once more… for it is all he desires for them right now. "Fly for me again, Elsie-love… come to me,my love … yes …come to me again… let me feel your hot quim…I love it. I love it. I can feel all your hot full petals." And he finds the French words.. because if it sends her to a place of joy- he will give them to her. "Rouge foncé… achagair.. your rouge foncé… I love it… I love it … I love you… Come to me … Be here with me … yesss.. a chagair… Yes!"

Elsie is grinding herself hard and fast over their joined hands now. Feeling so very close to her man- feeling safe and loved and accepted and so, so very excited – being so close. So close.

God this is so good! I want this! I want this!

"Charles! Charles!" she is almost screaming incoherently in her pleasure now. She feels like she might die. Some strange threads in her brain think she may not ever make it to Scarborough if this man keeps this up with her. "Oh God!"

So perfect … so good… so good… always s-soh good!

"Oh God! God!… Chaaarlees! HAah ahaa- ah!"

She jerks in a final grinding hard arc onto his hand as she finally reaches that highest peak of pleasure she knew she was after when this all started earlier as Charles made their little penny appear magically from behind her ear. Elsie collapses almost into a foetal curl as her body cannot process any more sensation in this moment of absolute completion with her man. Bliss!

"Oh dear God," she pants out to him… "oh God… that …that… oh, my man… Haaah…" she sighs out long to catch her breath a little. Then a broad smile graces her face as the wonder of sharing this pleasure with her magical poet-lover tickles her to her core. "haaah...Well…" she sighs out, "Carson the Magnificent, that was… officially… incredible… how… how… do… you do this to me, Charles? … Dear God…" and her belly and chest are still heaving huge drafts of fresh air into her lungs… air fresh with the heavy exotic musk of their lovemaking.

It is perfect.

Their six-pence of good fortune still harbours all the heat of their passionate lovemaking between their locked hands. Charles and Elsie stay splayed in their oddly angled positions across the bed- both completely spent. Charles tracing one hand up and down Elsie's leg that lies heavy across his chest and he turns his head every so often to place little kisses around her ankle.

"I must say, we do seem to be becoming rather adept at all this, don't you think, Els?"

"My God, yes! HA! And that may well be the understatement of the year, Charles!" and with that, Elsie starts giggling uncontrollably again- now that everything else has been released to her man's safe keeping- her residual joy needs an outlet too… she is all giddy again- euphoric and helpless … and so incredibly happy and astounded to have found anything like this sort of passion at her stage of life. It is an absolute gift and a blessing.

He sighs out long and happily and squeezes tight to Elsie's hand again, around their coin of love. "Oh, Els… I have never been so glad for someone to give me back a paltry six-pence they once borrowed in my entire life!"

Elsie's heart stops. She blinks twice rapidly and suddenly finds coiling energy within her that she did not know she had left as she wrenches her hand free from his and sits bolt upright in white cold shock- as if her skin has just been flensed. With the hottest spike of rage she has ever felt towards anyone in her entire life she yells out.

"WHAT?!"

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A/N: Sorry, dear readers! I had to put at least one cliffhanger in this piece! (cowers sheepishly). But fear not, the next chapter will be up very soon.

Calm yourself with some of my research notes of interest in the meantime.

I hope you liked this chapter and can spare some time to review.

Regards,

BorneToFlow

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Serialised fiction/ The Black Abbot-

Edgar Wallace was a British author of, mostly, crime-thriller fiction, but also Sci-fi and other genres. He was one of the most prolific writers ever. He used Dictaphone-style wax cylinders to narrate and record his stories and then had a secretary transcribe them (perhaps her name was SIRI! ;p) sometimes a novel within a week, and generally with several on the go at once- CRAZY! His output became a bit of a joke in literary circles- the master of the penny dreadful crime-thriller novel it seems. Many of his books were initially released in serialised form in papers and magazines.

The Black Abbot possibly ran in the weekly magazine The Sphere- I am not sure now how I came to that discovery/conclusion- a bit of piecing of things together and an educated guess to fit my needs, no doubt! Not all historical British Newspapers are available as yet online- and certainly not for free as it is in my own country- but there will be greater access to these things in the future I hope- maybe when Universities around the world decide to pay for the subscription and I can use my local access to get to it!

Here is where I went browsing but refused to pay up! (The British Newspaper Archive: . / )

That said, it is quite uncanny that this 1926 novel of Wallace's happened to be set around a stately home- this was totally unplanned as I was merely searching the net for what books may have been serialised at this time and realistic for Charles and Elsie to have been following. I expected something by Agatha Christie- but she had nothing serialised in a national paper in 1926 that I could draw on. Thomas the footman is for real in the book- as is the somewhat gossipy Glover the Butler. I cannot claim to having read it all- just a couple of chapters where characters are established and that was enough for the purposes of fleshing out this fiction. I love it when a plan comes together with this fiction though! Some things have fallen into place in quite unforeseen but serendipitous ways. : ) I will eventually read all of The Black Abbot- a bit of brain candy it will no doubt be- and cheap to boot. Here is a link for a free copy with original 1926 cover art from Project Gutenberg AU: .

But the complete works of Edgar Wallace is actually available on ibooks for a grand total of $2.99. so why not read all of The Black Abbot for yourself? I love the internet!

Full definition of Legerdemain from the Etymology Online Dictionary – one of my favourite websites ever- The Oxford English Dictionary online is more extensive with etymology and usage- but it is not free and takes me longer to log in to via a university library account- so I am lazy that way :p . ?allowed_in_frame=0&search=legerdemain

*legerdemain (n.)

early 15c., "conjuring tricks, sleight of hand," from Middle French léger de main "quick of hand," literally "light of hand." Léger "light" in weight (Old French legier, 12c.) is from Latin levis "light," from PIE root *legwh- "light, having little weight; easy, agile, nimble" (see lever); it is cognate with Spanish ligero, Italian leggiero "light, nimble" (hence also leger line in music). Main "hand" is from Latin manus (see manual (adj.)).

Coup de Maitré- Masterstroke.

Just because French just sounded better in that sentence!- plus the following etymology makes it fitting for Charles as head of the house staff:

**maitre d'hotel

1530s, "head domestic," from French maître d'hôtel, literally "house-master," from Old French maistre "master; skilled worker, educator" (12c.), from Latin magistrum (see magistrate). Sense of "hotel manager, manager of a dining room" is from 1890. Shortened form maître d' is attested from 1942; simple maitre from 1899.

***quim- well!- It is clear what is meant by it here- it would have been seen as a very course slang word even in 1926, and especially for our Victorian era born and bred heroes. The etymology is difficult to trace due to it being a taboo term. This web age gives the best tracing of the term in spoken and written history if you are interested. questions/142492/where-did-the-word-quim-come-from

Magic tricks with coins:

Web pages with information on basic coin sleights and tricks are easily found all over the web. I did a little searching to come up with what Charles might still be able to remember from 50 years ago- and put it all in the basket of "well once you learn to ride a bike, you don't really forget". Kept it all basic though, and it was more to give me the process and therefore the lyrical motif of words I wanted to drive the action along. I hope it worked because I like to see our normally serious heroes having a laugh and fun times together.

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BorneToFlow : )