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.

40. Chapter 40- Full Luxuriance

The Acquisition of Memories. Chapter 40- Full Luxuriance

Warning:

M-rating.

More NSFW sweet loving for our heroes- because it will move them through some new personal spaces (perhaps debatable!)… and…well…it is really just because I can! ;P

Enjoy.

BorneToFlow : )

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Charles moves slowly away from Elsie's face and that ultimate temptation of her lips and rolls the hairpin across the back of his knuckles as if it were their lucky penny as he simultaneously moves to stand before his adoring wife. He pointedly places the hairpin within the cup of the pristine white shell he chose, and then he slides both into his hip pocket with the lines he penned for her earlier. Then Charles proffers his arm to Elsie, and proceeds to walk out with the lady he holds a very particular understanding with.

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The Grand Hotel, Honeymoon Suite.

Scarborough, Yorkshire.

Early Evening, Wednesday 2nd June, 1926

Having deposited all their beach picnic gear with the concierge downstairs, Charles and Elsie return to their room on the top floor. They walk in step to the large bay window and look out at the light fading over the water of the southern cove. Charles stands silently behind Elsie with his large hands resting on her strong shoulders, as if they have just always belonged there. They feel languid and sun blest and sea breeze swept - refreshed and clear of head.

Eventually, Elsie turns into Charles' embrace and they just hold each other quietly. So at home. And indeed, this new space for them to live in for a few days feels a little homelier than the Ritz Hotel ever could, although they do not regret any of the lovely and luxurious times they spent in London. In fact, the Grand Hotel still offers them quite an opulent and large room; however, they have actually found it easier to not have their goods and chattels spread across two separate dressing rooms and find it far more convenient to be sharing wardrobes and the one bathroom attached to this room. It is much more how they feel they will fit together with each other when they return to their new rooms at the Abbey, and eventually move into their own little cottage.

They work around each other's needs for the space with the same easy unison they have always found when working together at the Abbey over all these years. Only now, they can brush against each other without fear of overstepping any bounds of propriety. And indeed, they both relish the new freedom they have to just reach out and touch each other whenever the fancy should take them- brushing fingertips lightly onto forearms or along jawlines, or through hair, or to the base of each other's neck.

Elsie just adores placing her fingertip into Charles' chin cleft whenever its delightfulness threatens to totally overwhelm her. Of course, it has always shown up the most when he is looking gruff or serious, but now her fingertip will often bring him out of this state and the dip actually flattens away as he gives one of those beautiful close-lipped smiles that shows his delight more within his gleaming dark eyes than anywhere else. But then, Elsie has discovered that if she keeps her finger pressed there for longer, the full-faced grin that was always threatening to emerge from beneath that chubby cheeked reticence to display his abundant emotions rises most surely, and he will break into the most beauteous smile where his eyes will squint up almost closed but gleam even brighter still, and it is then that his little chin dimple returns and it somehow captures Elsie by the very tip of her finger and draws her wholly into his own effusive joy. She loves how it transforms his whole face and seems to bring him into his truest self. She loves that she is the one who can inspire him to embrace his happiness in this way and that she can be right there with him to share in it all. And even better, it invariably inspires in him a reason to share a lovely kiss with her too. And so the strong and serious man-of the-world cleft transforms into a young and vigorous lad on the cusp of all of life- all dimpled and fresh cheeked and sometimes even rascally in intent, and always ready for love and even fun and belly laughs with her. And so that is when her truly Cheeky Charles appears for her- and her stodgy old bean of a butler is still in behind there, but Charles Carson is just so much more now. That is why this my favourite pastime! she realises with astounding clarity. It brings my Charles out of himself.

And now, Elsie has found an additional little pleasure as she performs this now quite regular gesture of affection for her man. For she has discovered the joy in tracing the tip of her pinky finger along the small scar under his chin line at the same time. She has finally found out that it is from an early attempt at shaving with a cut-throat razor gone terribly awry and requiring a mess of poorly applied stitches to fix it. But, Charles has never been one to make a mistake like that repeatedly and Elsie can now stand in quite some awe of Charles' adept handling of the lethally sharp blade as he sees to keeping a flawlessly smooth face for them both. On a silly whim, as she stood watching him swiftly shave this morning they quickly worked out that for his roughly fifty years in service, having mostly shaved twice a day, he has actually wielded the knife to his skin more 36,000 times, and with very few mishaps in all of that time. It seems outlandish when they consider it that way, but it does prove the point that it is no great wonder that Charles has developed a high level of expertise with this small task. And Charles is more than happy to keep up with the routine in retirement because he now knows just how much pleasure it can bring to his Elsie when he runs his smooth face all over her soft and wanting skin. It's the best reason he has ever had for waking up in the morning and having to see to his pesky, fast-growing whiskers all over again.

