Cottageverse
Title: Another Time, Another Place
Rated: T
Carson/Hughes
(300) word Cottageverse
As Elsie slowly hung the tea towel on the rack above the stove she realised she could not linger in the kitchen any longer. She’d already drank two cups of tea since dinner. If she had any more before Charles returned from escorting Morag to the other cottage she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
She snorted at the absurdity.
Charles’s fingers had bit into her hips tighter after her confession this afternoon.
“I made some allegations,” he’d said.
“Yes. I would think you’d know me better. Just because you were in charge for years, doesn’t mean...”
She’d lost her train of thought; Charles’s hands had somehow crept around to gently cup her bottom.
“You’re not going to insist on still being sensible, are you?” she’d breathed.
His only answer had been to lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth.
“The most sensible thing would be for you to be my first, Charles,” she’d babbled on. “Sometimes I feel like we’ve been married forever instead of nearly a year and--”
He’d effectively silenced her chatter at this point by kissing her fully on the lips. But just as she’d been thinking of parting her lips in response, he’d drawn back.
“There’s a time and place for such things, Elsie Carson, and in the kitchen, with your sister and Cribbs due back at any moment, is not it.”
She smiled now, thinking of the pseudo correct voice he’d used. She was glad they were again learning to laugh with each other.
She wandered through the sitting room and hesitated at the doorways of the bedrooms only for the briefest of moments. Stepping through to the main one, she quickly changed from her day clothes into her nightgown and slipped beneath the covers of the large double bed to wait.
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Rated: T
Carson/Hughes
(300) word Cottageverse
As Elsie slowly hung the tea towel on the rack above the stove she realised she could not linger in the kitchen any longer. She’d already drank two cups of tea since dinner. If she had any more before Charles returned from escorting Morag to the other cottage she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
She snorted at the absurdity.
Charles’s fingers had bit into her hips tighter after her confession this afternoon.
“I made some allegations,” he’d said.
“Yes. I would think you’d know me better. Just because you were in charge for years, doesn’t mean...”
She’d lost her train of thought; Charles’s hands had somehow crept around to gently cup her bottom.
“You’re not going to insist on still being sensible, are you?” she’d breathed.
His only answer had been to lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth.
“The most sensible thing would be for you to be my first, Charles,” she’d babbled on. “Sometimes I feel like we’ve been married forever instead of nearly a year and--”
He’d effectively silenced her chatter at this point by kissing her fully on the lips. But just as she’d been thinking of parting her lips in response, he’d drawn back.
“There’s a time and place for such things, Elsie Carson, and in the kitchen, with your sister and Cribbs due back at any moment, is not it.”
She smiled now, thinking of the pseudo correct voice he’d used. She was glad they were again learning to laugh with each other.
She wandered through the sitting room and hesitated at the doorways of the bedrooms only for the briefest of moments. Stepping through to the main one, she quickly changed from her day clothes into her nightgown and slipped beneath the covers of the large double bed to wait.
Link to the next chapter