Sorry about the long wait, my sweet readers and reviewers. I hope you all remember where we left off. I believe a certain Housekeeper and Butler had finally experienced a little M action ;). Well, here's some more! Enjoy! :) This chapter is for my pal GeordieLass. Hope I got this posted before your bedtime ;) Lots of love, Mona xoxo
Charles and Elsie lay wrapped in each others embrace. Their hands caressing slowly over bare skin, still learning the feeling of touching one another, of being touched. Legs happily intertwined, neither knowing where one stopped and the other began. Their foreheads pressed softly together sharing the same sweet, panting, breaths. Elsie spoke first, trying to find the words to convey the sheer satisfaction and pleasure that still tingled through her body. "Charles... I never imagined...I've never felt..."
Charles pulled back, looking into her eyes before placing a soft kiss upon her swollen lips. "Nor I, my darling." He slid his hand from her back to cup her face, his masculine hands so gentle against her skin, as if she were a delicate piece of crystal. He propped himself up on one elbow to look down into her deep blue eyes, their naked bodies still pressed so tightly together, so warm and completely perfect. "Elsie...I meant what I said...about wanting this with you..about marrying you... I have a ring." He spoke so honestly and from his heart, stumbling along so adorably nervous, that she thought she would cry. He ran his fingers along her bare arm, taking her hand and placing a kiss along her ring finger. "Elsie Hughes, you are the only woman I have ever truly loved. I have loved you and you alone for over twenty years. Would you finally take pity on this old man and do me the great honor of becoming my wife?"
Elsie ran her fingers along his soft silver hairline and down along his chiseled jaw. He was doing this properly. She knew he would. That he would know she would not be told to do anything, no matter how much she would want to. He would give her the upper hand, as always. His soft lips kissed along her finger as he asked her to become his wife. "Yes, Charles Carson, it would be my honor to become your wife... And thank you for asking." She said as she smirked back up at his smiling face. He bent and kissed her lips. So soft and gentle at first, then deepening and reigniting a fire inside them both. Their hands were once again moving along each others bodies. Charles grabbed ahold of Elsie's thigh and wrapped her leg over his hip. Elsie pressed against him wantonly, she could feel his hardness pushing against the soft curls of her center. She pulled back and they lay side by side, gazing into each others eyes. "Charles, we should stop. This has been wonderful. And as much as I don't want this night to end... I think you should go back to the house."
His eyes widened and he began to rise, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his body still turned towards her. His deep voice rough and low. She could hear the sadness in his tone. "I won't Elsie! I won't leave you! Not after this... Not after...after we made love." He turned away from her, sitting at the edge of the bed. She knew he was conflicted. His love and desire for her and his loyalty to the house would eat him alive if she didn't guide him. Elsie brought herself closer and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her naked breasts into his solid back. She placed loving kisses along his shoulder. "Oh Gods, Elsie. How can I ever leave you? Leave this?" He turned and rolled them back onto the bed, pinning her onto the crisp white sheets. She smiled seductively and lifted her head, nipping softly at his lips. "Never... I'm never leaving your side again." He whispered softly as he kissed her hard and hurried.
Elsie kissed him back with equal fervor, desperate and hungry for more of him. She would take him again, quickly if she had to. One last time before she sent him away and they parted. Her hands wrapped around his broad back and her fingernails dug their way into his flesh as he pressed into her and thrust slowly. She urged him on pushing and grinding against him. Calling his name so loudly she was glad she had no neighbors within earshot. "Mmm.. Charles.. Yes... Oh please!"
