Title: All We Need

Charles had turned off the room's electric light, but a lantern still emitted a soft intimate glow from the dresser.

"Are you..." He hesitated. "Still indisposed?"

It took her a moment to realise what he was asking. Once she did, she gave him a tender smile. "It was only a small amount of blood," she confessed with less embarrassment than was probably proper. "One advantage of my age, I should think."

"I don't need to know more details," he blustered.

"You asked," she laughed.

His fingers tangled around her nightgown's tie until it loosened and he was able to brush his knuckles across the pale skin he'd revealed. "We won't always have everything like last night."

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth. She remembered when she'd acknowledged their ages and thought she'd be happy with just the barest of physical touches from Charles. But now...

She changed the subject, before he thought less of her. "You never asked me for a declaration."

"No."

He tugged her nightgown over her head with an impatient grunt.

"You don't want me to tell you how much I love you?" Her words tumbled out in a rush.

"You don't need to. I've known for a long time. I was just too obtuse to acknowledge it."

She admitted she'd lost track of the entire conversation. His fault; his hands and mouth were finding so many new places to touch and caress.

"You would never allow a man to share your bed if you didn't love him."

"You can't know-" she started stubbornly, but then he'd elicited a moan. He was kissing thatspot.

"Yes, I can, Mrs Carson," he declared confidently. "I've never been surer of anything."

She grasped his hand and drew it to her mouth, kissing his palm. "Yes, you can."

~The End~

E/N Yes, you read that right. This is the end. Romantic, secksy times, the end. :) Thanks for your kind reviews (I'll catch up soon with replies, promise!) and making me so welcome on fanficnet. Big thanks to those I can't reply to (ie those crazy guests!).