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From within their comfortable embrace by the window, Elsie's hands that have been playing beneath Charles waistcoat, rubbing small circles on the base of his back, start searching for more contact with her lovely husband's skin. She plays down into his waistband and releases the back buttons of his braces and then boldly slides her hands around to his front to see to the front fastenings. His pants drop rather rapidly about his thighs without the suspenders there to secure them, Charles draws a deep steadying breath and just stands still to watch it all happen. He loves how much he is wanted by her. He loves her confidence in loving him and asking through her actions and words for what she wants- what they both really want. He just loves her.

"Kick your shoes off, Love, let's get you out of these sandy things." She says in an eminently practical tone that still manages to take his breath away. He never thought he would ever have anyone willingly ask him to disrobe! His life has just taken off on such on incredibly strange and wonderful trajectory since they married. All of these new little experiences that he never even thought to dream of- and all of it so much better than a dream anyway.

Charles accedes to Elsie's request and then steps out of his trousers as they puddle around his ankles. Elsie bends to go and drape them over a nearby chair, but Charles remembers the little shell and his promise to see to her hairpins tonight, plus he is not yet ready for her to see the note he has penned for her, so he takes the pants from her to retrieve what he needs.

"Let's keep this safe on the dresser, Els."

Elsie leads on and Charles toes off his socks as he draws the curtains closed and then he pads across the room in his undershorts, shirt tails, waistcoat and tie- quite a sight for sore eyes! But Elsie smiles up at him as she spies his odd attire more completely in the dressing table mirror. She enjoys this slow transformation of the publicly respectable Mr Carson into the private and homely, yet passionate man that she alone gets to enjoy. She finds him beautiful- relaxed and clear skinned and lovely- even in his striped undershorts- although she is rather pleased he has divested himself so quickly of the socks, for then she likely would have snickered at his current level of attire.

Charles reaches around Elsie and places the shell on her dresser, it looks so small in his hand, but he is so very gentle and commanding all at the same time with his large muscular body. The contrasts are exquisite and his control over, and the elegant restraint of his power are actually incredibly erotic to her. It speaks of trust.

Elsie turns back to him and divests him of his rounded day collar and neck tie. Then she fishes for his pocket watch that houses her little lock of hair out of his waistcoat, unhooking the chain from the button it is secured to. She places it down near the shell that still has her single hairpin from earlier wedged into one of the concave ridges. She finds the similar size, but contrasting convex shaping of his intricately engraved silver watch aesthetically pleasing and she smiles at the simple domesticity of them being placed together on the dresser like this for the evening. It is how their nights will be from now on and it comforts her. Next, she retrieves their precious six pence from Charles' waistcoat pocket and places it into the shell. This pleases her also. It shows her the surety of their future together – and reminds her of their great good fortune to have each other to share their lives with and acquire new and beautiful memories together- side by side. All of their life together- encompassed in these carefully chosen and precisely placed mementoes. Pretty as a picture.

She turns back and smiles a serene and loving smile up at her man, who has been watching this little ceremony of the displaying and safekeeping of their lives and loves with equally delighted attention to all of its little details. They really are starting to build their new home together around their love, and this new-found language of intimacy that they share is guiding them surely down this easy path.

"My turn, Mrs Carson." He speaks quietly as he reaches up and starts to gently remove all of Elsie's hairpins. He places them precisely in the shell, one by one. In order to reach the ones right at the back of Elsie's head, he moves closer and rests his lips silently upon her forehead in a still and gentle kiss as her streaming locks fully unravel into his fingers and a delightful pang of pure contentedness dances right through his heart. He will never tire of seeing and handling Elsie's hair this way- bringing her out of herself. In his mind, it is an absolute privilege to have such close access to Elsie as she truly is. They sigh quietly into one another.

Such pleasant solitudes.

Together.

So peaceful.

Elsie slowly works at his waistcoat and shirt buttons while Charles takes care of his own cufflinks and places them into their white shell as well- the accoutrements of their public lives sitting quietly to the side as they return solely to themselves within their safe and warm embrace.

