Hello again, darlings!

Time for another NERWAC update, and it's been quite a while since the last chapter was uploaded. I've been so taken with my other WIP that this one has been in the shadows for a while. But I promised to write at least one more chapter of this before going back to school next week's Wednesday, I did just that!

This is quite a lengthy chapter! And it's got a lot of stuff for you. We've got some happy Chelsie, but of course (knowing me) there is also a bit of angst and a SMUT WARNING! Yes, you heard me right! My third venture into the land of sexy Chelsie! So, if that's not your thing, avert your eyes!

But now, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it. And don't forget to leave me a review to let me know how I did. Stay safe, and I'll see you soon with more Chelsie! Love you!

Sunday 28th of August 1929, the Carsons' cottage

Elsie was surprised to find her husband and Mabel in the kitchen the next morning.

"What's this?", she asked when she saw a wooden basket on the kitchen table.

"Oh, your highness.", Mabel curtsied when she heard the princess in the doorway.

Elsie waved her hand as a dismissal. Mabel still hadn't learned to treat her as an equal in private, she had to smile at that.

"Good morning, my darling.", Charles approached his wife with a bright smile on his face.

"Good morning."

He put his arm around her middle and pulled her in for a kiss. Good morning, indeed, Elsie thought happily.

"Did you sleep well?", he asked, looking at her lovingly.

"I did.", she answered gleefully, but continued in a whisper so that he was the only one who heard what she had to say next."I should hope so, after what you did to me last night."

A blush rose to his cheek, and he coughed awkwardly, earning a hearty laugh from his wife. She gave his arm a squeeze and turned to Mabel:

"What's the basket for?"

"Oh, your highness, it's for a picnic.", Mabel said promptly.

"A picnic?", Elsie turned her face towards her husband again, his blush now almost gone."Charlie, what's this?"

"A surprise.", he simply smiled- a proud smile, she noted.

"Well, I'm surprised alright! You're such a darling."

"I'm glad I managed to surprise you. Mabel was great help."

Elsie wasn't surprised to hear that, and she turned to address her maid.

"I don't know what we'd do without you, Mabel. You're a dream come true.", she breathed.

"Not at all, your highness. It's my pleasure."

Mabel truly was a kind soul.

"Now, my darling wife, are you hungry enough for a breakfast picnic or shall I draw you a bath first?", Charles whispered, planting a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"I'm very hungry so the bath can wait. I'll just get changed and then we can head out.", she smiled.

"Your wish is my command, your majesty."

He was teasing her, and she gave his arm a gentle pat:

"Oh stop it, Mr. Carson, and let me get dressed."

Thoroughly excited and with the help from Mabel, Elsie got dressed in a flower-patterned day dress and a beautiful straw hat. Her hair remained loosely around her shoulders, in a way she knew her husband preferred it. And the couple set out in the warm summer air in less than fifteen minutes. It was much warmer than it had been yesterday, so they headed into the glare of the trees and found themselves at a small pond. It was a beautiful place- one where the butler and housekeeper had spent hours on their days off when they still worked at Downton.

"Is this a good spot, love?", they came to a halt, standing still under a big tree.

The spot had a good view of the pond, and they could see a few ducklings having a morning bath in the shallow water. Also, a bonus was that they would be well hidden amongst the trees, so they'd have nothing to worry about.

"I believe so. It's very beautiful here, I had forgotten.", Elsie smiled, watching as her husband laid down a blanket for them and set the basket in the middle."What are we eating?"

"Mabel went into the village to find some fresh fruits for us, and I fried some bacon and eggs, and there is also some toast."

A surprised look found its way to her face. She had expected some toast at the most.

"And have you thought of what we're to drink with all that?"

"Well, of course.", he glanced at her with a smile before presenting a bottle of champagne from the basket and holding it out for her to see."Your favourite."

"Heavens, Charlie!", she burst out laughing."It's barely ten in the morning!"

"You don't have to drink it if you don't want to.", he smirked, happy to hear her laughter."But we do have coffee also, if that suits her majesty better."

All she could do was shake her head as she took a seat on the blanket and removed her shoes and hat.

"Come sit with me, love.", she patted the space next to her.

He obeyed and sat down with a small grunt.

"I'm getting rather old to be sitting on the ground.", he sighed.

"I'll help you up when the time comes."

