18. kisses where one person is sitting in the other's lap
19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
20. top of head kisses
Jean leaned in the doorway, her arms crossed, appraising him. Lucien was hard at work, rotating seamlessly between patient notes and research for the latest murder case. Jean cleared her throat to get his attention. He didn't look up. She called his name.
"Ah Jean. Something I can help you with?"
Jean raised an eyebrow.
"Nice of you to notice. It's getting late. Are you coming to bed?"
"Yes I'll be right there."
Lucien resumed his reading and Jean could see she was getting nowhere. This would not do at all. Jean walked around his desk and set the books aside, sitting in front of him. Papers crinkled lightly underneath her.
"Those are my notes!"
"Yes and I'm your wife and I've barely seen you all week."
Lucien gave her a sympathetic look, running his hands along the sides of her thighs.
"I know. It's just this case. I know I'm missing something. If I could just figure out what it is. I'll be along soon, I promise."
Jean pushed Lucien lightly on his chest, causing him to sit back in his chair. Jean stood up from the desk and settled in in his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders for balance. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor.
"I like this. It's much more comfortable than sitting on your desk."
"Now, Jean..."
Jean ignored his protests and started peppering his face with kisses. He tried to reach weakly for a book. She pulled his hand away.
"I miss you, you know. It gets lonely in that big studio without you. I don't like going to bed alone."
"I..."
Jean cut him short with a hard kiss on the lips. Lucien gradually melted into her, his arms reaching around her waist. When Jean finally pulled away he looked into her eyes gratefully.
"Are you sure this can't wait until morning?"
Lucien pulled her tighter and rested his head on her chest, letting out a little moan of frustration.
"I'm so close. I won't be more than a few minutes. You go on ahead."
Jean ran a finger inside his collar, but getting no response she sighed with resignation. She placed her hands against the sides of his face and kissed his forehead.
"Suit yourself. Don't stay up too late."
Jean stood up, briefly leaning on him for balance before leaving the room.
"Goodnight Jean."
Lucien poured himself a drink and resumed his book but his eyes glazed over the words. He tried to write up some patient notes but kept throwing out partially written copies, his train of thought lost. Finally he sat back in his chair, glass in hand, going over the events of a few minutes ago. He idly picked up one of the pieces of paper Jean had sat on and examined it. Suddenly he placed both hands on the desk, eyes wide.
"Lucien Blake you are a bloody fool."
With a grin he downed the last of his whiskey and stood up. With the light on and papers still on the floor, Lucien rushed towards the bedroom.