This picks up after episode 5.2. Hope you enjoy.
Lucien could dance with Jean forever. As they swayed from side to side, their faces drifted closer until their lips met in a dance of their own. Soon after, their lips and hands were all that were moving as their feet stilled. Breaking for air, Jean leaned her head on his shoulder, breathing heavily. He ran his hands up and down her back, leaning his cheek against her head. Both soaking in the feel of being in each other's arms. Jean was the first to speak. "I almost came to your room last night." His hands stilled on her back as he waited for her to continue and tried to grasp the idea of Jean coming to him in the middle of the night. "Our kiss in the kitchen left me…wanting you." She was finding it easier to confess without eye contact. Although, she could feel from her hand on his chest that his heartbeat had sped up. "Rose caught me out in the hallway and I made up a silly excuse that I was going downstairs to get my knitting." He smiled and rubbed his cheek against her head. "She saw right through it and I went back to my room. I was so embarrassed. I saw it as a sign that we are supposed to wait. I even went to confession this morning."
He needed to console her. He put his hands on her cheeks so that he could look in her eyes. "Jean, you have nothing to feel embarrassed about. I want you too. But…" He gave her a small kiss. "I want you to not feel any conflict about it. To be completely comfortable with us. If that happens to be our wedding night, then so be it." He kissed her nose. "If it's before, well, that's certainly okay with me too." His eyes twinkling, he tapped her nose with his to try to lighten the tension within her. "Whenever you are ready. You don't have to rush it. I'm not going anywhere." She seemed to relax a bit and he leaned in to join their lips again. They slowly broke apart and he asked, "How about that cuppa?"
Relieved, she replied, "Yes, please."
They sat back down, his arm around her shoulders as she leaned in to his side. "Patrick knows about our engagement. I forgot to remove my ring while he was here." She reached up and intertwined her fingers with his. "He said he wouldn't say anything."
He squeezed her hand. "I trust Patrick. Of course, worse things can happen than everyone finding out about our engagement."
She smiled at that. "You know, something he said to me really resonated. He said to not let anyone make us unhappy about something that should be celebrated. He said we were meant to be." She shifted so that she could meet his eyes and stroked his cheek along his beard. "We are meant to be. That's what makes it so difficult to stay away from your room. I am completely comfortable with us, by the way. Why do I care what anyone else thinks? This should be celebrated. We should celebrate. Part of me knew the right thing to do this morning was repent and confess my lustful thoughts, but a bigger part of me was more disappointed that I hadn't made it to your room. How can something that feels so right be so wrong?" Her candidness had him agape. He was speechless. Seeing this amused her. She never wanted him more than right now. She noticed the color of his eyes had deepened. She couldn't believe she had just rambled on like that. No wonder the poor man was speechless. He's probably trying to catch up. "Are you okay?"
Lucien seemed to find his words. "I think…" He cradled her cheek with his hand and took a deep breath. "I think I love you more today than I did yesterday, and I didn't think it was possible to love you any more than that. My heart is overflowing." He whispered the last part and leaned in closer to her lips. "You are a wonder, Jean." Their kiss deepened and his hands stilled when he felt her remove his tie. He pulled back to look in her eyes. "Jean?"
She gave him a mischievous grin. "Charlie called and said he would be late tonight. Told us to not wait up." She kissed his bottom lip and sucked it, releasing it with a pop. His head was spinning, they were moving so fast but he couldn't stop. Not now. He gave her a smirk and kissed her hard.
After a few minutes he rose from the couch, bringing Jean with him. "What did you put in the tea, anyway?"
She laughed as they headed to his room. "Not pine bark."
Lucien smirked at that and spun her around so that she was walking backwards and hugged her close, whispering in her ear, taking hold of her earlobe between his lips. "No, I don't expect we'll need that for a long while." This sent delectable shivers down her spine. Yes, this was where they were meant to be.
As they crossed the threshold to his room, he leant back giving her a questioning look. As if she could turn back now. She reached past him and shut his door. "Let's celebrate, shall we?"