"I'll hold you onto that promise, Mrs. Carson.", he teased, lifting her hand to his lips to plant a sweet kiss there."I hope you like this surprise."

"Saying I like having a picnic with my loving husband would be me lying. I absolutely love this.", she told him, unable to hold back a bright smile.

"That makes me so very happy to hear."

"Good. I meant every word.", she pulled his face towards hers with her free hand and kissed his lips soundly.

"I do love you so…I hope you know that.", he breathed as they broke apart and she rested her forehead against his.

"I do know. And I love you too, ye old booby.", kissing his nose, she pulled apart."Now, shall we enjoy this delicious breakfast before it goes bad?"

"I believe we shall."

Meanwhile at the Abbey

The cook came back in the kitchen and lifted her eyes from the paper in her hand, only to find Daisy Parker absentmindedly scrubbing at a, already sparkling, pan.

"Daisy! If you keep scrubbing that poor pan there will be nothing left of it after long!", she bellowed, tossing the paper from her hands on her desk.

Daisy jumped at her voice.

"Sorry, Mrs. Patmore."

"Whatever's the matter with you lately? You've been washing those dishes for almost three hours now.", Beryl shook her head as she sat down, putting on her reading glasses.

"I've got a lot on my mind."

"Well then share that 'lot' with me, if that'll bring some order in my kitchen."

Daisy went quiet.

"Go on, get out with it."

The assistant cook lifted her gaze from the pan before her and turned off the water.

"I went on a walk yesterday."

"I don't see what that has to do with anything.", Beryl sighed.

"I walked past the Carsons' cottage."

"And?"

Daisy dried her hands on her apron.

"I know you must be missing them, as am I. I understand that but you mustn't let that keep you from your work, Daisy."

"No, it's not that. Well, that's partly it."

"Oh…Well, I'm waiting?", Beryl said, trying to prompt the younger woman to continue.

"It must sound silly, but I thought I saw a light shining through the window."

"What?", the cook huffed and pulled the glasses from her face.

Whatever was the girl talking about now?

"It's not possible, is it?"

"Of course not! You're just being silly."

"That's what I thought too, but I just couldn't stop thinking about it.", Daisy insisted."I'm probably just starting to get mad, I've not slept well in ages."

That seemed to soften the slight frown on the cook's face.

"Then take today off, I'm sure no one will mind. I'll see to your work too.", she suggested kindly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"Are you sure? The whole family is dining at the Abbey today."

"Yes, I'm quite sure! You're not much help in such a state anyway. Now, take off your apron and go back to the farm to get some rest."

Daisy flashed a smile as she hanged her apron on a small hook by the wall.

"Thank you, Mrs. Patmore."

"Don't be late tomorrow!", the cook shouted after the girl as she disappeared into the hallway.

She shook her head in the, now, deserted kitchen. Could Daisy be right? No, of course not, she kept telling herself. Get a hold of yourself, thought Beryl Patmore, and get on with ye work.

It would be a long day.

Back at the pond

Her hand pushed him to lay on his back and Charles couldn't help but obey. He wasn't exactly thinking straight.

Soon enough he was rewarded when he felt her lips search his and he leaned closer to capture them between his teeth. She moaned in his mouth. The sound erupting from within her brought him back to his senses and he released her lip.

"Love, we can't, not here- we have to stop."

"Shh. Don't say that." she begged, her lips tracing the corner of his mouth.

Her breath was so hot on his skin.

"Elsie.", he mumbled."Someone might see us."

Or hear, he added in his mind.

"There's no one here. And this is the first moment we can spend completely alone."

That was true. But today he had managed to convince Mabel to let them have a few hours to themselves. Reluctantly she had agreed and so they could enjoy a lovely picnic alone.

And now that he thought about it, he had hoped it was done so they could have some alone time and he blushed.

"Don't push me away now.", his wife whispered, hurt in her voice.

"I never could.", he shook his head.

A surprised shriek escaped her mouth when his hands found her bottom and pulled her to lay against his chest.

"Are you sure?", she asked once recovered.

"I've never been so sure of anything, Mrs. Carson."

And that was all the reassurance in the world that she needed to crash her lips against his. He tasted of champagne.

"Oh, I want you so badly, Charlie.", Elsie moaned.

"Then have me, love. I'm yours.", he murmured in her ear.

She sat up on his lap, her hands pulling her frock over her head and tossing it on the grass. His eyes were roaming over her body.

