Cami! I did it!
Title: Paradise Lost
Characters/Pairing: Carson/Hughes
Rated: T
(300) word ficlet in the Cottageverse series which starts here
“Charles!”
Charles pivoted his head at his name being called out in such an urgent manner.
“What is it?”
He scrambled to his feet, ungracefully, he would rue later.
Elsie’s progress along the path came to a complete halt. Her shoulders sagged, and he thought for one terrifying moment that she was going to faint.
“Elsie!” His tone was urgent now. He quickly bustled to her side. “What is it?” he repeated, anxiously taking in her pale face and laboured breathing.
Suddenly her hand whipped out and she slapped his chest. “What sort of man lies around scaring his wife half to death.”
His thick eyebrows rose.
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had a heart attack.”
His chest puffed out. “I did not have a heart attack.”
Ignoring his posturing, she went on: “Whatever do you think you were doing on the ground, Charles Carson?”
“Bird watching.”
He watched the emotions dance across her face at his short reply. He’d obviously given her quite a scare.
Very slowly, as if it was she who was the bird ready to flutter away at any moment, he moved to stand behind her. His palms covered her hips and he swivelled her body until she was facing the tree branch where the birds were nesting and feeding.
“There,” he murmured close to her ear.
“Yes.”
The heart that she’d questioned before beat faster than he thought possible when she whispered that one small word.
Next, he felt her relax and lean fully against him. He brushed her hip bones with his thumbs, unable, and unwilling, to stop his mind from wandering to how she would react if he brushed her nipples in the same way.
“Hello!”
Reluctantly, he let his hands fall away and stepped back.
They were no longer alone.
Next part here
Characters/Pairing: Carson/Hughes
Rated: T
(300) word ficlet in the Cottageverse series which starts here
“Charles!”
Charles pivoted his head at his name being called out in such an urgent manner.
“What is it?”
He scrambled to his feet, ungracefully, he would rue later.
Elsie’s progress along the path came to a complete halt. Her shoulders sagged, and he thought for one terrifying moment that she was going to faint.
“Elsie!” His tone was urgent now. He quickly bustled to her side. “What is it?” he repeated, anxiously taking in her pale face and laboured breathing.
Suddenly her hand whipped out and she slapped his chest. “What sort of man lies around scaring his wife half to death.”
His thick eyebrows rose.
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had a heart attack.”
His chest puffed out. “I did not have a heart attack.”
Ignoring his posturing, she went on: “Whatever do you think you were doing on the ground, Charles Carson?”
“Bird watching.”
He watched the emotions dance across her face at his short reply. He’d obviously given her quite a scare.
Very slowly, as if it was she who was the bird ready to flutter away at any moment, he moved to stand behind her. His palms covered her hips and he swivelled her body until she was facing the tree branch where the birds were nesting and feeding.
“There,” he murmured close to her ear.
“Yes.”
The heart that she’d questioned before beat faster than he thought possible when she whispered that one small word.
Next, he felt her relax and lean fully against him. He brushed her hip bones with his thumbs, unable, and unwilling, to stop his mind from wandering to how she would react if he brushed her nipples in the same way.
“Hello!”
Reluctantly, he let his hands fall away and stepped back.
They were no longer alone.
Next part here