I haven't written the wedding for two reasons, one - there are so many amazing wedding stories out there I didn't think I could do it justice. Two - you'll have noticed by now that this story only has Charles and Elsie in it ... ok a bit of Mrs Patmore and Richard (but he's gone now) even the butler and housekeeper don't have names. And for the moment I want to keep it that way, this is Charlie and Elsie's story/history. Other characters will appear later (once I get to 1895)

I'm truly not sure about this chapter, when I've written in the past any smut the couple have always been experienced and it's often a case of ripping clothes off and getting down to business and I always write it a little cruder which just didn't seem to fit these two in this situation. Writing a couples first time was some what daunting and I don't know if I've done it justice - but hey ho!

Biting her lip Elsie looked around the cottage, her cottage. Their cottage. She was married, she was Elsie Carson. Turning she watched as her husband walked into the room, her husband. She was married, she was Elsie Carson. She breath caught in her throat and she pressed her hand to chest.

"Elsie?"

She blinked, "I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed." They'd had a long engagement the death of the Earl and a house in mourning had slowed down their plans, more than once she'd been convinced something would happen to destroy their happiness. A new Lord and Lady Grantham that could've gone against the now Dowager's promise, fired them both, left them with nothing. Thankfully that didn't happen and here they where. Mr and Mrs Carson.

"So am I," he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Do you want some tea?"

"No. Thank you." She took a deep breath. "I want to go to bed."

He swallowed, "of course. It's late." They'd gone back to work straight after the wedding something they'd both being happy to do, time off was something they couldn't afford.

"Charlie," she kissed the underside of his chin. "I'm not tired."

"Elsie." He inhaled deeply through his nose taking in the scent of her light perfume. Their long engagement had been problematic at times, with each day that passed he found himself struggling with his need for her. Their kisses had become more and more passionate, their hands would stray and they would find themselves breathless. With only a cold yard and no really privacy they'd never gone too far, something he was grateful for he didn't want their first time to be rushed. He didn't want his first time to be rushed. "Elsie I've never done this before."

She stepped back, "neither have I Charlie we'll learn together."

"Ive ..." he lowered his gaze. "I've heard it can hurt. I don't want to hurt you."

"But you do want to make love." He nodded, "then it'll be ok." Taking hold of his hand she walked backwards out of room pulling him with her.

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Charlie's hands shook as he started to unbutton his shirt, he wanted this. He wanted his wife so much and he'd never been so scared. Night after night he used to perform on stage, sing, dance, juggle and he never felt nerves like his. He knew Elsie loved him, no matter what happen here, now. Between them she would still love him. He just didn't want to be a disappointment or to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her.

Elsie pulled the the pins from her hair watching as her husband slowly removed his clothes, she'd never get tired of thinking of Charles Carson as her husband. She'd heard stories about what was to happen between them, her mother had told her to expect pain but that she would enjoy it as well. She'd been too embarrassed to ask more then but now stood here stripping in front of her husband she wished she had.

Standing in only her shift, wishing she was thinner, taller Elsie wrapped her arms around her chest allowing her eyes to move over her husband. He was so tall and borad, so handsom. And he was hers.

Crossing his hands over the growing bulge in his shorts Charlie's gaze moved over the length of his wife's body from her delicate toes to her beautiful face linguring on her chest. She was so perfect, so utterly perfect. And she was all his.

They moved to the bed neither daring to touch the other, it was silly really they where married. What was about to happen between them wasn't wrong. Sitting down Elsie slid across the bed and reached out, "Charlie."

Taking her offered hand Charlie climbed onto the bed lying beside her, leaning in he kissed her slowly enjoying the feel of her bare feet against his legs. Their kiss deepened and his hand moved over her ribs to her hip. She felt so different without the layers of clothes she wore everyday. His hand slipped lower and they both jumped as he found the naked skin of her thigh. He rolled closer pressing their bodies together as he kissed her neck. Elsie's hands moved over his chest and across his side to his back pulling him closer, wanting more.

Their kissed and touches grew bolder and the rest of their clothing was removed tossed haphazardly across the room. The first contact between his chest and breasts without the barriers of clothes caused her to gasp, a sound that made Charlie pull away his nerves once again taking over. "I don't know if I can do this."

Looking down between them Elsie raised an eyebrow, "I think you can."

"I don't mean that."

She grabbed his hand stopping him from covering his arousal. "I know." She was going to have to take charge, as scared as she was Charlie was terrified. She knew it was a risky move she could end up scaring him right off the bed but she needed him. Now. Her core was throbbing with want, desire. For him, her husband.

He gasped as she reached down wrapping her fingers around his length, "Elsie." He knew how sensitive he was to his own touch hers was driving him wild. "God. Elsie."

Letting go she shifted further onto her back, placing one hand on the back of his neck she pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Once he started to relax she moved her other hand to his hip and guided him to moved over her so he was lying between her legs.

Lifting his head he looked down, she was beautiful. All of her, "are you sure." At her nod he moved his hips forward slowly entering her.

She bit her bottom lip, not wanting to cry out. Not wanting him to stop. It was painful as she felt herself stretching to accommodate him, but his lips on her shoulder and the noises of pleasure he was making took her mind elsewhere.

It felt wonderful, he finally understood what the men he performed with where talking about, bragging about. He wanted to move his hips, he wanted to know if it felt as good for her. He kissed a up her neck and over her jaw to her lips. "Elsie."

"Please." Her whispered plea was all he needed. It was instinct the way his hips moved and how hers raised from the bed to meet his every thrust. He called out first as he lost control his head falling to her shoulder. Her fingers gripped his back tightly as pleasure washed over her, it felt so different with him here. With her, in her rather than just her imagination late at night in her lonely bed. It was amazing, she would be sore tomorrow she knew that but right now she didn't care.

Pushing off her Charlie fell onto his side, kissing her neck, her cheek, her ear any part of her that he could reach. "I love you."

Rolling over she smiled. "I love you," she raised her hand to his cheek her fingers curling in his hair and her thumb brushing over his ear. "Are you ok?"

"I am, are you?" She nodded her eyes growing heavy as the excitement of the day caught up with her.

They shifted on the bed and managed to pull the covers over them, neither bothered with night clothes but too tired and neither wanting to let go of the other long enough to get dressed. Resting his head ag

ainst hers, he closed his eyes sleep claiming them both quickly as they lay together arms and legs intertwined.