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FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
Mr Mason was hurrying his wife along so that he could lock the hotel room behind her. They had arranged to meet up with the Carsons in the lobby at seven o'clock.
"Shall we knock on their door, see if they're still there?" Mr Mason suggested as they were passing the Carsons' room.
"I wouldn't risk it. They might be taking a bath again or something." She snorted with laughter.
"Maybe we could take a bath tonight, Beryl." Mr Mason asked her coyly.
At that Mrs Patmore just giggled awkwardly and playfully slapped his wrist.
The Carsons were already waiting in the lobby when they arrived downstairs. Mrs Carson was wearing her new dress, looking very charming. They booked a place in a restaurant recommended by Alfred, so that's where they headed.
Once they arrived in the restaurant, they were surprised at how posh it looked, but once they looked at the menu, the prices were actually very reasonable.
Alfred's friend welcomed the two couples and showed them to their table. He was called Robbie; he and Alfred did a cooking course together a couple of years ago and became very good friends.
"It's such a pleasure to meet you all. I've heard so much about you." Robbie spoke to them with enthusiasm.
"Only good things, I hope." Mrs Hughes joked.
"Alfred always spoke very highly of Mr Carson; he saw you as a bit of role model." The young chef turned to the butler.
Upon hearing that Mr Carson's chest puffed up in pride and a smug half-smile appeared on his face. "Alfred was a very good worker, while he was at Downton."
"And he mentioned Mrs Patmore's cooking being an inspiration for him." He flattered the cook as well.
Mrs Patmore beamed as she remembered how Alfred's interest in food developed over time. "He's had such a journey, our Alfred, and we're very proud of him." The Carsons nodded along in agreement.
"Allow me to fetch wine for the table, I have got some recommendations I'm eager to know your opinion on, Mr Carson." He said, disappeared in the kitchens for a bit, and came back with several bottles of wine. The butler tasted and discussed each one by one with Robbie. After a couple of moments, they had chosen the wine as well as the meals to go with it. This was right up Mr Carson's street: already many times more enjoyable an evening than the previous one.
With Mr Carson in a very good mood, excellent food on the table, and a good amount of wine complementing it all, everyone was having a great time, conversation was flowing, and laughter getting louder.
"I miss Alfred," Mrs Hughes admitted. "Even though I wasn't enough of a role model for him to tell Robbie much about me." She joked.
"Don't envy us, Mrs Hughes," Charles said looking at his food. "You have been a role model for plenty of others over the years including me."
Elsie's jaw dropped. She was so touched by his words she couldn't bring herself to say anything. Surely, he would have been quite embarrassed if she'd let on the emotions he had just stirred inside her – it wasn't very English.
"I wondered, if you'd be interested in trying the port, it would go nicely with your dessert." Robbie put four glasses in front of them. "It's on the house."
Mrs Hughes held her glass for a second, before she put it back down. "I think I'll skip this one-" She was already feeling a bit tipsy.
"Give it here then." Mrs Patmore reached for her friend's port after she'd finished hers. She ignored the butler's look of shock and disapproval and swiftly finished the second glass as well. It didn't take long for the alcohol to start manifesting in her actions.
"How are the memoirs going, Mr Carson?" Mrs Patmore squinted her eyes.
"They are not going anywhere with my being here at the moment." Charles mumbled.
"But you are glad you were able to take a break from them, aren't ya?" Mr Mason joined in.
At that Mr Carson chuckled. "It's good to be here, but I must admit I do enjoy the job quite a lot."
"As long as it is the job you enjoy!" The cook blurted out.
"Mrs Patmore!" The housekeeper hissed.
"What's this?" Mr Carson raised his eyebrows, he suspected he knew what it was about already.
"Nothing-" Elsie tried.
"Or the biscuits?" They couldn't believe she brought it up again. Although, on a second thought, with the amount of port she drank, it was believable.
"What?" Mr Carson barked.
"Let's not get into that now." Elsie was starting to get a bit tense.
"I still find this hard to believe after what you've told me. When did you stop being jealous?" Beryl said bluntly – because 'in vino veritas'.
Charles now turned to his wife, awaiting an explanation. She was fortunate enough to be saved by Robbie. He came to clear their plates and to ask if they needed anything more. After they'd paid the bills and told him how much they enjoyed their visit, Robbie brought them a bottle of wine to take home.
…
When they arrived back to their hotel room, Mr Carson sat down on the bed and breathed out heavily. "Finally." Finally in the same bed again.
Mrs Hughes stood nearby, gazing at him lovingly.
"Thank you for the dress, Charlie."
He just smiled.
She then came closer to him and whimpered seductively, surprising them both. "Will you help me take it off?"
Their eyes locked and Mr Carson was on his feet within seconds, attending to her, unzipping her dress, kissing her bare back and shoulders.
After they had made love to each other, they laid down on the bed part naked, still panting. Elsie eventually reached for her robe and her night gown, with the intention of going to the bathroom.
Once they were both back in the bed again, all cleaned up, Charles suddenly realised something when admiring Elsie's cleavage. "Did you wear this with Daisy around last night?"
"Of course not, Mr Carson, I wore a shirt over it." She giggled at his silliness. "It's for your eyes only."