Charles starts slowly removing some items of Elsie's clothing now, and with extreme efficiency he sees to hanging them up in the wardrobe, for right now, there is so much soft skin to be caressed and kisses he is in desperate need of finding a home for. He sits before his wife on the little dresser stool and sees to her shoes as she stands tall before him in her sheer slip. Charles has always enjoyed handling the finest fabrics of the ladies of the House' long coats, but none of those items could possibly compare to how he feels right now- being able to freely run his hands over this simple and unembellished fine cotton garment on his beautiful Elsie - this is infinitely more pleasurable.

He bunches the flowing cloth up and sees to Elsie's stocking garters and then with a soft touch he inverts and draws the silk away from her snowy legs and delights once more in the delicate dancer's arches of her slender feet as she lifts each one to assist him in discarding the transparent gossamer.

Charles slowly runs the fingertips of both his hands up the inside of Elsie's legs- her skin is just so delicate and soft to touch – and as he moves inexorably closer to the core of her desire, her legs sway in a beautiful yearning ballet for him. He bunches her slip up over his wrists as he travels higher and then he rises most surely before her. Elsie stretches her arms up high to assist Charles once more in the disrobing of her most willing body. Charles sees their reflections in the mirror and the lithe movements of his wife's muscular back and beauteous limbs caught briefly in the flowing drapes of her slip above her head draws a lustful animal growl from deep within his chest. Now in her undergarments, Elsie is feeling the flame of Charles heat for her strike deep within her breast and she turns fully towards the mirror to allow Charles easy access to the buttons of her brassiere and briefs.

Charles feels a sudden and wild throbbing desire for his fair wife overwhelm him like a hot and rushing flood. His lips rappel rapidly down the curvature of her neck as he makes very short work of the fastenings of her undergarments and tosses both items swiftly aside and he only stalls briefly in the passion of his movements when the need to kick his undershorts free of his own legs is inescapable. And in that moment- he stops- still in his open fronted waistcoat and flowing shirtsleeves and he makes sure to catch Elsie's assenting eyes in the glass before he plunges headlong into utterly ravishing her.

Unequivocally.

His large hands run quickly up her sides and cup and cover both her breasts entirely- squeezing deliciously into all of that harmoniously swelled womanliness. And Elsie loves seeing his huge hot hands engulfing so much of her ample flesh and fondling her ravenously, verging on a little roughly at times, but always with the utmost care and awareness of what is actually pleasing to her and what may be pushing the limits of her flesh's capacity to endure such relentless kneading and pinching and rolling of her lust-hardened nipples.

Her cheeks are blushed with a sultry glow as she watches her man grasping at her from behind. Almost devoid of sense and caught up in the tumult of his lust by the soul-distracting view of his limber and buxom and oh-so-giving wife- her naked limbs, the hot flush of her bosom, the lily white shine of her naked limbs, the undulating waves and rippling softness of the skin of her belly as she heaves in lusty sighs and calls out the honeyed rolling chant of his name- rolling the vowels over her burr, and then - Dear God!- that dewy rose of her lush and inviting womanly glade- all her charms inverted in the crystal depths. He is desperate for all of her- her every soft grace that now is full of self-approving beauty and completely void of shame or guilt as she urges her lover on... on.

She gasps for air and her heartbeat is matching the strong and rapid thudding of Charles's that she can feel up against her shoulder blades and through the broad power of his chest. His shirt front seams rub a delightful fluttering friction up her sides as he pulls her heavily against the hardness of his body. He is so tall behind her- she feels engulfed by his heated vigour, and by the lawless dark gaze of his eyes on hers within the mirrors walls.

Elsie writhes and arches back into him and feels his hot silken hardness rubbing up against the generous flesh of her hips and buttocks. She senses that he wants her final permission to do what they both now so desperately and suddenly want to do, and so her swelling soul stifles no more sighs and she most assuredly calls all of his passions unto her.

She quickly manoeuvres her knees onto the dresser stool to raise her self up to him, for he is so much taller than she, and then she grips hard onto the edge of the dressing table to ready herself.

"Now, Charles. Now!" She growls out hard. Demanding.

And Charles is right there with her- drawing in maddening deep draughts of her heady scent and the salt of the day from the air around them. But it is still with some shock of wild surprise that Elsie feels Charles sudden connection with her as he plunges deep into the circling flood of their shared passion. His eyes dive with purest unrestrained love into the profound and desire filled depths of her own blue eyes in the mirror and he drives all of his passion into his frantic movements- wanting to hold tightly to her and yet melt away into her totally all at once. His love for her is relentless and his body is hard and Elsie's is strong and open and moving extravagantly right along with him, pushing her hips hard back into him, wanting him deeper and faster than ever before. Soon she is screaming his name for him to come to her completely and her head drops forward and her hair flicks wildly up across his fevered face and strands of that deep silk cling to the dripping messy sweat of his brow as on a quick and final rising wave of wild lust they crash together in a furore of love and close in on one another to finish in a heaving panting glowing tangle of enraptured flesh.

