Doing Chores
They were nothing more than a tangle of sheets and limbs, sweat and heavy breathing. Jean felt the pressure build and vibrate as Lucien moved within her. He had nearly taken her over the edge when a distant sound distracted her from near-ecstasy.
"Lucien, do you hear that?" she asked breathlessly between moans.
"Just you, my love," he replied, silencing her with a passionate kiss as the finished nearly simultaneously.
Lucien buried his face in her neck, trying to catch his breath. Jean clutched him close to her. She uncrossed her ankles from around his waist and let her legs fall limply at his sides as she lazily stroked his back with her fingertips, waiting for her heartrate to slow to normal. She couldn't help but smile as she noticed the light dancing around the walls. The sun was still high outside, streaming in through gaps in the curtains.
The sound she'd noticed earlier was now very clear. "Lucien, that's the phone!" She tapped his shoulder so he would roll off her. He did so with an annoyed groan.
Jean quickly cleaned herself up and threw on her dressing gown to run downstairs to answer the phone. It could be a patient with some emergency, or the police needing Lucien for a case. The phone in the Blake house did not go unanswered if anyone was home.
"Hello, Dr. Blake's surgery," she answered, still huffing and puffing slightly.
"Jean, is everything alright? I've been calling for almost ten minutes!" Matthew Lawson said on the line.
"No, everything is fine. I was just doing…chores," she replied vaguely.
"Is my name 'chores' now? Because I'm fairly certain you were doing me." Lucien had come downstairs after her and overheard what she said, now murmuring his innuendo before nipping at her free earlobe.
Jean elbowed him in the chest to get him off her while she was on the phone. He just laughed.
Laughter sounded through the telephone as well. "Jean, you tell that husband of yours happy birthday from me. Though it seems like he's having a rather happy birthday as it is. I'll call back tomorrow. Sorry for the interruption."
As she hung up the receiver, Jean turned to Lucien with a cross expression on her face. "I cannot believe you just did that! Thank goodness it was Matthew, but what if it were a patient? Or Alice or Charlie?"
But Lucien just laughed. He couldn't possibly care about propriety right now. "Never mind that. I think there's more chores that need doing," he said suggestively.
She wanted to be mad. She really did. But she couldn't help but grinning and hurrying back to the bedroom with him. "You are lucky it's your birthday!" Jean scolded before he tore off her dressing gown and tossed her back on the bed.