Drabble prompt #4: "Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage?"
Part 2 Jean's Massage.
He catches her rubbing her lower back having just put the saucepan away in the cupboard. "Jean, are you alright?"
"What? Oh yes, I'm fine. Nothing, a hot bath won't work out."
He takes the few steps from the sink to her side, rubbing her shoulders affectionately. "Are you sure? You work too hard around here."
"Yes, I'm sure." She gives him a quick peck on the lips. "I'm heading upstairs. You have paperwork to finish." His head droops, paperwork is not how he wants to spend his evening.
Lucien sits at his desk reviewing notes for Alice, his fingers twirling a pen. He glances at the pen, smiling fondly at the memory from a few weeks ago when he couldn't get off the floor after dropping that very pen. His face brightens as an idea comes to mind.
He quickly changes out of suit to ready himself for bed then dashes up the stairs. His hand is raised, ready to knock on the bathroom door when it swings open. Jean stands before him. Her dressing gown wrapped around her, clinging to her damp skin.
"Lucien what is it?" Her brow creases in confusion at his presence.
His confidence waines seeing his darling Jean before him. "Do you...well...I mean...I could give you a massage? To help your back that is." He uses her own words with a devilish grin masking his nervousness.
"A massage sounds lovely." She pulls on the sash of his robe, Jeanguiding him towards her room.
Jean folds the blankets farther down on her bed before she sits on the edge looking up at Lucien who seems to be fumbling with what happens next. "I'll just…" he motions that he will turn around, "while you get on the bed." He turns catching a glimpse of Jean in the mirror loosening the knot holding her dressing gown closed. He quickly diverts his eyes. Keep yourself together Major!
"Lucien, I'm ready." He turns to find Jean laying on the bed, head turned towards him. Her robe is folded down so that the smooth skin of her back is exposed waiting for Lucien's hands.
She tries to watch his movements but as he gets closer to the bed, closer to her body she can no longer see him without turning. She can feel her breath quicken with anticipation. She lets out a slight gasp at the feel of the bed creaking under his weight, the touch of his strong legs straddling hers.
Her muscles tense at the touch of his hands slick with something fragrant but what she doesn't know. "Lucien, what is that?"
"Relax." He starts rubbing his hand across her back in wide circles spreading the oil out evenly. "It's just something I picked up after you helped me with my back." She can't see the grin that covers his face.
Before Jean is even aware of herself she is lost in his expert touch, moaning softly into her pillow. His touch is gentle, attentive traveling down her arms, to her legs without ever losing contact with her skin. She finds herself becoming more relaxed, practically drifting to sleep to the rhythm of his hands.
It is when he once again straddles her on his return path to her back that she is drawn back to the moment and the increased longing that is in both of them. A low moan escapes from deep within her. She is putty in his hands
Lucien can feel his composure shattering with every moan and movement Jean makes. There is only so much a man can take! When Jean gave him a massage all those weeks ago it was to help with the pain he was experiencing. Tonight she is not in pain, tonight this is to show her that he appreciates all that she does, to give her a bit of pleasure. If he doesn't stop soon he may cross a line that she isn't ready to cross. He has waited this long what is a couple more weeks?
The sudden chill that hits her body when Lucien gets off of the bed has her eyes opening wide. He must notice because in an instant he has the sheet up to her shoulders. Jean turns and sits up holding the sheet close to her breast.
He fumbles around towards the door. "Alright then. Feel better?"
"Uhhh, yes. I suppose so." She answers, not sure of the meaning of all that is happening.
"Right then. Goodnight Jean." Lucien opens the bedroom door, exiting quickly.
"Goodnight Lucien." She says to the closed door then flops her head on the pillow with a humph of frustration.
Outside her bedroom Lucien leans against the door, berating himself for his lack of control, his cowardice for just not being bloody good enough. His head bangs on the door in his own frustration. He hears her call Lucien.
He opens the door to find her still lying with just the sheet covering her bare body. She looks so beautiful to him but there is a sadness in her face or is it disappointment he sees? He takes a chance stepping closer. "Jeanie, I could use some help." He gives her a shy smile.
She shifts in her small bed, her eyes full of love for this man before her, "well then, you better come here."