Well, here we are! The final chapter of this story. I've kept it pretty low key so you'll just have to use some imagination...I did spend quite a long time thinking about Craig McLachlan's chest, but I'm keeping those thoughts to myself!

In the half light of Sunday's dawn, Lucien woke to the sight of the dark curls of Jean's hair on the pillow beside him. Married for a matter of hours, he had never seen Jean like this; tousled hair, loose limbs, totally relaxed, and naked. They were spooned together in the middle of the bed, and Lucien found himself studying the milky smoothness of the skin on her back. He wanted to run his fingertips over the smooth curve of her waist and hip, but didn't want to wake her just yet, so he resisted.

He turned over memories of the previous day in his mind, savouring the moments that stood out to him; Jean on Christopher's arm as she came into the church, Matthew giving his speech as best man, Jean's hand in his as they spoke to friends at the reception.

Then later, with Mattie and Charlie staying with friends, Lucien and Jean had come home, and with some relief closed the door behind them. Pouring them both a drink, he took Jean to the familiar couch in the studio and slowly, gently, set about loving her for the first time without any restraints or limits. She responded with a boldness that both surprised and delighted him, and by the time he led her to bed, all nerves were forgotten.

Now, in the slowly developing daylight, he marvelled at his good fortune in finding Jean. Finally unable to stop himself, he stroked delicately down her back and over her hip, thinking about the fragility and price of happiness. He could not remember ever loving as fiercely as this, but two people had died before he and Jean could love each other, and in a way Christopher and Mei Lin would always be there in the background of their new life.

Jean turned towards him with a growing smile, cuddling against his chest as his arms went round her. After a while she stirred and said sleepily, "I should get up and make you some breakfast."

"Oh no, you're not the housekeeper anymore! Food can wait for a bit, just stay here with me," his voice low and persuasive.

Jean stroked his chest and tucked her head against his neck, sighing with satisfaction. As she started to kiss his neck and jaw, Lucien glanced up at the ceiling and noticed the gold leaf glittering in the light against the dark wood.

"So beautiful," he murmured, and kissed her in return.