Warning! This is an M chapter! Please do not read any further if you don't like smut, naughtiness, or sexual shenanigans ... (I've always wanted to use the word shenanigans)

Okay so there's my warning. Now the rest of you naughty things enjoy yourselves *wink wink*. Tee hee. Lots of love, Mona xoxo

Their kiss was deep and full of love and promise. Charles slowly turned the key in lock and pushed open the door. The room before them was beautiful. The dark wood four poster bed, stood proudly in the center of a soft white room. The sheer paneling across the window held out just enough light to dim the space, while allowing you to see the river below. A small fire was already burning steady in the fireplace. The crackling wood, the only noise they could hear. With his hand on Elsie's back he ushered her gently into the room. She turned and smiled sweetly at him. "It's lovely, Charles." She said softly taking his hand in hers and bringing it to her lips.

"You're lovely, Elsie. So very lovely." Charles whispered as he ran his fingertips down her cheek. "I should have told you that so long ago. I should have told you everyday."

Elsie looked down as her cheeks flushed from his compliment. Charles dipped his hand under his chin and gently lifted her face back up to look into her eyes. "Beautiful." He whispered as he leaned in and softly pressed his lips to hers. Elsie kissed him back slowly, savoring every gentle touch of his lips. His tongue caressing hers caused a slow burn and tingle to run through her body. The heat and passion were there as always, but now joined by a new feeling. A feeling of completeness they found in one another, of being whole. Elsie slowly ran her hands up his chest to his tie. She undid the knot, dragging it steadily from around his neck and tossing it to the side. Charles smiled against Elsie's lips and her lips curled against his in return. She slowly went to work on his shirt, as he expertly slid the buttons open on her deep red blouse. He loved the red color on her. So beautiful and different from the black she wore daily. Charles gently slid the shirt from her shoulders, kissing the bare skin he revealed. Elsie took the liberties of shimmying her skirt and corset from her body. She stood before him in just her thin white slip. Charles' shirt now hung open and Elsie slid her hand across his chest and placed it lovingly over his heart. Holding it there to feel his beat under her palm. To know that it beat for her and her alone filled her with such emotion tears ran from the deep blue pools of her eyes.

Charles kissed adoringly back up her neck until he felt the wet tears on her cheeks. He kissed them away, every touch so tender and honest. He pulled back to look into her eyes before sweeping his arm under her knees and picking her up into his embrace. Elsie instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as Charles lowered his lips to hers. He carried her to the large four poster bed and lay her down across the silky white coverlet. She watched as he pulled his shirt for his body. She loved his broad and solid chest, muscled arms and shoulders, the dusting of hair that went all the way down to his trousers and beyond. He sat down on the edge of the bed next to Elsie and ran his hands along the bare skin of her arms and chest. "I love you like no man has ever loved a woman."

Elsie sat up and wrapped her arms around Charles shoulders. She buried her face into his neck and kissed along the soft skin of his shoulder. "And I love you, my darling man. More than words can say."

Charles lay Elsie back on the bed, moving over her gently as he passionately kissed her lips. She pulled him closer and her hands went to his belt, pushing his trousers and shorts down his body until he was able to kick them off completely. Charles drug her slip slowly up until he found her soft silk knickers. He then moved his body down Elsie's as he slid them down her shapely legs, kissing his way across the tops of her soft thighs, muscled calves, the delicate tops of her tiny feet. His desire to take his time and worship every inch of her, overwhelmed him. He kissed his way up Elsie's body, pressing his lips to each thigh before lavishing a deep and slow kiss to her center. Elsie shuddered beneath him and he felt her hands on his shoulder and in his hair. "Charles.." She cried loudly, only able to do so now that they were truly alone and away from the house. Charles smiled and kissed the soft skin of her belly and navel, licked the pink tips of her peaked nipples. His hands ran their way up her sides, dragging her shift up and off, revealing her beautiful body to him. The body he had not seen completely bare since the night he found her in the bath. He pulled himself over her, looking deep into her eyes, their naked bodies touching so intimately.

