Thank you for the reviews! This picks up after episode 5.6. Hope you enjoy.
Neither Matthew or Charlie made it home for dinner, which secretly excited Jean. That meant a nice quiet dinner with just Lucien. They kept sharing loving glances at one another while they ate, holding hands every so often. She noticed he didn't eat much. "Are you feeling okay? You've hardly touched your food."
He looked down and realized he really hadn't. "I guess I'm just tired. I keep thinking about Mr. Worthington." It sounded good anyway. In reality, his guilt was eating at the pit of his stomach. He felt that mailing the divorce papers along with his affidavit was his only option. He did so without telling Jean, of course. Lying to her was wrong and he knew it. Instead of righting it, he opted to pretend as though he had done nothing. It would all work out in the end and this would help speed up the process. She would understand. She had to.
She studied him and squeezed his hand. "I knew this case was getting to you. Can I do anything to help?"
He smiled warmly at her. He really didn't deserve her. "You are helping." He leaned over and she met him half way, engaging in a loving kiss. He ended it by rubbing his nose against hers in a playful manner.
She grinned and got up to take their plates to the sink. She felt his eyes on her. She walked back to the table to grab their glasses. He reached for her hand and pulled her into his lap. He grunted and winced in pain but held her as she tried to get back up, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Lucien, I'm hurting you."
He held her tight and smiled. "Jean, darling, you never hurt me." She stroked his cheek with her bandaged hand. "It's just tender is all."
"It's an impossible task to get you to rest your wounds. You…are impossible." She lightly slapped his cheek, smiling. "But I love you."
He smirked knowingly. He turned his head, kissing her hand. "Speaking of resting wounds, we might be able to rid yourself of that bandage. Let's take a look at that."
"Oh, that would be lovely!" Neither one made a move to get up, content on staying in each other's arms. Instead, he found her lips again. They kissed passionately until she felt him tense up in pain, realizing that they had gotten a little too zealous. She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead on his, as their breathing calmed. "See. It's too much. You need rest."
He rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay. Let's look at your hand." Giving his lips one last kiss, she raised herself from his lap and sat in her chair. He scooted forward and removed the bandage. Inspecting the burns, he found they were just about totally healed. "This looks really good, love. I'd say you don't need another bandage on it."
Jean was relieved. It was difficult trying to keep it dry and incredibly bothersome. "Oh, thank you, Lucien!"
He understood how she felt and smiled. "Of course. Shall we go sit by the fire?"
"Yes, that sounds good. I'll join you after I clean up. Go get comfortable."
He gave her a quick peck on the lips and headed to the studio to start the fire. Once that was done, he turned on the wireless and grabbed a drink for he and Jean. She still wasn't done yet so he decided now might be a good time to redress his wound and went to his bedroom. Jean had been helping him with his dressings but he thought he'd be able to manage it now. He stripped off his shirt and singlet and was having difficulty getting the bandage off. He was thinking it was stuck on the stiches. That's when Jean found him. "Don't pull on it!" He startled and she laughed as she walked over to him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
He jokingly glared at her. "You didn't scare me. I was just concentrating too hard on this bugger is all."
"Ah, I see. Mind if I give it a go?" She said in a teasing manner.
Continuing the banter, he responded, "Please do. I shouldn't have attempted it without you to begin with."
She grinned at that while trying to free the bandage. "You'd be fine if it wasn't for these stitches…" As she said it, she was able to free the bandage. "And the dried blood. You were doing too much, Lucien. You must rest."
Choosing to ignore her, he winced as she cleaned the area and applied a new bandage. She finished it with a kiss against his chest. She was so gentle and the way her lips lingered there brought tears to his eyes. When she lifted her head, he put his hand on her cheek. "Let's go rest then, shall we?"
"Splendid idea, Doctor." She helped him put a fresh singlet on and they made their way to the studio hand in hand.
They snuggled together on the couch watching the fire. Jean leaned her head on Lucien's shoulder, closing her eyes. These were some of her favorite moments. Just the two of them, cuddling, soaking in the warmth of the fire.
He turned his head and rested his lips against her hairline, closing his eyes. He wished they could stay like that forever. It was so peaceful and they were both happy. He was anxious to get the divorce over with but he was more worried about what will happen when Jean finds out what he's done. Trying his best to put that into the back of his mind, he squeezed Jean a bit, kissing her head.
Jean smiled and rubbed her hand along his arm that was wrapped around her. "We should go to the cinema again. I enjoy being out with you." She turned her head and met his lips in a languid kiss.
"Mmm, I quite enjoy being inside with you." Her laugh was muffled with his kiss.