Author's Note: Mr. Carson being shocked by Cora and Robert late one night. May I note that I feel sorry for the servants I have shocked in these stories. William, Tom, Anna, Mr. Carson, Jimmy, Daisy, and in my upcoming fics all the other servants who get an eye or earfull (or both) of Robert and Cora's terrific fun. ;)

Mr. Carson was doing his final nightly rounds before going off to bed. Most of the house had already been checked when he reached the drawing room. There were no lights on when he entered silently. So he simply assumed the room was empty and everyone was upstairs. He looked around to make sure there was nothing on the tables and that everything was in order when he noticed a blanket on the floor with a lump that was moving in the most peculiar way. His jaw dropped when he heard noises coming from under it. Not again, he thought. Why must they do this in every room of the house? It's not proper at all. He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of Her Ladyship's giggle. "R-Robert, don't st-op," she gasped between giggles.

"Cora, keep it down," his Lordship's voice said. "We don't want anyone to hear us."

"Wh-what have we to hide Robert?" she asked. "We're married and this is our house. Your mother doesn't live here any more."

"You're right, Cora," he replied. "Tell me how you want it, how you like it, how you need it, how you desire it."

"You know all that Robert," came her Ladyship's voice, followed by her low groan. Carson stood in the drawing room in a state of shock, before his Lordship's grunt made him hurry out. He'd re-check other places and come back later.

Robert and Cora remained oblivious to the fact that Carson had heard their lovemaking whilst he went over the great hall, the dining room, the library, the music room, and other various locations again before he went back to the drawing room. He walked back in, positive that the couple had gone up by now. His eyebrows shot to his hairline. They hadn't left, but they had abandoned the blankets as a cover, and now he saw with his own eyes, her Ladyship's head tilted back whilst his Lordship sucked on her neck. Her Ladyship giggled and moaned while his Lordship leaned forward, putting her on her back and him on top of her. Carson left the room before he could see any more than he had just witnessed. He should never have seen her Ladyship in that state of undress, nor his Lordship for that matter. He closed the door, determining that he could have a footman go over the drawing room in the morning. Robert heard the door slam as he gently thrust into Cora. He removed his mouth from her neck and looked around. "Cora," he whispered, pulling out, making her pout. "I suggest we take this upstairs, I think someone was in here."

"If you insist Robert," she said, sitting up with Robert. The two of them only put their underclothes on and picked up the rest before hurrying upstairs to their bedroom. Just as Carson was checking the hallways, he saw the Earl and Countess run into the Mercia bedroom, barely covered, only in their underthings. He shook his head. He wanted to be as happy as them, but the woman he loved, well he wasn't sure she loved him like he loved her.