I mean it IS their honeymoon ya'll! J

Elsie stepped from the bathroom and Charles' breath caught in his throat. He was speechless at the sight of her.

She swayed over to him and stepped up and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for my perfume. I love it."

He breathed her in and closed his eyes in revelry. "Oh my dear...I've never seen you more beautiful. And you smell good enough to eat." He placed a tender kiss in that creamy space between her collar bone and neck.

Elsie had purchased an evening gown the same day she purchased her wedding dress. She typically made all her dresses but she didn't have time to create something elegant enough for London. It was midnight blue silk with sheer organza sleeves and cut with a sweetheart neckline instead of her usual high collared dresses and it made her blue eyes come alive. "My beauty, that color makes your eyes more beautiful than ever," Charles observed. She wore a simple piece of silver jewelry around her neck and her beloved wedding ring. Her lips were painted with a soft red and her eyes lightly lined, her cheeks pinched with just a hint of rouge. It wasn't customary for housekeepers to wear makeup but she had determined she was going to live like the rest of society while away from Downton. This decision was paying off in more ways than one. It not only liberated her and made her feel sexy and alive; she was thrilled to do this for him for she knew it made him happy to see her this way. It also took her mind off of her pending health.

Charles dressed in black tie. Elsie brushed his lapels. "Mmm...You, my handsome husband, make me want to stay here and do naughty things all evening." His face was freshly shaven and his aftershave was clean and light. Her eyes sparkled, gazing up at him.

"You will get no argument from me, my love. I could spend the rest of my days in bed with you." He squeezed her bottom and caressed her ear with his lips.

She giggled and swatted his behind. "We should eat though."

"I suppose." Charles wrapped her stole around her and held his arm out for her to take. "Off we go."

"What is this?" Charles inquired of the waiter at the River Restaurant, inside the Savoy, when he brought the finest bottle of their house wine.

"A bottle of our house finest, sir." He handed Charles a note.

'My dear Carson, you've been picking my wine every evening for the last 30 years, it seems only fitting to pick yours this evening.' Lord Grantham.

A smile spreads across Charles' face and he nods to the waiter.

The waiter poured a small amount in Charles' glass, he swirled it around and sniffed, tasted it. "Excellent."

Elsie smiled and fell deeper in love, admiring him in his element. He was a connoisseur of fine wine, fine things, even if it was by trade.

They enjoyed a lovely dinner, held hands while they ate and kissed every now and then, across the table. It was the finest meal either of them could remember ever having. Dessert was a decadent chocolate cake that acted as an aphrodisiac for them both. Charles was aroused and amused at Elsie's inability to contain her lust for it. "Oh...this is the most delicious thing I've ever eaten."

Elsie's eyes rolled back as she licked the chocolate from the spoon. Charles reached across the table and fed her another bite just to watch her. "Baby...you're giving me a rise. You must stop that now!" He whispered and she giggled.

They left the restaurant, extremely satisfied and took a walk along the Thames. Of course they walked hand in hand and kissed whenever the urge hit them, which was often. Elsie laid her head on his shoulder and warmed her hands with his. He had removed his coat, much to her protest, to wrap around her as the night air was chilly.

"Shall we go dancing my dear?" Charles inquired.

Elsie did not consider herself a great dancer but enjoyed the dances she had attended. "I would love to."

They returned to the hotel and decided to stop at the American Bar first, intrigued by its name and decor and needing refreshment.

"What's your pleasure milady?" he teased and placed a hot kiss behind her ear as he pulled a chair out for her to sit in.

"Mmm...Surprise me, love." Elsie reached up behind her and cupped his cheek in her palm.

"How is your evening, sir?" The bartender asked Charles as he approached the beautiful oak bar.

"It is a fine evening. I am on my honeymoon with the most beautiful woman in Britain." Charles' chest swelled with pride.

"Oh fine evening indeed then, Sir. Congratulations on your nuptials. What can I serve you?"

"What would you suggest for my Scottish lass?"

The man stood thinking for a moment then spoke, "How about an Athol Brose; a classic Scottish cocktail?"

"Sounds grand and I'll have a scotch without water."

After 3 of the delicious cocktails Elsie was drunk and Charles was completely amused, watching her. He knew they would not make it to the ballroom next door and wondered if they could make it to the room without having to carry her.

"Charsssssls." She started giggling uncontrollably. "Did you hear me? I called you...Cha...Char..."

Charles could not help but laugh but he was afraid she was going to make a spectacle of them both if he didn't get her out of there soon. "Darling, let's go to the room." He stood to help her up.

"WHAT ABOUT DANCING?!" her voice was loud and boisterous.

"Shhh...Darling...we will dance later. Come now." Charles wrapped his arm tightly around her waist and led her to the lift to take them to their room.

"Oh baaaaby." Elsie fell into Charles' chest and reached down and grabbed his crotch and made him jump. "I want you..." she slurred.

"Okay...okay...let's just get to the room." He leads her out of the lift.

They spill into the room, Elsie falling in behind him, giggling again. "Charllles...I'm DRUNK!" she announces. "What...was...in..." her voice trailed off as she kicked off her shoes and started to strip her clothes off.

She had dressed in the peach chemise, under her evening gown, thinking that the night might get a little steamy once they returned and she wanted him to see the gift she had planned to give him so long ago but was too embarrassed.

She struggled to get the zipper down on her dress and Charles walked over to help her. It soon slipped, effortlessly, off of her shoulder and down her body to the floor.

Charles felt that familiar stirring in his loins, noticing the sheer lingerie. He was already aroused from her frisky behavior. "Elsie Carson, you are a little minx!"

Elsie sauntered over to him, hooking her finger in the front of his trousers. She walked him backwards until the back of his knees hit the chaise lounge and it forced him down. She knelt on the floor in front of him and began to unbutton his trousers. Her inhibitions lowered because of the alcohol, she pulls his manhood out and brings it to her lips.

"Oh Elsie….baby…you don't have to….uh…oh…." Charles was shocked and struggled to get the words out.

Elsie caressed his shaft with her mouth until he was rock hard then stood up, stumbled and almost fell over. With heavy lids, she bent down and kissed him, giggling and drowsy with desire. She reached down to unbutton her chemise and before he had hardly recovered from her oral administrations, she straddled him and used her hand to guide him inside her. "Ah yes…yesssss…..that's my big boy." She sung.

Charles gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes closed, reveling in her uninhibited state. "Oh Gods….oh Els….." Charles grabbed her hips and helped guide her. It wasn't long before he reached his end; she collapsed on top of him.

Charles helped her to the bed, covered her body and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Sleep now my kitten."

TBC…