At length, they start to breathe in the tender calm of the mutually satisfied air that surrounds them and they finally look up again into the looking glass, the deep and heady new flush of their glistening faces starting to settle into a mellow-lustred glow of sated warmth. A refreshing stream of uncontrollably gleeful laughter begins to bubble up from their hearts and they taste the lucid coolness of their shared delight.

"Well.. phew… My dear Lord, Charles… that was… was…. " And then she pants out a huge sunny laugh "My, my… Haaah…Was...was that what may be coarsely termed 'a knee–trembler'?"

"Ha!" Charles cannot help but guffaw out loudly again from the full depth and incredible lightness of his utter joy, as he maintains his half-embrace of Elsie and plonks his head heavily down onto the back of her neck and kisses away the sea salt and sweat from the between her shoulder blades."I believe the general effect of the act adequately bears out that name, yes, my love." And then he lifts his swimming head to gaze upon her lovingly in the looking glass once more, delighting in all of her fair exposed, fancy-blushed and glowing skin, and her long and sweat drenched wild and flowing tresses.

"Good God, Charles!… whatever came over us just then?" but she smiles such a broad and contented and happy smile back at him in the mirror that he knows she is not shocked by him, or by them, and he feels all of the rippling vigour of youth bursting forth from his skin anew, even as he continues to pant deeply to try and catch his breath.

"I believe, Musidora,… that upon spying your fervent limbs flailing about so beguilingly in the crystal depths the only true and logical course available to young Damon appeared quite clearly before his eyes …and he, in full luxuriance, rose!"

Elsie bursts out with a joyous laugh at this description of her man of such delicate refinement losing himself to his most powerful earthly passions- but his eloquence is always her surest sign that his true elegance of soul never once left her man- even in the midst of chasing his most unbridled appetites. Charles joins Elsie with his own hearty laugh as she extricates herself from her kneeling position on the dresser stool and turns to embrace Charles where he stands spent and swaying slightly behind her.

"That he did, Charles. That he did…. My! But you do have quite a way about you with words, my love. … amongst many other wonderful things I might add!.." and she giggles heartily for the love of him once more- and just for life, really. "Haahh…" she sighs out long and contentedly. "How are the old clicky knees baring up anyway, noble Sir Carson. "

"Surprisingly well actually. I am, after all, a man who is used to standing to attention." He deadpans, for he cannot help but try this quip on her given their current at-ease state.

He is rewarded with another of Elsie's wonderful free and hearty laughs and that broad and happy smile looking up at him from the great depths of her pure blue eyes.

"You are soh wonderful, Charles. I never knew anything in this world could be like this. Hmmm..." she sighs happily against him, "and your sides are all dewy and polished now, to boot, young Damon!" she joshes as she slips her arms around his torso and slides the humid veil of her own skin over the sheer strength of him - wanting all of that frantic closeness they have just shared to somehow melt into herself again. "Hmmm.. she sighs once more, quite replete, yet knowing she will always be hungry for more- with Charles- her man. "So," she speaks languidly to him now that the headlong rush of passion has subsided and the contented afterglow of bliss is rolling through her whole body to take its place, "whatever happened to kissing me tonight and never stopping until we both risk utter collapse, my dear Charles."

"Well, currently the collapse is likely more imminent than either of us would desire," he sighs out, but then brightens immediately "However! The night is still young, fair Musidora, and I believe there may still be world enough and time to guide you first to clear flowing streams and from there I can begin bathing you fully with all of my kisses, just as promised. We may have to stop for replenishment with some dinner vittles at some point though," he adds light-heartedly. Charles smiles with almost drunken giddiness as he moves gently from her embrace and his hand flutters in that movement of uncontrollable joy as he reaches to hold her hand in his. He gazes upon his muse with infinite love and motions them towards the bathroom. "Come," He beckons solemnly, "bathe on- Oh, fair and faithful love."

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Ok- so I lied! The ultra lengthy chapter is actually the next one!- That is definite now and my final few chapters are written and ready to edit and so should be posted fairly rapidly thereafter.

Regards,

BorneToFlow