Hearing her beg for more of him he increased the pace of his thrusts as she moved her hips against him. He watched her beneath him, writhing and thrusting, taking him. He wondered what it would be like to have her in complete control. Staying with her, he rolled them so Elsie was on top. She pushed up from his chest and smiled down at him, her long, soft curls falling around her face. She began to grind against him, then slowly pulled up and down his shaft, riding him and rolling her hips. He watched her face, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes fluttering shut with pleasure. Her full breasts moving up and down with every roll of her hips. Charles reached up and held them in his hands, softly kneading the firm flesh. His fingers playing with their pink tips. Elsie sighed and whimpered, her hands falling onto his chest and her nails biting into his skin. To think she would leave a mark on his body only spurred him on more. His bucked up against her and moved his hand to her center. His thumb running tight circles against the swollen nub at her slit. Elsie immediately began to shudder beneath his touch and release her lip. Panting, she fell forward onto his chest as he thrust up into her one final time. He held her tight to him and stroked up and down her back. "You're so beautiful, Elsie... You make me feel.." He couldn't find the words to finish, but she did make him feel. Feel more than he ever felt in his life. He never wanted to let go of her. He would be happy to keep her in his arms forever. Just the two of them.
Elsie placed soft kisses in the silky graying curls of Charles' chest as he caressed the smooth skin of her back. She glanced at the clock. It was nearing three in the morning. If she had any chance of saving both their reputations she would have to get him off to the house. He would just make it before Ivy would be getting up.
"Dearest?" Charles says in barely a whisper.
"I know you do, Charles." She reads his mind. Doesn't she always. She pulls up from his chest and looks at him. His eyes are sad and worried. "Lets get you going. You have to go back tonight...or should I say this morning. I should think you have something of great importance to discuss with his Lordship and Ladyship."
He smiled up at her. "That I do, love... But there is only one problem with my leaving."
"And what is that?" Elsie said sharply. A bit worried he was losing his nerve.
Charles face was serious, his voice deep. "Well you see. I have a very lovely...and very naked Scotswoman, sitting on top of me." His hands went to her sides and gently tickled her bare flesh.
Elsie laughed at his teasing and bent back down over him, her lips covering his. Gently tugging his lower lip into her mouth and running her tongue along it. Oh, he would pay for his teasing. She rolled her hips against him and slid her breasts along his chest. When she had him groaning beneath her and certain his desire for her had been relit, she stopped suddenly. "Now I better get off you Charles or you'll never be able to leave this bed." Elsie teased, as she pushed up from Charles, taking the sheet with her. He watched as she wrapped it around her body and stood up from the bed leaving him lying naked across the white sheets. She looked back at him and glanced over his bare form. His lust for her was now more than evident.
"Oh...I should think not, lass." He smirked at her. "Come give me one last kiss." And Charles grabbed at her sheet, smiling as it fell away. Elsie smiled back down at him before turning and grabbing for her dressing gown from the door. Charles immediately stood and reached out for her. Grabbing her around the waist and pulling her back into his lap. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her flush against him. His arousal pressing against her bottom. He brushed her hair aside and kissed along the soft skin of her neck. "You're so beautiful Elsie. And you taste so good...Every part of you." He added as he wrapped his arm around her and his fingers moved along the silky wet slit of her center. His hands went to her thighs and spread them. He eased her up and guided her back down, his thick shaft sliding into her from behind.
Elsie moaned softly as she slid down his hard arousal. "Oh Charles! Mmmm... Ohhh." Her back arched as she began to move slowly. With his hands guiding her hips she rode him. Driving down hard and fast, his solid shaft caressing a foreign spot inside of her that felt like nothing before. "Charles...stop..it's too much..I"
"So good love.. You're perfect... It's alright love." He gripped her hips more firmly and moved her against him faster as she began to tremble and fall forward. Her hands landing on his knees for support. She rolled her bottom against him as her release came intensely and slowly. The pulsating through her body, lingering and washing over her. She felt him tense behind her and knew he was following her in this bliss. He pulled her up and back against his chest. His arms wrapping around her and finding her breasts. He held her tightly. "I love you so much... You are so very beautiful." He kissed along her neck and shoulders. "You are perfection Elsie ...I knew it would be like this... I knew you would be everything..."
Elsie turned in his arms. "And you are quite a surprise, Charles Carson." She smiled and kissed his cheek, lips, brow. "A extraordinarily pleasant surprise." She stood in front of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Come on love. I'll go make a quick tea while you get your things on." She placed a kiss on his forehead and pulled away. Sliding her soft blue dressing gown from its hook and wrapping it around her body, she glanced back once more to see Charles gazing at her from his seat on the bed. She smiled and headed to the kitchen.
