- Posting some drabbles from Tumblr - to keep them in one place...

A small missing moment at the hospital. Just because. And also because.. how good did Jean look?😍

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Jean stepped back into Lucien's hospital room with the water she went to retrieve for him.

"Wait. Stop there," she heard his faint and raspy voice demand.

"What? Why? Lucien?"

He tried and failed to sit up against his pillow once more. "Just," he swallowed. Even that hurt. "Walk over here slowly. Give me something to live for."

She felt self-conscious for a brief moment as a blush warmed her. Regaining composure, she bit down on her lip to keep from smiling at him. "Have they given you a dose too much?" she retorted as she sauntered, swaying her hips purposefully, toward his bed.

Despite the tiredness in his eyes, his gaze managed to sear her form with a heated desire that made her delightfully nervous. She thought for a moment that she'd forgotten how to walk.

"Your water," she acknowledged and set it down before leaning down to run her fingers through his hair.

"Thank you," he hummed appreciatively, leaning into her head scratches. "You scared Alice off," he began to laugh but winced at the pressure in his chest.

"Shh," she urgently pulled her chair closer to his bed and sat down, clutching his hand in hers. "I did no such thing. Alice is not an easy woman to scare off."

He squeezed her hand in agreement as his breathing returned to normal. "I know. But your warning glare did the trick."

"Well, you need rest Lucien," she maintained. "I won't have you straining yourself, getting excited talking about your make-shift medical contraptions. I am however, very glad that you were able to concoct such a remedy in time, or else…" her voice cracked as she bent down, sinking her forehead down to settle against his upper arm. Lucien's left hand struggled across his body to comb through her hair.

"Jean, my all-" he began but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Jean crooked her neck to see Charlie at the door.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Jean," he hesitated at the door frame. "Am I interrupting?"

"Of course not, Charlie. Please."

Her hands refused to leave Lucien and smoothed up and down the warmth of his skin, against the coarse hair of his arms. "Are there any updates?" she directed at Charlie but her eyes remained focused on Lucien, unable to look away from the evidence of the miracle that he lived to be there. Her Lucien. She would make sure he was more careful in the future as best she could. She would remind him that he was gambling with her world. He was her everything too and she swore to herself sometimes that she would have to stand before a bullet to make him believe it.