da ce take my arm

Chelsie fanfic

Title: Last Kiss
Author: Aussie (and Bugs!)
Rated: T
DA Chelsie

I whined that I ‘need’ to see at least one Chelsie on screen kiss before the end of the show, one similar to A/R’s Oath kiss, Bugs suggested staircase kissing. So... This was supposed to be a short quick fic. Somehow, I got carried away. Lots of rambling. Hee. Sorry, not sorry.

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da ce take my arm

Chelsie fanfic for Cami

Title: While Away
Author: Aussie
Rated: T

Chapter One

I started to write a couple of fics for Cami for her birthday. The lack of real plot in either of them meant that I’ve dilly dallied around with both. (Who knew a plot was essential?) This seems to be the one that I’ve almost finished first. But I haven’t. No, this is just the first chapter. Hopefully I will finish the second one soon.

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Chelsie Drabble

Title: Coming to Terms
Rated: T
(300) word Chelsie drabble, part of a post-nuptials series I was thinking of writing but, of course, I have no time for such a thing...

“Mrs Carson...”

The name did evoke emotion and passion.

I’d learnt the title attached to it was not one simply put there as a sign of respect.

Soon after the wedding, I’d dropped into the bank to withdraw a small amount of money to purchase a gift for Charlie, only to have the manager inform me he’d taken the liberty of closing my account and transferring my savings into one administered by my husband.

“You can rely on a man now, Mrs Carson,” he’d said after pointing out the account’s meagre balance.

“I should have told him I spent it on toilet water and lisle stockings,” I told Charlie later, who only distractingly thanked me for his new fob watch chain.

I’d discovered delivery boys insisted they needed more than a signature from Mrs Carson, and tradesmen wanted to check with the ‘man of the house' before carrying out work requested by Mrs Carson.

And my temper still flared when I thought about Mr Murray acting as our property conveyancer. He’d only agreed to sign off on the purchase of our cottage once my name was removed from the deeds.

“Mrs Hughes is redundant,” he’d said. “And Mrs Carson’s inclusion on the papers is unnecessary.”

I wasn’t sure how Charlie would respond, but I was vehemently proud when he did not laugh nor bring up the futility of women’s rights. Instead he’d suggested his last will and testament be updated to make Mrs Carson a full beneficiary, rendering me incapable of protesting further.

“Mrs Carson?” Charlie’s deep tone, repeating the name again, brought me back to the here and now.

One of his hands was on my hip, the back of the other brushed along my cheek.

Yes, luckily, not all the emotion or passion the name evoked was disagreeable.