Note: Inspired by photos posted by yourjodeanfaceblog on tumblr.
Jean unwrapped the delicate garment and held it out in front of her. Pale chiffon, so transparent it made Jean blush. She bought it on a whim a few weeks ago along with some expensive lipstick and perfume. "For my wedding night," Jean told herself, ignoring the voice in her head that pointed out she had no wedding date. Now as she regarded herself in the mirror Jean realized that she always knew it wasn't for her wedding night. It was time. They had been apart too long. Glancing carefully out her bedroom door, she padded barefoot down the hallway.
Lucien paced back and forth in his bedroom. The kiss in the kitchen had unnerved him. It was not his own loss of control that surprised him, it was watching Jean come undone and then pull away. They could not continue like this much longer. Lucien had half undressed but could not bring himself to settle down. He must go to her. He didn't care why; even if all he got was a slap in the face at least the issue would be settled. Taking a deep breath, he strode out into the hallway, coming to a sudden halt.
"Jean?"
Jean is frozen in place, mortified. Lucien is staring at her, eyes wide. He is breathing heavily and Jean wonders if he is unwell.
"Jean, I..."
Jean stares at the floor, her voice barely a whisper.
"I wanted to see you."
"I was coming to speak to you."
They stand in silence for what feels like an eternity. Jean glances up slightly, noticing his state of undress, and wonders if they had the same intentions. She remembers why they are here and manages a shy smile. Lucien reaches out and takes her hand. Slowly, he leads her into his bedroom.