"Where's your corset?", he asked, his hands coming up to squeeze her waist.

The only layers on her bare skin were her bra and knickers.

"Laid on the bed at the cottage.", she smirked.

"Hmm. You were planning this."

"You could say that."

And so, she adjusted herself more comfortably on his lap, erupting a groan from his lips.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes.", he mumbled, but he knew she could feel the strain of his trousers.

"I know.", she whispered, leaning down to kiss him.

It was a lingering kiss, her teeth nibling at his lower lip as his tongue was searching for hers. Her hands in turn unbuttoned his shirt and now her fingers caressed the sparse hairs on his chest. His belt joined his shirt and her frock on the grass not long later.

She pulled her lips from his to be able to look him in the eyes. And with a firm voice she said:

"Trousers."

He smiled. Lifting his waist, and her weight as well, he let her pull the said garment down his legs.

"Much better.", she mumbled as his trousers flew from her grasp.

"Is that so?"

Instead of voicing her thoughts, she answered with bringing her lips around his nipple.

"Mm.", he hummed as his eyes fluttered shut.

The pressure of his member pushing against his shorts and her bottom made a silent cry fall from her lips and she felt those familiar butterflies in her stomach. The way she wanted him was overwhelming.

Leaning back and bending her arms behind her back, she clasped open the buckle of her bra, letting it loosen around her chest. She shook her body and the bra slid down to her waist.

"Beautiful.", he whispered, bringing both of his hands to cup her round bosom ever so gently."So very beautiful."

"And only for you to see.", she told him, discharging the bra out of the way."Just as it should be."

"My beautiful wife…How I love you.", his thumb brushed over her nipple.

A happy grin on her face, she untied the knot of her knickers and tore them from her body. They were tossed aside with the rest of their clothes. The only layer remaining between them were his undershorts.

His eyes darted down her body, his other hand following his gaze and he brushed his fingers against her dark curls normally hidden away behind many layers of clothing. But now, she was completely bare before him. And oh, how beautiful she was.

Burying his fingers in her warmth, he heard her let out a blissful sigh.

"Alright?", he asked.

"Yes…", came her answer and she looked into his eyes.

He began rubbing his fingers against her wet center, small cries of pleasure falling from her lips.

Their gazes were locked, and he could see desire written all over hers. It was almost enough to make him take her right there, but he held back. He would let her lead. He would let her be his princess now. And he'd be her servant.

"I need more, Charlie…I need you. So badly.", she struggled to concentrate on forming a sentence that'd make any sense.

"Then you shall have me, my darling. Whatever you need.", his fingers stilled.

"You, only you. Come to me."

He motioned for her to lift herself so he could pull his shorts down his legs and kick them off. And then without waiting, with one swift movement she took his hard member in her hand and lowered herself back on his lap and let him fill her completely. And she was home.

Charles brought his hands to hold her steady by her waist and he gave her hip a gentle squeeze. Feeling her so wet and warm around him was so good. And he knew he had come home once again.

She was slowly getting used to him…And feeling tension building up inside, she lifted her body and then let him slide deep inside her once again. They both moaned rather loudly.

"Move a bit towards me, love-", he begged and she did, crying out when he hit a sensitive spot upon her moving.

And once again, she rose, then lowered herself back down. They found a perfect pace.

A piece of hair escaped from behind her ear, and he tucked it back, resting his hand behind her neck.

"Have I told you how you beautiful you are yet?"

His wife giggled:

"Only multiple times. Thought it doesn't hurt to hear you say it again."

"Good. Because I have never seen anything so beautiful.", he took her hand and planted a kiss on her palm.

She let out a sigh.

"I love you so terribly much it scares me.", a single tear slid down her cheek.

He was quick to brush it away with his thumb.

"I know. It scares me too."

Turning her head, she kissed his finger that rested on her cheek.

"You must promise to me that you will never let this go, not ever. Even if the king of England himself demands it."

For a moment he wondered where she was going with that, but all coherent thoughts were forgotten when she pounded hard against him. He couldn't help but moan.

"Promise me to be my lover until your blood runs cold.", she was breathing quickly and as her body moved up and down, up and down, up and down, he had a hard time forming anything to say to her."Promise me."

"I promise, Elsie. My darling, I promise.", he grunted, feeling her hand grab his upper arm to steady herself.

