This is my own response to my Picture Fanfiction Challenge I posted on Tumblr.
Mrs. Hughes' Day Off
Charles lay as still as he could in bed as he tried to figure a way out of his current position. As pleasing as was the feel of Elsie's body molded perfectly into his, their limbs tangled together in a surprisingly comfortable knot, he had to get ready for his half day of work while she could remain in bed, having finally been given a well-deserved day off. He held his breath as he slowly slipped his arm from around her waist and moved back carefully so that he could get out of bed without disturbing her slumber. After the long, active night that the two of them had had, Elsie had more than worked up a need for rest, Charles mused with a grin.
It was almost painful for him to leave her lying there as he hurried to dress himself as quietly as he could. He couldn't help but pause and admire the perfect image of her sleeping figure in his bed. Memories from the night started flooding back to him, from the taste of her hot mouth and the sweet smell of her hair to the seductive sounds of her soft yet urgent gasps and moans... It was all too much.
It took a moment for him to realize that the sound was Elsie's sleepy voice calling him from the bed, rather than another passionate memory of his name slipping from her tongue in a whispered frenzy.
"Go back to sleep, my love," he spoke to her quietly. "I'll be back before you even miss me."
Elsie smiled languidly as his low, rumbling voice sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
"But I already do," she replied weakly.
Charles' heart fluttered at her words. He smiled back at her as he moved to sit beside her on the bed.
"I'll be thinking of you," he whispered, smoothing a hand over the thin, silky material of her nightgown that covered her stomach.
A small smile spread on her face again as she struggled to keep her eyes open.
"I don't want you to go," she whispered back, allowing her eyes to finally flutter closed.
Charles was certain that she had little idea of what she was saying, but he had always found himself beguiled by the sweet, innocent woman that Elsie Hughes became when she was half-asleep. He chuckled silently as she nestled her head into his side, her eyes still shut and a peaceful smile still playing at her mouth.
"I won't be gone long," he said as he gently rubbed the smooth, alabaster skin of her upper arm.
Her eyes and cheeks reddened as her eyelashes fluttered open, revealing two small pools of blue shining up at him. His thumb ghosted over her lips before he leaned down to capture them with his own.
"I love you," she said, closing her eyes once more as Charles covered her with the blanket.
"And I love you," he replied as he burned this memory of her into his mind.
Elsie distantly recognized the click of the door being shut as Charles leaving the room. She wrapped her arms around his pillow and buried her head in it. His warm, masculine scent triggered a rippling sensation spreading down her body, followed by the memory of his fingertips and lips leaving long, deliberate trails all down her body. Even now, she could feel her breathing become more shallow as she recalled her own erratic from last night sounding as if it were coming from somewhere outside her being. She tensed from the recollection of the weight of Charles' body pressing down upon hers, the way he held her so tightly as they writhed together uncontrollably at the height of their pleasure.
Before long, Charles was busy working and Elsie was once again fast asleep, both of them dreaming of when they would be back together again to bask in each other's presence and simply enjoy the precious time they had to celebrate their love.
Don't worry, free toothbrushes for everyone after all that sap. :P