Toot Toot! All aboard the smut train heading to Chelsie Town :)

Happy Birthday to the wonderful, brilliant, and lovely, Hogwarts Duo!

Lots of love, Mona xoxo

Elsie slowly opened the door to the servants entrance. It was late and she had spent all day preparing herself to meet Charles again. After their evening together Elsie promptly fell right back in bed and curled up naked in the still warm sheets. Her body was humming. She had never felt so alive. She had pulled them around her and buried her face into the pillow where Charles had laid his head. It had still smelled of him. Pomade, soap...Charles. She drifted off with visions of him floating through her mind, and they hadn't stopped since she woke. She was completely infatuated. Embarrassingly so. Her heart pounded every time she thought of his body, how his weight felt on her, how he felt in her. She spent the day in heated arousal, flushed and with a constant blush to her cheeks and chest. If this is what love was, what passion was, she was surely never going to survive the intensity of it all. Even now, after a days worth of trying to control herself, she still felt like a mad woman. She took a deep breath and headed down into the house when a blonde head came popping out into the hall.

"Mrs. Hughes! It is you. I'd know that step anywhere." Anna exclaimed moving towards the woman and wrapping her in her arms.

"Oh my darling girl. How are you?" Elsie asked, holding her just as tight. She pulled back and still held her arms. "How do you find being Housekeeper?"

Anna smiled warmly, but it did not reach her eyes. "I am trying, Mrs. Hughes. I am. It has been quite a lot to take on. I wasn't even able to attend church on Sunday." Then giving her a broad grin. "But you! Look at you! You are positively glowing, Mrs. Hughes. You look lovely. Retirement is agreeing with you, I would say."

Elsie stroked her arm lovingly, she cared so deeply for the girl. "Enough of that now! Cheeky lass! How about I go to your sitting room and we'll see if I can lend a hand."

"Oh, Mrs. Hughes! Thank you so much." She could feel the tension leave Anna's slight body, and then the girl suddenly stopped and looked worried. "But I'm sure you will be busy with Mr. Carson. Certainly you came to visit with him." She smiled knowingly.

"Never you mind about Mr. Carson. He will be quite alright. Anyway, his door is shut and he'll be ringing the gong soon. We have a good few hours to ourselves." She winked at Anna and led her to her to her old sitting room, closing the door behind them.

Elsie and Anna worked on the ordering and rotas, Elsie teaching her little tricks and tips she hadn't picked up yet. They laughed and enjoyed one another's company, yet Elsie could sense the tension and unease Anna was feeling. Anna finally broke, tears coming to her eyes. "Mrs. Hughes...I don't think I can do this.."

"Oh Anna. Oh love, it's only been weeks. You're doing fine, my girl. I'm so proud of you." She stroked Anna's cheek and brushed a silky lock back around her ear.

Anna reached up and placed her own hand over Elsie's. She kissed Mrs. Hughes hand softly. "Thank you, Mrs. Hughes. Thank you for always being there for me. You are... You are so special to me. You are truly like a Mother to me."

"And you have always been a daughter to me, Anna. Always. I love you dearly, my darling girl." And they both cried softly as Elsie pulled Anna into her arms.

It was nearing time for Charles to be heading down from dinner and Elsie had already sent Anna and Bates home, promising them Charles would be more than fine with her decision. They both agreed happily, knowing the Butler would never contradict her, whether she still worked at the house or not. Elsie now found herself sitting happily in the kitchen with Beryl. When she first walked in Beryl had whistled loudly.

"Well, my, my, my. Look what the cat dragged in." Beryl said smiling, as she teased her good friend. "That green makes you look positively radiant, Mrs. Hughes. Any special reason for dressing up just to visit some old friends? Hmmm?" She laid it on quite thickly, and Elsie knew right away the woman had her suspicions, perhaps she even knew. Would Charles have already told her of their news? She enjoyed the compliments though. She had taken care in getting ready to see Charles again. The green dress hugged her nicely before flowing out at the hips. She knew Charles loved the dark green on her, once complimenting her many years ago on her choice of coat. His compliments back then were few and far between so she had taken each one to heart and kept them with her. She still found herself quite shocked at the reality of their new situation. Which of course Beryl had been more than happy to let her know she was quite aware of. "So when is the happy event to happen?"

"We haven't quite gotten that far. Charles was supposed to talk to his Lordship today. I'm fairly eager to find out what he said. I'm hoping they're supportive. I know how much it would mean to Charles to have the family behind him."

"And they will be. Of course, they will be. No need to worry." Beryl patted her hand reassuringly. "And I dare say, even if they are not... That Butler of yours will not be swayed from marrying you." And she smiled brightly at Elsie. Elsie smiled back just as they heard Charles' footsteps on the stairs. "That will be your man. How about you get to the servants hall and you can surprise him. I'll be saying goodnight. Enjoy yourselves..I'm certain you will." She called cheekily over her shoulder.