Elsie could feel his hard length pressing against her mound. She wanted him so badly. She spread her legs and accommodated his thick lower body and thighs. She ran her hands along his chest before holding his face in her hands. Elsie could feel him throbbing against her slit as he pressed so gently down into her. She smiled at him lovingly before pulling him down to kiss her lips. At the same time she thrust up against him, burying his thick length inside her. She let out a soft cry into his mouth and he pulled back to watch her face. "Mmm.. Yes... It's okay love," she said caressing his back as her thighs squeezed tightly around him. Charles smiled at her. Moving so slowly as he gazed down at her. Their eyes were locked, the love and connection passing between them as their hips began a rhythm. A tear rolled from Charles' eyes and landed on Elsie's cheek. He had dreamed of this moment for so many years, and never in his dreams did he imagine the intensity of love he felt at this moment. He had truly found his heaven in Elsie's arms.

Elsie brushed her thumb across his cheek, as she bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep her own tears at bay. She knew in this moment there was never another soul in this world for her. The thousands of books that lined the shelves of the great library at Downton could never tell a tale of love that would match the one they had found within each other. The love they shared was purer than the snow from heaven, deeper than the raging seas, and would last longer than the stars in the sky. She would be his love and he would be hers, for all eternity.
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Charles and Elsie lay wrapped in each others arms. Their lovemaking had been slow and beautiful. So intimate and intense, they were both left physically and emotionally exhausted. Charles kissed the top of her head and she sighed against his chest. He began to stroke along her back and bottom. His fingers trailing delicately across the top cleft of her bum. She giggled as he teased the sensitive skin on her sides. She purred when he reached around to stroke the soft skin of her breasts. Elsie threw her leg over Charles' hip and pressed her center against his thigh. She slid across him until she was laying flush on top of him, her head on his chest and her feet at his ankles. She was so small like this. So completely delicate, fragile, and womanly. He ran both hands up and down her naked body. Elsie could feel him growing hard beneath her. She lifted her head to look into his eyes. "Well now, Mr. Carson. I see... Or rather, I feel, that you are perhaps ready for more activities." She teased him, a big smile spreading across her face and lighting her eyes. Nothing made him burn with desire more, than hearing her still call him Mr. Carson. It seemed so foreign now, so completely naughty. As if they were doing something they should not be. But weren't they really. Taking a room in the middle of the day so they could share their bodies with one another.

Elsie smiled and drew herself up so she was straddling his thighs. Charles crossed his arms up under his head and stared up at her. "And what sort of activities do you have in mind, Mrs. Hughes? He said so deeply she could feel the lust in his voice.

Elsie dropped her hands down in front of her and stroked his long and thick member. "I'm not quite sure Mr. Carson. Perhaps you could go polish silver. No?" She said as he jerked into her hands. "Then maybe we could meet in the east wing. The Blue room, perhaps?" She teased seductively while trying to repress a giggle.

"Oh, you are a wicked little housekeeper." Charles growled, grabbing her waist and scooting her up his body. He lifted her over him and she guided herself slowly down his shaft. Throwing her head back and moaning deeply as she felt him fill her so completely. "Oh, Gods yes! You are a very wicked lass, Mrs. Hughes." Charles groaned as he thrusted his hips off the bed.

Elsie's hands came down onto his chest and her nails dug into his skin gently as she rolled her hips against him. Her soft, dark curls bounced over her breasts as she rode him faster and faster, her bottom rising and falling down upon him. "Mr. Carson! Ohhh... Mmm..."

Charles moved his hands from her hips and cupped her breasts. Kneading her mounds, while rubbing and pinching her soft pink nipples. He pulled up and took one into his mouth sucking hard on the sensitive peak, and Elsie cried out in response. She continued her rolling and grinding against him. Charles could feel himself tightening and he reached down between them and rubbed hard against her swollen nub. Elsie bit down on her lip and whimpered softly before coming hard against him. Her body shaking and trembling over him as he spilled himself into her. Still one, she slumped forward onto his chest. "If that's how you punish a housekeeper Mr. Carson, I think I'll enjoy being a wicked lass."

P.S. I may just squeeze another chapter out of this 'fun time at the inn'. After all, they haven't used the bath yet... ;) what do you think? As always, I'm open to suggestions and requests. Love to hear from my smart and sassy readers. :) xo