Hi guys! :) I'm still here! Had a very busy couple days. Between work, visiting Santa, and a Birthday party, my poor Chelsie had to take a two day break :(. Lets hope that doesn't happen again! This is a Smut warning! Going a bit 'M' here. I hope you enjoy :) xoxo

It was early the next morning and Elsie sprung from her bed, eager to see Charles. They had so much to discuss still. There were so many unanswered questions between the two. Yet she was not worried. She knew whatever may come their way, they would handle it together. She was certain their love could withstand the toughest storms. Coming off the steps she saw the light shining from underneath his door and knew he had as sleepless a night as she had. She opened his door and slid in, shutting it quietly behind her. She had yet to speak a word to him. Unsure even of how they would address each other. Would it be too bold to fall into his arms and kiss him good morning?

She stood there against his door looking so incredibly beautiful. His mind conjuring images of her beautiful body, supple flesh, the taste of her smooth skin on his tongue. He willed himself to stop, to not let it all overcome him. These intense urges to have her against him. He couldn't help it. Since the minute he'd seen her touched her, tasted her, all he's wanted to do was claim her as his very own for once and all. He supposed it was some primitive male desire, but he would not accept anything other than his need to know her fully. To share and experience everything they could with one another. When she hadn't spoken yet, just stood there watching him, he was struck with the intense dread that it was all a dream. Something his mind had tricked him with in the dead of the night. He choked out. "Good morning, Mrs. Hughes."

"Mrs. Hughes, is it?" She teased back, arching her eyebrow and giving him that adorable half smile and eye roll she always did when he irritated her.

So it hadn't all been a dream, a divine fantasy his mind had created in the dead of the night. She was his finally. She had complete and utter control over his heart. He stood and came around from behind his desk and took her in his arms, burying his face into her neck and kissing the soft silky skin. She giggled, his darling, beautiful, Mrs. Hughes giggled. He thought the sound was the closest to heaven he would ever reach while on earth. "Oh Gods, Elsie." He murmured against her neck. "for a moment there, I thought it was all a dream."

"It certainly is...Mr. Carson." She answered, using his formal name teasingly, then pulled back to look into his eyes. "Charles." She whispered as she pushed up on her tiptoes, smiling as she kissed him.

Charles immediately scooped her into his arms, nearly lifting her off the ground. He kissed her passionately, his happiness consuming him to the point of tears.

"Charles! Put me down, you silly man!" She whispered in his ear while once again her adorable giggle filled his office.

"Never!" He said defiantly, drawing his hands to her waist and scooting her towards his desk. Elsie then let out a small gasp as he grasped her hips and lifted her right into the desks surface, setting her down upon his rotas.

Elsie was too surprised and excited by his actions to protest. She simple spread her legs wantonly and pulled him to her, nervously biting her bottom lip. Charles acquiesced to his lady's wishes and wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning into her, he pressed his lips gently against hers. "I love you." He whispered softly as he kissed her slowly, taking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting gently. "Do you know I love that?"

"Love what?" Elsie asked smiling against his lips, and their mouths moved so softly against one another's.

Charles ran his tongue along her bottom lip. "When you bite that lovely bottom lip of yours. So sexy. So very enticing." His deep voice seemed to vibrate through her body and she moaned against his mouth. Charles pressed himself into her tighter, deepening their kiss. Elsie could feel his solid length pressing against her willing center and she sighed, as Charles moaned into her mouth.

"Charles, please! Please!" She begged into his ear as his mouth sucked the soft skin at her neck. "I want you?"

Charles groaned and pulled back to look into her eyes. "I want you so bad, Elsie. But we cannot... Not yet, love. Not like this."

Elsie, frustrated and eager, reached for his belt, pulling him tighter to her and working the buckle loose as she kissed him fiercely. "I want you, Charles. I want you inside me." She purred seductively, looking into his eyes.

At that, Charles lost all control. He pulled her skirts up quickly and pressed against her hard, his solid length pushing at her center through his trousers and her thin cotton knickers. He pulled back and his hands went under her skirts, kneading her soft thighs and sliding closer to their goal. His fingers slid under the hem of her knickers and he pushed them up until he reached her warm wet center. Elsie gasped when she felt his fingers against her sensitive area and she began to move under his touch. Charles slid his fingers up and down her slit, so warm and wet. So inviting it drove him mad with lust. He rubbed gently at her nub, then slowly slid a finger into her. So very tight and wet. He moved it in and out as Elsie panted in his ear. Her arms slung around his neck to keep her from falling back. When she was jerking against him he slid in another finger and used him thumb to rub her nub as his fingers moved inside her. "Oh Charles.. Now! Now!" She tried to keep her voice down as she begged him to give himself to her.

He was mad with lust and pulled at her knickers, sliding them down and off her legs before tearing at his trousers, pulling them open and preparing to finally join them as one.

"Mr. Carson, may I come in?" Came Thomas' voice, accompanied by a hurried knock.

Charles and Elsie stared a each other in shock. They quickly righted themselves without a word. Charles went to sit at his desk and Elsie sunk into the chair near the fire quickly picking up a book. "You may." Charles commanded deeply.

Thomas entered swiftly, smirking down at Mrs. Hughes when he noticed her disheveled state. "Good morning, Mrs. Hughes. I didn't expect to find you here."

"It's not for you to expect to find me anywhere, Mr. Barrow." Elsie said, speaking evenly and putting him in his place.

"What did you want, Thomas?" Carson said curtly.

"Just to ask if you minded I go into the village this morning." He said quickly, coming up with an excuse for his interruption, other than his spying on the two.

"Yes, yes. Go now. But be quick about it." Charles answered stiffly, excusing him.

Thomas left the room and Charles sighed. His head falling into his hands at his desk. Elsie stood and went to him, rubbing his back gently. He pulled his chair back and she leaned against his desk as he looked up at her. "What are we doing? We were pawing at each other like animals. " He said shaking his head. He stood, looking down at her and putting his hands on her hips. "Elsie, if Thomas wouldn't have interrupted us, I would have...I would have taken you right here on my desk."

"And I would have enjoyed every minute of it." Elsie purred, smiling sexily at him while reaching up to caress his cheek.

Charles grinned down at her and kissed her soundly. She pulled back from him when his hands began to roam her body. "Charles... Charles, you're right. We must stop. No matter how hard it may be to keep our hands to ourselves." She said sexily, her Scottish brogue thickening as she stroked his chest. She pulled back, knowing she needed answers and was far too distracted by his closeness. "There are things we need to discuss. First off, I'd like to know exactly what led you to end up on the floor of my sitting room last night?"

Thanks so much for your reviews :) Please do let me know if you are all still enjoying this. I have several ideas left, but it may be time to wrap it up already... Thanks again, Mona xoxo