Her movements were starting to get more rapid, and the original rhythm was lost somewhere in the friction between them. And the way her breasts bounced with each, and every thrust made him mad with desire.

He met her halfway by lifting his hips and he slid even deeper than before. He saw how she had to shut her eyes, and Charles lowered both of his hand to hold firmly onto her waist for support. He liked it a lot this way, with her on top, as it gave him a full view of her body and he could reach all of her. Every nook and freckle…

But now, every coherent thought either of the two might have had disappeared as they concentrated on reaching their climax. It was like a quick paced chase, running after something you couldn't quite yet reach.

The moans erupting from their mouths drove them on even more.

"Yes! Yes!", she screamed as she felt herself shake, her climax so very close.

He grunted, desperate to bring her over the edge and so he raised his hips as high as he possibly could as she lowered herself down once again. Their flesh met in a hard thrust and with a loud cry she collapsed against his chest. Her climax was radiating all over her body and she kept on letting quiet whimpers whilst it lasted. Soon she was trying hard to catch her breath.

She had reached her climax, he had not. And Charles planted a wet kiss to her forehead before bringing his hand down to where their bodies were connected, about to bring him his own release. However, before could quite reach his destination, he felt her hand wrap around his still visible erection.

Their eyes met and he saw the look in her eye. It was pure love.

"You've not come yet, love. Let me help."

He forced himself to nod. It took everything in him to do that. And then with his permission, she pulled back and, with a moan from both of them, he slipped out of her wetness. Her hand still around his member, she gave it a gentle squeeze. The effect it had on him was visible as some of his liquid leaked on her palm.

"Sorry."

"No, love. It's fine.", and she kissed him to brush away the rest of his worries."Let me do this for you now."

Parting their lips, Elsie turned her head to look at her fingers around him. And so, she began with a long stroke, up and down his length. Her husband moaned. Her thumb found the tip, slowly coming to circle it and she found her hand to be sticky from the fluid leaking. At this point he was already writhing under her touch.

"Harder, love-", he begged, his eyes tightly shut.

And she gave in, squeezing him in her hand harder and quickened the pace of the strokes slightly. She slid her hand all the way down and brushed her fingertips against his balls before returning to the up and down, up and down, up and down movements with her hand. It didn't take long for him to be moaning out her name and his seed spread all over both of their thighs and the palm of her hand as he reached his climax.

Elsie leaned to capture his lips with hers to muffle his cries. When pulling back, she looked around the blanket they were laying on and looked for her knickers. Catching sight of them in the corner of her eye, she grabbed the garment between her fingers and cleaned the mess on his thighs, as well as hers. Lastly she wiped the white goo from her hand and tossed the knickers aside on the grass. She'd have to throw them away afterwards- she wouldn't have the nerve to let Mabel take them down to the laundry now. Not in such state.

It was his arm that pulled her against his chest then and she didn't fight him. She rested her chin on his chest and looked at his eyes.

"Thank you, love. For taking such a good care of me.", he said, drawing soothing circles on her lower back with his fingers, while his other arm held her close.

"You don't have to thank me, Charlie. You'd have done the same for me.", she had a content smile on her face.

"I would have.", he sighed- but he was happy, she knew.

"We should start getting back. Or else Mabel will send the guards to look for us."

"And we wouldn't want that.", Charles teased, pulling her down so he could kiss her nose.

"No. We certainly wouldn't. At least not in the state we are.", she smirked.

He gave her bare bottom a teasing slap, light enough not to hurt her. She shrieked in surprise.

"Charlie!"

"We best get dressed.", he simply said.

"Oh, and now you do want to get dressed."

"Well, I'd rather have you here in my arms with nothing on, but I do think we have to get dressed and back to the cottage, Mrs. Carson."

She had to smile at him- he could be such a darling man sometimes.

"Alright, I suppose.", she pouted, letting her smile fade as she tried to look serious."I do feel quite dishevelled and I think you, Mr. Carson, should draw me a bath and join me when we get back."

One last kiss to his lips, Elsie flashed him a smile. She sat up from his embrace and started moving towards her bra that lied on the grass just beside the blanket, but he pulled her back next to him by her wrist.

"Charlie really.", she sounded almost annoyed, but really, she wasn't- she didn't mind being in his arms at all.

They laid there for the next ten minutes, sharing loving kisses and caressed, before they forced themselves to finally gather their clothes from the ground and get dressed.

