A sequel to akachankami's fanart...
Here's my response to akachankami's fanart. Too long for the Love Letters challenge, but I hope you like it.
Charles Carson clicked on his desk light only to see the note he’d been most anxious to receive lying there. He noticed that it was addressed to Charles which was certainly a good sign. Opening it he saw the answer that he had fervently hoped for: Yes. Sniffing the paper experimentally, he smiled. He walked quickly out of the room to put his plans into motion.
Later, lying on a mattress in the attic with hand cupping the underside of Elsie’s breast, he chuckled as he nibbled the skin behind her left ear. She sighed in pleasure and said, “I still can’t believe it worked so easily.”
He shifted his hand a little lower to trace circles on her abdomen, “As though I couldn’t do better for you than a rickety shack in the middle of the winter. We’d have frozen to death, scarf and blankets or not. It did get the two biggest snoops out of the house, however.”
“And you’re sure it was them who answered?” she asked as she turned in his arms and pushed herself up his body to wrap her arms around his neck and give him a hungry kiss.
He nodded as he shifted lower and whispered against the swell of her breast, “It definitely smelled of smoke, and I made sure to warn ‘you’ that I didn’t know when I’d be able to get away and that you should wait. They should be out there most of the night, and I took care to prepare so they’ll think we’re coming.”
“You left them provisions?” she pulled back to look at him in surprise.
He smiled at her as her as he pulled her on top of him, “I think a night with no Thomas or O’Brien in the house is well worth a bottle of wine and a bit of cheese.”
Laughing as she leaned down to trace the skin of his neck with the tip of her tongue, she said, “You are a devious man, Charles Carson.”
“But I am your devious man, Elsie Hughes,” he whispered as he captured her lips to end all discussion for a long while.