I wrote this entirely on my iPad keyboard…part of the reason it took two days. LORD..these two! This is STEAMY, very intimate and SPOON SEX!

The evening slips into night. Elsie had finally fallen asleep for awhile, nestled next to Charles who had been snoring quite contentedly since making love early in the evening.

She had left the bed to tidy the room, pick up their discarded garments. Housekeeping was indeed a part of her. She pulled his white starched shirt on and wrapped herself in it. The essence of him still lingering there. For a brief moment, that familiar yearning, wanting, came back and she closed her eyes remembering the many nights she lay awake in the loneliness of her bedroom, his scent lingering in her senses. She glanced to his sleeping form wishing he was awake. She needed him.

Elsie was contemplative for a moment and decided to see how asleep he was. She removes his shirt and slips in next to him running her fingers lightly across his belly. She kisses his back and he begins to stir. Charles turns over, facing her, giving her a sleepy smile and draping his arm over her hip. Elsie kisses him and reaches her hand down to caress his most sensitive place, leaving no question about what she wants.

"Mmmmm..." He groans and tightens his jaw. "We missed supper sweetheart."

"I don't need food." Her voice is low and throaty. She kisses him hard on the mouth, her tongue finding his. It wasn't long before he was hard and needing her as bad. Charles positioned himself behind her, his belly warm and soft, pressed to her lower back, guiding his manhood to find her opening. He entered her with much greater ease and the sensation was almost too much for her. Elsie arched her back and rested her top leg back over his hip. She covered his large hand, which was now cupping her breast, with hers and moaned with each thrust. To prolong the intense feeling Charles would halt his movement enough to slow down his impending climax, this allowed her to reach hers twice before he did.

They lay intertwined together with the sheets, damp with the labor of their love making. Elsie had cried, overcome with the emotion of becoming one with this man whom she had loved and adored for the better part of her adult life. Charles held her so tenderly understanding where her tears stemmed from. He felt it too. He nuzzled her neck and spoke such sweet, endearing, words, fraught with passion and love for her. "Vous m'accomplissez, mon tresor" he whispers against her ear.

Elsie strokes his face and a smile lights up her blue eyes. "Oh love, you are just full of surprises! French?" She asks surprised.

He gave her that lopsided grin, the one that melted her. "A wee bit."

"Tell me what you said?" She cooed.

"You complete me, my treasure." His voice was smooth and sincere.

She touches his lips with her fingertips, their faces just a breath apart. "Oh how lucky I am...my lover...you're so good...so good," she breathes, kissing him over and over.

They drift off holding each other and make love once more before dawn. The anxiety, nerves and fears of yesterday gradually dissipated with each kiss, every impassioned touch, and every time Charles filled her.

Elsie watched him leave the bed to go relieve himself. His naked body, lovely and strong. She smiled knowing he was hers. Soon they realized they were ravished and ordered a breakfast fit for a king. Elsie slipped her shift over her head not bothering with her knickers while Charles put his shorts on. They ate on the bed, laughed and fed each other, kissed and drank champagne from the night before. They took a bath together and played with the phone on the wall like they were school kids.

"Don't wear it!" Charles blurted out as he sat in the chaise and watched Elsie get dressed. She turned to him, holding the corset in her hand. "It's a pain in the ass and I would like to be able to feel you when I wrap my arm around you later." Those chocolate brown eyes smiling at her.

Elsie stood and stared back at herself in the mirror. She thought 'to hell with it, the young girls are doing away with them completely. I can go one day without it!' Charles had gotten so aroused watching her put on her garter and hose that he had to leave the room. She had laughed at him and promised when she took them off, he could follow through with it.

Soon they left the luxury of their hotel room and spent the day, sightseeing. Charles was very familiar with London but Elsie not as much. He loved showing her the places he went on his half day while there during the season. He showed her St Paul's and his favorite pub on Trafalgar Square. The streets were crowded and many more people than Charles ever remembered. The war had brought much change and London was experiencing an economic downturn. They stopped at Selfridge & Co. Motors, Charles was an admirer of motor cars and while Elsie could care less, it made her smile to see his enthusiasm and knowledge about them. Charles told her it was a dream of his to own one after he retired. She thought it silly but surely would never say.

They walked around the open markets and picnicked in St James Park. Charles took his jacket off and spread it out for Elsie to sit on. They kissed openly and both talked of the liberated feeling they had to be able to love without boundaries. Charles was far less concerned with preserving the past and the old ways than he was a week ago. He was happy, truly happy, for the first time in his life.

"I've reserved a table for us at 8 Els." Charles relaxed in the chaise reading the newspaper. He heard her come out of the bathroom, where she had taken another bath to relax. She loved that he was finding these endearing pet names for her, mostly she loved the comfort of being married to him. She purposefully draped the plush towel haphazardly around her, letting her breast stay exposed and paraded by him. He dropped one corner of the paper and peered around it. His gaze awarded with the site of his half naked wife. He quickly pulled his watch out of his pocket. '6:40. Enough time to get one in?' He wondered to himself. Elsie sauntered back by him but squealed with laughter when he yanked the towel away. It pulled her back toward him and she fell into his arms on the lounger. "You little kitten!" He kissed her and fondled her breasts.

"What about our dinner reservations, darling?"

"We should practice!" He waggled those thick eyebrows and gave her one of his characteristic looks.

Elsie turned around quickly, straddling him and started pulling at the buttons on his trousers. Charles jumped into action as well, yanking at his tie and shirt buttons. Soon they we're naked, kissing, sucking, licking, biting every inch they could possibly touch. He flipped her over, pulling her down toward the end of the chaise. She eagerly spread her legs for him to enter and winced in pain when he did. "Just relax baby." Charles waited until she was stretched to accommodate him. He leaned down and took her breast in his mouth then shifted his weight high against her sensitive little button. He pressed in and up to put pressure there. Elsie moaned with pleasure. She climaxed very quickly and he wasn't far behind. "Oh Char...oh...Charles.." She gasped his name, cupping his firm buttocks and pulling him deeper into her. He began to move quicker, his thrusting erratic and she knew he was close. She pulled her legs up higher to allow him more penetration and held him close as he swelled inside her, the pulsing of his warm seed spreading throughout her most intimate place causes her to cry out and climax again.

Charles lies spent on top of her, struggling to return to normal. "If I didn't know better, I would think you've put as much time into being a great lover as you having running Downton!" She teased.

"I've practiced every night in my dreams with you sweetheart," he answers.

TBC….Whew! ;)