Elsie stood in the hall and waited for Charles to come off the stairs. Her stomach was tied in knots and she was almost shaking with nerves. She silently scolded herself for being so foolish. It was only Charles, her Charles, her man.. She felt a warmth spreading throughout her body as she laid eyes upon Charles again. Her mind flooded with thoughts of the previous night and she felt her legs weaken beneath her. She began to regained her composure as Charles came closer to her, a big smile on his face. He walked right up to her and put his hands at her waist. They were in the servants hall, for goodness sakes. She knew it was late and there was not much chance, but what if someone did come strolling through. The nervousness and embarrassment she feared he would have at seeing her again was definitely not an issue. The man that stood holding her was powerful and strong, confident in his love for her. He exuded strength, and his sheer masculinity made her weak in the knees. She placed her hands on Charles' chest. Time seemed to stand still. The house was completely quiet except the sounds of their heavy breaths. She looked up at him and their eyes locked, the smiles on their faces quickly turning serious. Elsie could see something in his eyes she had only just seen learned of last night..lust. His hand remained around her waist as the other reached up to gently touch her cheek. She would smile if a crippling shock had not consumed her. What was he doing? He couldn't be? Right now? Right here in the servants hall? He stroked her cheek gently with the pad of his thumb as he leaned his head down towards hers.

"Elsie." He whispered softly as his lips pressed gently against hers. They were as soft as he remembered. He took first her top, then bottom lip between his own. The taste of her mouth was sweet, her breaths intoxicating. She moved against him now, her lips meeting his, matching him taste for taste, breath for breath. Her hands slid around his neck and he moaned into her mouth. A deep grumble causing her to sigh and press even further into him. Her lips opened and invited him into the sweet heat of her mouth. The realization that they were in the open could not stop him from moving away, from ending the delicious desire he felt for the woman in his arms. He would have her right now if he could. His hands slid around the soft curve of her hip and he maneuvered her back towards the table. Bending slightly to cup her bottom he lifted her and set her down on the tables edge. Elsie frantically scrambled, pushing at his chest.

"Charles Carson!" She scolded him in hushed tones, her lilt sounding more like a purr, igniting his desire for her even more. Charles placed himself back between her thighs and kissed along her neck as she giggled happily, still attempting to protest his attentions. "We really shouldn't... Darling we... Oh Charles... No.. No.. Oh yes love, right there.." She felt his hands slowly sliding her dress up her legs and she found her center throbbing in anticipation. Could they? Would he? Right here on the servants hall table? How many times had she sat right at this table and dreamt of his hands all over her? His lips on hers. The fantasy was becoming reality and her good sense was lost as she found herself consumed with lust and love for the man before her. "Please Charles...I want you.. I need you."

Charles was lost in her. His hands ran along her thighs, the dark emerald cotton of her dress was soft, like her skin. He slowly began to pull it higher and higher, sliding it up and over her stockinged knees. The fact that was letting him do this caused his arousal to twitch and press tightly against his trousers. Gods, she was beautiful, and still such a mystery to him. He pushed himself against her center and she moaned softly and began to plead for him to take her. The desperation and desire in her voice nearly caused him to lose himself right then. His fingers slid between her thighs and he moved them towards her center. Something was missing. He glanced down as he slid her dress high up her thighs. Her thighs were bare. Where where her knickers? "Elsie, where are... What?"He said softly, his eyes widening in shock. Sliding his hands further towards her center his fingers found her silky slit, so wet and burning for him. "You will be the death of me." He murmured against her lips as he unfastened his trousers. He hurriedly pulled down his shorts, freeing his large throbbing member from its confines. Elsie reached between them, her fingers gliding along his stiff shaft. Charles grabbed her bottom with both hands and drew her to the edge of the table as he pushed in closer. Elsie guided him into her welcoming heat. Her tight, wet, center enveloping him and causing him to groan out deeply and lay his head against her shoulder. He sucked along the sweet skin of her neck and chest as he thrust into her. His body finding a perfect rhythm to match her moans, her heavy breaths, her rolling hips.

"Charles.. Yes.. You make me feel so good love." Elsie purred into his ear as she urged him along. She felt his arousal sliding in and out of her, so smoothy. Her body already adjusting and knowing him. Welcoming their joining as if they were always meant to be like this. Her hands fell from his neck and moved behind her. Pressing against the table to steady her body as he began to take her with strong and hard thrusts. He bent over her and kissed and sucked softly at her neck and chest. His hands kneading her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress and brassiere. "Yes...Charles.. Mmmm." She began to softly cry out as she felt herself peaking. She bit down hard on her lip as she convulsed beneath him, waves of pleasure running through her body. She could feel her center clenching Charles' arousal tightly, grabbing at him, pulling him into his own sweet release. She wondered if she could just... She tightened the muscles of her center around him. Clenching harder and quicker.

"Elsie... What? Ohhh... Ohhhh.." Charles couldn't stop himself from release, when he felt her steady throbbing around him. Then she tightened further, over and over, taking him. The extreme pleasure, almost painful. He fell forward as he felt his legs shake, his hands moved around her to grasp the table. When he was finally able to function, he opened his eyes to find Elsie's hands around his waist, carefully gathering up his trousers and smiling as if she'd just won a prize at the fair.

"Mr. Carson, I must say, if we keep going on like this, we'll have ourselves worn out before the honeymoon." She playfully teased him as she buckled his belt. She giggled happily and Charles' heart felt as if it would burst. He loved her more than mere words could convey.

He gently took her smiling face between his hands and raised her chin to look at him. "I love you more than words can say. More than my body can express. I love you taller than the mountains and deeper than the seas. Elsie, my dearest, I promise you, no man has ever loved, as I love you."

Elsie held her breath as his words enveloped her heart. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she watched his eyes, so full of love for her. She kissed away the tears on his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally his waiting lips. She knew there would be no need to worry of their love or lust wearing out. For theirs was a love beyond all others. Their hearts had traveled a long winding road, occasionally meeting time and again, and now finally joining as one. Never to part..

This would make a lovely ending... However, I don't think Charles and Elsie's story is quite over yet...TBC...

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