I'm writing a longer story at the moment, but it's taking a while to come together. So in the meantime, this is a piece of fluffy stuff that came along and surprised me. Set after series 4, I think, but there's no plot anyway.
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As Lucien's lips touched the nape of her neck, he breathed her in deeply. His Jean. He ran his hands down her shoulders and gently squeezed her arms, holding her back against him. She paused, her hands still in the washing up water.
When he first knew her, she had smelled of self-righteousness to him - a sharp aroma of laundry soap and disapproval. He could see her in his mind's eye, jaw lifting towards him defiantly, in annoyance at his drinking, his lateness, and his lack of manners.
But now she smelled soft, clean, delicate, loving. He couldn't seem to get close enough to satisfy either of them. She leaned her head forward, exposing more of her skin, drawing him in. He slid the zip at the back of her dress down a little, and heard her gasp. Even that quiet sound she tried to smother, unwilling for him to hear how much she wanted him, yet unable to hold it back.
Lucien smiled to himself against the pale flesh of her neck, and he slowly moved his lips a little lower. The dress was open perhaps two inches, no more, but he was in unexplored territory here. And so was Jean, and he needed to remember that, he thought. But he was still driven to show her more of what he felt for her.
Despite two years of close proximity, he had seen little of her bare skin apart from arms and face, until now. This foray below the collar of her dress was new, and ridiculously exciting. He nipped at her shoulder and neck, soothing afterwards with tiny kisses and delicate licks, and when she leaned back fractionally against him, he sighed with relief.
Nudging the zip a little lower, he grazed his teeth gently down her spine until he felt a hint of a shiver from her. Then he straightened up and leaned into her, pushing her against the edge of the sink, but gripping it himself so he didn't crush her.
He kissed behind her ear, pushing his nose through her curls, and whispering her name. He knew she would feel his response, and he wanted her to. It was time for her to know this wasn't a polite love that kissed her hand and went away happy.
The sudden movement as Jean grabbed his hand shocked him, and they both lurched together for a moment. She guided his hand from the sink edge to her breastbone, her wet fingers sliding over his, pressing his fingers against her chest. He could feel her heartbeat, rapid and clear, and hear her hum quietly, and he smiled again to himself as he diagnosed arousal.
He ghosted his hand over her breast, trying this out. The second time he felt her nipple firm under his fingertips, and she shifted her stance again, moving her weight over on to one leg, and letting him slide even closer. It would be so easy...he groaned and opened his eyes. If he didn't stop she would regret this, they both would.
For the first time she spoke. "Lucien?" He had backed away and the moment slowly passed.
He zipped up her dress, planting one firm kiss on the side of her neck before he walked away.
Without turning round, she resumed washing up, pretending all was normal, smiling secretly to herself.