- Posting some drabbles from Tumblr - to keep them in one place...
"I feel like we never get time alone anymore," he grumbled.
"What do you mean? We're alone now."
"You know what I mean."
"Well, I do know you were spoiled by our honeymoon," she pursed her lips coyly.
He grinned wickedly. "I know that too. But seriously, Jeannie. I do miss you."
"I'm right here," she shuffled closer to him on the couch, curling her legs beside her and resting her head on his chest. "There. Does this help?"
He kissed her forehead, along her hairline. "No," he breathed mournfully and smoothed his hand down her back to sit restlessly at the rise of her hip, his fingertips digging in. He pulled her closer. "I'm beyond help."
"Lucien…" she hesitated but squeezed his hand easily.
He brushed his lips to hers then frisked his gaze at her pout. "I'm afraid there's nothing to be done about it."
"No cure, doctor?"
"No," he said solemnly. "It's driven the brightest minds in medicine mad, I'm afraid."
"Ah! That explains it."
"As if I'd want that treatment. Well not most days.."
"Lucien!" she sat up straight and gave him an incredulous stare.
"I'm sorry, darling. But it would make me less distracted."
"I distract you?"
"You're obstructing, if you must know. But I wouldn't change it for anything."
"Well," she huffed and settled back against him. "Good?"
"It is. This afternoon for instance, when I was supposed to be filling out a report for Matthew, I was distracted by thoughts of a scene just like this one," he elaborated. "And while I was thinking of you, and neglecting the case file, I looked up and noticed the police station's hydrangeas which made me think of you again. I never got that report done, come to think of it. I was heading home before I realized."
"Matthew won't be pleased when he gets home."
"Probably not," Lucien tilted her chin up to reassure her with his lips on hers. "Let's make ourselves scarce then before he arrives, hmm?"
"You are incorrigible. But I missed you today too."