…

When they eventually made the trek back to their cottage, they were greeted by a slightly anxious Mabel who had been worried something had happened because the couple had taken so long. Reassuring her that everything was alright, the couple excused themselves, left the now empty basket in the kitchen, and went upstairs to have their promised bath.

At this point, it was already past lunch time, but neither really cared. And since they had nowhere to be, they took their time bathing, whilst stealing kisses from the other.

Now, finished with their bath, changed into a clean set of clothes and their simple sandwich lunch eaten, the couple sat in the sitting room doing some reading. Charles was seated in his armchair while Elsie was more than comfortable on the couch. Occasionally they would hear a cheer from the kitchen where the four guards were playing cards.

Charles was barely concentrating on his book, as he was too busy watching his wife read hers. He loved the expressions change on her face. One of his favourites was the way she pulled her lower lip between her teeth when she was anxious over the happenings in her book- it made him wish to kiss her so very badly.

"Found something you like?"

He lifted his gaze from her lips to her eyes and saw her looking intently at him. He had been so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed she'd turned towards him.

"As it happens, I did."

"Hmm, and what's that?", she asked him with a playful smile on her lips.

"My beautiful wife, of course.", he told the said wife with a loving smile to match hers.

"You do know staring is not very polite, Charlie, don't you?"

"I do, but I simply cannot keep my eyes away from you, my darling.", he said, an apologetic look tugging at the corner of his brow.

"Well, perhaps I can forgive you this once. Since you had a very good reason.", she chuckled as he extended his hand towards her: she took it gladly."Have you finished your book already?"

"Oh, I haven't."

"But are you going to read it now?", she asks further.

"I think so…Why? Do you have something else you want to do instead?", he raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to answer the question.

"Oh, perhaps I had a few ideas.", his wife winked and closed her book and put it next to her on the couch before meeting his eyes once again."What would you say of a nap, Mr. Carson?"

Mr. Carson's answer was a simple "yes" and the couple rushed upstairs for a cuddle (thought, it was much more than a cuddle) and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

They didn't wake up until it was already time to eat dinner.

That night at Downton Abbey

The family had just sat down for dinner.

Conversation was running smoothly, and lord and lady Merton had joined the rest of the family for the evening, as they often did on Sundays. This Sunday was no exception.

"Is it true you're thinking of getting a dog?", Cora asked lord Merton, who was seated next to her.

"What's this?", Robert took a sip of his wine.

"It's not decided yet, but we are thinking of getting one.", Dickie answered.

"What breed are you thinking of?"

Mary rolled her eyes at her father. He did love his dogs and would be over the moon should Isobel and Dickie get one.

"How was granny when you saw her today?", she asked her mother-in-law who was intently listening to the exchange between her husband and Robert.

She smiled at Mary at her question.

"Not too well, I'm afraid. She's got a bit of a fever, but Dr. Clarkson believes it won't stay for long."

Mary nodded:

"She was so well just days ago. I don't understand what changed."

"Your grandmother is not exactly young anymore.", Isobel pointed out.

"That's true but still."

"At least Rosamund and Edith made it here in time."

"I suppose."

"Has someone sent word to Tom?", the older woman asked.

"Papa did. They called to let us know they'd take the first boat back to England."

"It's a pity their honeymoon has to be cut short because of this.", Isobel smiled sadly.

"I know. But Tom will want to be here. He'd hate it if he'd not be able to say goodbye."

"I'm sure Tom and Mrs. Branson will be here on time.", it was a vain attempt in reassuring that the Dowager's death was not something they could almost touch with the tips of their fingers.

Mary nodded sadly at her mother-in-law and turned her attention back to her meal. She'd go see granny after dinner to see how she's doing, Mary planned.

And then, the door to the dining room burst open.

"Milord, milady!"

Everyone turned towards the doorway- Anna Bates stood there, her hand on her chest as she was catching her breath. They all could see had been running just mere moments ago.

"Anna? Is something the matter?", Mary asked, eyeing her lady's maid.

"It's the Dowager, milady…Something's wrong.", Anna explained, clearly panicked.

"Oh god-", Mary muttered as she pushed back her chair."Anna, call Dr. Clarkson."

"He's already on his way, milady."

Chairs scraped against the wooden floor as the family rushed to stand up. And soon the dining room was completely deserted, leaving only Mr. Barrow and Andrew standing there worried.

Their dinner was left to get cold on the plates.