Charles watched her leave and reluctantly gathered his clothes from around her room. The smile on his face could not be helped. He had never felt so good in all his life. Elsie Hughes was to be his wife. Finally. After all these years. And he had held her, kissed her, and shown her his love... More than once, he thought proudly, and his smile grew even larger. He quickly put on his shorts and trousers, socks and shoes. Putting on his no-longer crisp white shirt, he headed out towards the kitchen. He found his jacket, tie, collar, and vest, laid out upon the back of the settee, and couldn't stop a smile from coming to his face. Would she lay out his clothes when they wed? He quietly made his way to the kitchen where he found Elsie at the counter, pulling a piece of toast from her ridiculous toaster and slathering it with jam. He snuck up behind her and wrapped her in his arms. "I cannot wait until we can spend every morning in just this way."
Elsie reached back and ran her fingers through his already ruffled hair. "Nor I, Charles. But until then, my darling, you must take your memory of this night with you."
"Oh, I most definitely will. You can be sure of that." And he spun her in his arms and buried his face in her neck, whispering his adoration for her body and the night they shared. Elsie giggled naughtily in his ear as she blushed.
She pushed him off playfully and swatted his chest. "Now eat this, drink this, and get going my man. Can you not see the sun is starting to come up? You may be able to fool that silly Ivy, but certainly not Beryl." She witnessed the terror spread over his face at the thought of a questioning from Beryl Patmore. Charles quickly shoved the toast in his mouth and gulped down the tea in one drink. Elsie giggled as she watched the gears turning in his head. She wasn't so worried about losing him to his position, not now. Not after all walls they had pulled down between them. She felt a security in them she hadn't ever before. She followed him out into the sitting room and watched him pull on his vest and jacket, before placing his tie and collar in his pocket.
Charles put his tie and collar in his pocket and looked down at his beautiful Elsie. Her hair was unruly and wild, much like the fiery lover he now knew she was. Her thin blue robe held little to the imagination, and he wanted nothing more than to pull it from her body and take her once more. How would he ever last without her? When would he be able to see her next? To be able to hold her in his arms? To kiss her soft lips? He pulled her back into his arms. "I love you Elsie Hughes. More than anything in this world. Come to the house tomorrow..today. Please?"
"I'll try, Charles. But I'm not so sure that's a good idea. I think it may give us away." Elsie said sensibly, as she pulled back from him and smiled sweetly. She opened the door and Charles walked out. Turning around one last time, he took her hand in his.
"I seem to find myself not caring one bit. In fact, I cannot wait until the world knows you are mine." And he brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "I shall see you soon, my love."
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Tom Branson walked along happily. He enjoyed being away from the house and on his own. The early hours of the morning would usually find him meeting with local farmers and the like. Today he had just left the Douglas farm when he stalled out flat. Unable to make the repairs, he decided to head back to the Abbey for help. He was just coming upon Mrs. Hughes' new cottage and though it was early, he was hopeful he'd see a light on. He'd love nothing more than catching up with the wonderful woman who had become like a Mother to him since his arrival at Downton so many years ago. He had missed her presence at the big house more than he could say. Although apparently not as much as a certain Butler, he thought to himself with a smile. He had seen the changes in the stiff and sturdy Mr. Carson, and as he looked at the doorway of Mrs. Hughes cottage, he now knew why. Standing in her doorway was said Butler. Tom watched as Mr. Carson kissed Mrs. Hughes' hand and tipped his hat, bidding his goodbye. That was an unusually early visit, Tom thought. As he walked closer, he noticed Mrs. Hughes wearing nothing but a robe, her long curls pulled over her shoulder. But wait, she was calling him back. He heard her call "Charles" and was a bit taken back. He stopped and watched Mr. Carson, Charles, walk back to Mrs. Hughes. Tom had never seen such a bright smile on her face as she grabbed Mr. Carson by the lapels and pulled him in for a kiss that lasted far too long to be considered appropriate or tame, under any circumstances. Tom smiled broadly and nearly laughed from the sheer joy he found in seeing the happiness the Butler and Housekeeper so obviously found in each other.
Uh oh...busted! :) hee hee