Did someone ask for another steamy one? Because I'm pretty sure someone did. Here's another play on "what was that for?"
Enjoy!
They absolutely shouldn't be doing this.
And yet, here they were, doing this.
To be fair, their wedding was just a few weeks away, and Elizabeth was finding it increasingly difficult to keep a respectful distance from her fiance. Plus, it sure seemed like one Lucas Bouchard felt the same way.
As his mind finally caught up with what was happening, he ran through the events of the last few minutes. Elizabeth had rushed into his office at the saloon, quietly shutting the door behind her. He'd barely had time to look up from his paperwork, much less stand up, before he noticed the look in her eyes.
And he barely had time to recognize that look before she was pulling him against her, arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to meet her lips with his. Lucas immediately followed suit, securing his arms around her waist to mold her body to his, deepening the kiss as he did so.
As her hands ran through his hair, his ran along her back, and suddenly she had him pinned against his desk. She broke their kiss, only to trail her lips along his jaw and into the crook of his neck. An involuntary groan escaped him, the sound causing his mind to catch back up once more.
"Elizabeth," he said, voice rough, "what are you doing?"
When she didn't respond, continuing her assault on his neck, he guided her lips back to his for another forceful kiss.
Eventually, when they both needed to come up for air, they broke the kiss once more. The couple remained close, foreheads touching, eyes closed, breathing heavily. But before either could move further, he leaned in again, pressing one last, quick kiss to her lips.
"I'm not complaining, but what was that for?" he asked a moment later, still holding her in his arms.
Elizabeth smiled, her eyes bright as she looked up at him. "I'm just getting tired of waiting."
Lucas laughed, shaking his head. "You and me both, my love, but" he continued, running his hands up and down her arms, "thankfully we're almost there."
"If you ask me," she started before planting a kiss on his cheek that quickly escalated into her making her way to his ear, "it's not soon enough." He could feel her breath and a shiver ran up his spine.
"I do believe you're the one that wanted to wait until summer" Lucas pointed out. "If I'd had my way, we would've been married a long time ago."
Elizabeth pulled back, smirking at him. "Can you blame me for wanting to wait until I had a whole summer free to spend with my husband? Just think…" she whispered, leaning closer so her lips were just brushing over his, "We'll have the whole honeymoon to ourselves." She kissed him then, lightly, before pulling away once more to continue. "And then the whole rest of the summer to spend together. Just us and Jack."
"And half the town, probably" Lucas pointed out, nodding his head toward the door as he did so. "You can't tell me they aren't going to barge into our house at all times for who knows what reason."
"See, that's where you're mistaken, Mr. Bouchard. That is what locks are for."
Elizabeth leaned in one more, intending to continue what she'd started, when the door to his office shot open. The couple jumped from their places, attempting to put a respectful distance between them as quickly as possible, but if the knowing look on Gustave's face was any indication, he knew all too well what they'd been up to.
"Gustave!" Lucas said quickly, running a hand through his disheveled hair in an attempt to put it back in place. Elizabeth stood next to him, smoothing out the lines in her skirt and avoiding eye contact at all costs.
The chef, however, had a knowing look in his eyes. "Pourquoi ai-je le sentiment que cela va devenir un événement plus courant après votre mariage?"
While Elizabeth only picked up a few words, it was obvious that Lucas had caught the full meaning, his cheeks reddening.
"Viens me trouver quand tu en as fini avec ça" Gustave continued, nodding his head before turning to leave. He paused in the doorway, adding "et peut-être apprendre à utiliser la serrure" before walking out, the door clicking shut behind him.
Elizabeth let out the breath she'd been holding in. "What did he say?" she asked, turning to face her modified fiance.
"Well" Lucas responded, running his hand through his hair yet again, "for one, he suggested that we learn how to use a lock." He turned to glance at Elizabeth, and the two burst into a fit of laughter. He pulled her close once more, certain that Gustave would ensure they would have no other interruptions. "Thankfully, we have all the time in the world to master that skill."
"I think, Mr. Bouchard, that there are a few other skills we should work on mastering first" Elizabeth said, leaning closer again.
"Is that so? What exactly did you have in mind?"
Her lips on his gave him his answer.
For those wondering: here's some French translation: Gustave initially asks "Why do I feel like this is going to become a more common occurrence after your wedding?" He then asks Lucas to come find him when he's finished and suggests that they learn how to use a lock. Gustave has quickly become one of my favorite characters, and I do speak some French (although I'm a bit rusty, so hopefully I got this short bit right!) so I knew I had to include him in this one.