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Could this beautiful woman before him be offering everything he only dreamed he could ever have from her? The fact that she wanted him in this way, thrilled him and fills him with such a feeling of masculinity and power. He kisses her hard, with all the passion and adoration he can express. He wants her in this way more than anything, but will not rush into this. He doesn't feel he has the right to take something so special from her? To share this unbelievably special moment with her, then leave her and head back to Downton? When they do finally come together in this way he wants to be able to hold her all night in his arms. Have her stay in his arms with no regrets or the sadness of parting. No hesitation, guilt, or shame. He wants her to be his in name, by law, under God. He will be content for now to kiss her soft and sensual lips and caress her beautiful body. A pleasure he will deny neither of them. He will be sure to please and satisfy her as best he can. He kisses along her smooth shoulder, pulling the small red buttons from their holes. Sliding the silky red fabric down her shoulder, he places delicate kisses along her beautiful freckled skin. She tastes of everything he never knew, he always wanted. It would be so hard to keep himself controlled. How could he stop himself from kissing and tasting every inch of her body. She shifted and her dress slipped even further down her bosom, exposing the white lace of her shift.. oh, but this was no shift he'd seen before.. And he had felt with his own hands that she wore no corset beneath the soft fabric of her dress. He looked down to see the lace pulled tight across her breasts, a satin ribbon meeting in the valley between them. He immediately wanted to rip the dress from her and explore her body. To see what enticing garments lay beneath, and what lay beneath them as well. "Elsie.. Mmm.. Love." He groaned deeply against her lips as he once again took them with his own.
Her fingers were at his shirt, steadily undoing the buttons down his chest. She slipped her hands inside, her smooth palms and sharp nails dragging gently across the soft hair and firm broadness of his chest. She was more than ready for anything he was willing to give her. She sighed softly as he kissed along her neck and shoulder. Undoing the buttons along her shoulder to pull her dress even further down. She shifted and exposed the top of her brassiere, a new purchase along with the dresses. It made her feel womanly and beautiful, and was so much less restricting than her corset. He groaned her name as his lips found hers once more. His tongue teasing as his teeth nipped gently at her lips. She pushed him back, her own teeth nibbling as she kissed first his top,then bottom lip. Toying with him, pulling back, then taking him firmly. Her hands moved up his chest to his shoulders and she pushed his shirt fully open as she moved over him, placing a knee over his lap so she was straddling him. Charles was instantly rock hard against her and she moaned loudly when her center brushed up against him. Elsie could feel a tight wanting and need in her stomach and center that she had never experienced so intensely before. Her instinct was to clamp her thighs together, but straddling his large lap she thrust forward, rubbing herself against his hardness. She whimpered softly, her lust and wantonness surprising even herself.
"Oh Gods Elsie!" Charles groaned loudly as he kissed and sucked his way down her neck and chest. Elsie's hands were in his hair, holding him to her as his mouth moved along the top of the soft creamy skin of her breasts. He was powerless against her as she pushed against him. Torturing him as she again began grinding gently into his lap. She reached down between them and her hands went to his belt, unfastening it and pulling it apart. "Elsie.. We shouldn't love... Oh Elsie.. Mmmm.. Love..Ohh.." Her fingers brushed against his hard shaft, sending a jolt through his entire body. He shuddered beneath her and she laughed softly. She had always enjoyed the control and power she had over him. He tried holding back. When was he ever able to deny her her every wish? He would bend to her every want and desire, as he always had. Oh, how she could still surprise him even after all these years together. So completely sensual, so unlike her usual prim self... Unlike he's ever seen her. She's always so poised and proper, or angry and fiery, even soft and caring. But this was so new. She was fierce, yet playful. Sweet and innocent, yet so very lustful and sexual. My God..She was everything to him. Like a beautiful rose finally blossoming. Opening her soft petals and baring her true soul and need. But he could not have her like this. Not yet...He reached down and took her hands in his, bringing them to his mouth and kissing along her knuckles. "Not like this, love... Not when I have to walk out the door and return to Downton... You deserve more...I would like to able to take my time with you. To truly love you as you deserve to be loved."
"Oh Charles." Elsie let her forehead fall down onto his. Their breaths still coming out in shallow pants, she slowly eased off his lap. Looking away from him, she pulled up her dress and did the buttons at her shoulder. Charles reached for her hands, wanting to pull her back to him. To his surprise and hurt, Elsie did not take them. Instead, clasping them together at her waist, a sure sign of her unease. "I'm sorry Charles...I don't know what came over me. I..I...When you said.." She stopped herself and looked around, anywhere but at him. He could see the hurt in her eyes. How could she think he didn't want her?
"Elsie no." He pleaded. "Elsie..I want you more than anything in this world...I just...I cannot do this to you." He could see the hurt in her eyes begin to fade into something else. He could see less of Elsie, and more of Mrs. Hughes, the beautiful, but formidable housekeeper of Downton Abbey. He could feel the walls erecting between them once again.
"I know, Mr. Carson. It wouldn't be right." Elsie stated rather plainly and it scared him. "You should be heading back to the house. It's getting late and I wouldn't want aspersions to be cast upon your character." Her voice was getting tighter and more fierce, her Scottish lilt more pronounced. "I'm sure the house needs you more than I!"
"Elsie, love. You know that's not what I meant." Charles pleaded softly. He wasn't certain how to respond. What exactly she needed to hear?
"Do I? Because from where I stand, I don't see how this could ever work. You said yourself you cannot do this to me. What am I suppose to take from that? I'd say it's fairly obvious you think this is all a mistake. How would we even do this Charles? You've no intention of leaving your precious house, nor being my clandestine lover." She was hurt and furious, and finally speaking everything she wished to say. She felt completely hopeless. How would they ever do this? They were destined to fail before they even started.
"It most certainly will work! This is not a mistake, Mrs. Hughes!" Charles stood, his face reddening and deep voice rumbling. How could she even think this? His heart was racing in his chest. How could he gain everything he ever wanted and lose it all in the same night? He would not let her push him away. He had to make her see she is what matters most to him. Of course he loves that bloody house and the family in it, but she is his real family. His whole world. Elsie turned her back on him and he went to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him, whispering in her ear. "We will find a way. Together. I love you Elsie." He turned her in his arms, looking into her eyes. "I want to be more than just your lover... And if I have to leave the house to do so, I will." He brushed her hair back from her face and gently kissed her swollen lips. "Elsie.. If I have learned one thing since your leaving, it's that my home is wherever you are."
"What are you saying Charles?" Elsie asked softly, her mind racing. Charles stooped down and lifted her up into his arms. Elsie gasped! "Charles! What are you doing?" She couldn't keep the smile from her lips.
"I'm saying that I'm marrying you Elsie Hughes... And I won't be going back to Downton this evening." Charles leaned down to kiss her, leaving her no doubt of the sincerity of his proclamation. He smiled down at her wickedly. "Now... Which way is your bedroom?"
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