A/N: A fluffy little one-shot that has been hidden away in the depths of my computer for the past couple of months and I thought I would get around to sharing. Happy reading!
The waves of the river Seine rippled through the city with ease while the sun continued to rise higher over Paris, the world already wide awake and full of life as automobiles and busses took people to work, tourists snapped their photographs of the sights, and the gulls cried while they soared through the skies. In the hotel standing near the Seine, however, one couple was still dead to the world. Jean was snoring gently into the side of her husband's neck as her nose was buried there and her fingers were curled into the thatch of hair on his chest, her leg hooked over his hip as she was cuddled against him and his arms were wrapped tight around her frame.
The two of them had been in Paris for almost a fortnight now and were making the most of every second of their long-awaited time together, taking every opportunity to create memories that would last them a lifetime. A soft breeze crept into the room through the open window, flapping the silk drapes that hung in front of it a little, and ventured around for a time before finally running through Jean's hair and easing her from her peaceful slumber. Her hand moved down her husband's chest and came to settle on his waist as she took a moment to truly wake, her fingers tracing the gentlest circles onto his hip underneath the covers as she cuddled closer to him. In the silence, she could hear Lucien breathing deeply while he slumbered and she smiled at knowing that he was so at peace.
Back in Ballarat, he was forever on edge, the horrors that he had to witness on a day-to-day basis on account of his job keeping him from ever getting a full night's sleep, but ever since they had come away on their honeymoon his sleep had improved tremendously.
Her eyes flitted open when his fingers twitched against her hip a short while later, and she was unable to resist the urge to roll over onto her front when he tightened his hold of her in his sleep and brushed a rather clumsy kiss against her brow. He always had such an innocent expression on his face when he slept, his hair flopped onto his forehead in the most delightfully boyish fashion, and she had to admit that it was one of her favourite looks on him. She stroked a loose strand of hair back from his forehead in order to kiss him there, her heart racing when he hummed and stirred a little beneath her lips. When she pulled back again and laid her head on his chest, she could tell that he had fallen back to sleep once he'd managed to subconsciously convince himself that she was content.
She laid there in silence for a little while longer as she traced circles into the hairs on his chest and trailed her foot along his calve in a most soothing manner, but she soon decided that it was time to get up and face the day ahead. Before pulling back the covers, she laid a hand on his cheek and pressed her lips to his own in a soft kiss, brushing her thumb against the slight stubble she felt there as she pulled back from him again. "I love you so much…" She whispered before turning in place and leaving the warm confines of the bed, her arms crossing over her chest as she shivered while padding across the bedroom in her slip. Her nightgown wasn't going to do this morning, it was much too cold, and so she wandered over to the chest of drawers in search of one of her husband's jumpers.
She was always looking for an excuse to steal them.
Partly because they were all so thick and warm, but mostly because they smelled of him and she just loved to bury her nose in them.
She settled on the blue one, one of his newer purchases, and once she had taken it from the drawer she wasted no time in pulling it on over her head. It was miles too big for her, the hem ended just before her knees and the sleeves kept tumbling down her arms no matter how high she rolled them up, but that was why she loved them. Once she was positive that she would be warm enough, she headed out of the bedroom and wandered over to the little kitchen area of their suite in search of a cup of coffee. She had never been much of a morning person, which she supposed was rather odd to think about considering she'd attended numerous early morning masses in her time, but a strong cup of coffee always managed to do the trick when she needed something to wake her up a little bit.
As she filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove to boil, she felt a pair of strong hands find her waist through the jumper and she smiled to herself when she felt her husband's chest against her back. "You know, you look better in that jumper than I could ever hope to?" Lucien's voice was still somewhat hoarse from slumber as he hummed those words in her ear, her hand coming up to rest on the back of his head when he stooped to leave a trail of warm kisses across her freckled shoulder and up the side of her neck. She melted against him on instinct as her eyes fell closed and she focused on the feeling of his lips moving over her skin, her thumb brushing against the hairs she discovered at the nape of his neck before he pulled back a little and she turned her head towards him.
The second her gaze met his, she felt her heart race at the intense love that she saw there and her breath trembled with anticipation when he turned her to face him and trapped her in a sense between himself and the counter. "I am so unbelievably in love with you, Jean Blake," He shook his head, his gaze leaving hers and falling to her lips before he looked at her once again and brought his hand to rest on her cheek. The two of them looked at one another in silence for a time as he brushed his thumb against her skin, but the urge to kiss her soon became too strong for him to ignore a moment longer and so he dipped his head and grazed the tip of his nose against hers for a moment, the two of them humming with satisfaction when he captured her lips with his in a long and tender kiss.
The kiss was chaste for a while, neither of them feeling the need to rush through it, but it deepened naturally when she rose up onto her tiptoes and wrapped her arms tight around his neck in an attempt to fix the height issue. She began to tease the hair at the nape of his neck with her fingers as his hands roamed over her back through the jumper, a yelp of surprise escaping her when he brought both hands to her waist again and lifted her onto the counter without warning. The two of them shared a rather breathless chuckle when their kiss broke for a second and their eyes met, but he soon pressed his lips back to hers and she wasted no time in wrapping her arms around him again and drawing him closer. "We'll not make it downstairs in time for breakfast at this rate." She mumbled.
"Breakfast is overrated," He smiled into the kiss, running his fingers through her hair. "Perhaps we'll just go for brunch instead."
"And what, Doctor, do you propose we do until then?" She pulled back a little in order to raise a perfectly sculpted brow at him.
"What indeed?" He asked before he pressed his lips back to hers and neither of them said another word for quite some time.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading. I hope you liked it and reviews would be greatly appreciated.