The week seemed to fly by. Lucien was still required down at the station, there was, most inconveniently, a body turn up in Lake Wendouree. He and Alice Harvey did an autopsy and found that the man had drowned, but he had a bruise to the back of his head, so it was a suspicious death. He had to postpone surgery one afternoon and asked Jean to reschedule the appointments as she would usually do. This meant no time for much more than a kiss during the day, and even a night or two wasted as he and Matthew perused the evidence, while Alice picked away at the samples of hair and water and splinters.
Jean watched him leave the house in the morning almost sadly. She kissed him properly before he opened the door, wiping the trace of lipstick off him before he left, with a little smile on his handsome features.
He came home late on two occasions, finding her asleep in his bed. He couldn't disturb her so contented himself with pulling her close to him and sleeping more deeply than usual, no nightmares creeping through his subconscious.
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A long surgery at the end of the case left him relieved. Maybe he could grab some time with Jean later. He went to light the fire in the studio and then wandered through into the kitchen. She was bending over, taking something out of the oven and he immediately thought something very, well, frankly rather rude! She stood up and put the dish on the stove top while she closed the oven door. He coughed to alert her to his presence and she turned, smiling.
'Finished?' She asked, turning with the dish back in her hands, and moving over to the table.
'All done.' He sighed, and went round to her. He took her in his arms and bent to kiss her. She smiled and ran her tongue seductively across her teeth, he accepted the invitation and kissed her passionately.
They pulled apart, 'Really, doctor.' She patted her curls and looked at him from under her lashes.
He groaned, 'Jean...' barely under control.
'Dinner?' She was teasing him, she knew fine well what he wanted and it wasn't lamb with apricots, potatoes and vegetables. 'You need to keep your strength up.' She grinned wickedly.
'Perhaps you're right,' he agreed, 'it's been a trying week.'
She didn't say what she was thinking, which was 'yes, us trying to have 'fun' in the studio.'
It would be the last time they could have dinner together, just the two of them, for a while. Mattie and Charlie were due back the following day and chances for intimacy would be severely curtailed.
They washed the dishes and Lucien went to pour her a sherry and his whisky.
'I'm going to have a bath, Lucien.' She said, conversationally, 'I'll have my drink afterwards.'
'Oh, right.' He looked surprised, but if that was what she wanted...
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He sat in his chair studying his whisky. He couldn't keep his mind off her in the bath, naked, splashing water over her soft skin, her sweet, slender body shiny with droplets of water and soap, and that tantalising little triangle leading to, for him, paradise. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps she'd like her back washing.
He stood up and straightened his waistcoat and went into the bedroom. He took off his tie, loosened his shirt collar. Then thought, to hell with it, and stripped naked and put his robe on.
He took a deep breath and knocked on the bathroom door.
'Lucien?' She called, had she been too long?
'Jean, forgive me,' he spoke just loud enough for her to hear him through the door, 'I wondered, perhaps you'd like me to wash your back.'
'Oh, yes,' she was grinning, he was slow to catch on tonight, 'that would be nice, do come in.'
She looked him up and down, 'You'll get that robe wet,' she murmured, cheekily.
'Er, yes,' he stuttered, she looked so...'yes that's true, I better take it off.'
He slowly massaged her back with the sponge, admiring her neck and the way the line of her spine fell down below the waterline. He was struggling to keep under control and felt himself become aroused. The bath was a normal sized bath, not really built for two, but if they were organised...
He watched her draw her knees up leaving just enough room for him to join her. He got in, facing her, his knees drawn up hiding his manhood. She raised herself on her knees and leaned over his, parting her legs and pushing his knees down so she was astride him. She raised an eyebrow at the sight before her and took one of his hands and pulled it between her legs, letting him feel first the wet curls, wet from the warm water then he started to move fingers against her, feeling her moist and warm. As he brought her almost to the brink then stopped her she slid her fingers round and down his hot, hard member and then moved over him and took him inside her, slowly rhythmically moving, the water waving round them, her hands now gripping his shoulders as he pushed up and the orgasm shuddered through them both and she arched, tightening round him, refusing to let him go, until she could hold him no longer and she sank onto his now wet chest, gasping out his name.
'Jean, my Jean,' He sighed, stroking her back, down to the very bottom of her spine and back up again making her shiver.
'Oh Lucien, my darling boy.' Everything she said to him came straight from her heart, 'I didn't know...'
'Didn't know what, my love?'
'That it could be like this, that I could be loved and love like this.' She was frightened it would all end, he just wanted a distraction and he would cast her off and she needed to him to know how much she loved him.
He smiled over her head, knowing for once she was struggling to say what she wanted to say, but he understood.
'Shall we go into the studio,' he decided to be practical for once. 'the water's getting cold and the fire down there will be nice and warm. We can canoodle on the rug, if you'd like to?'
'I'd like that very much,' she whispered.
She pushed herself off him and let him get out of the bath first so she could have a quick wash before elegantly stepping out of the bath to be enveloped in the towel he was holding. He kept hold of her and leant down to kiss her, first on her forehead then her lips. She stood there gazing into his eyes; there was something there, something almost wistful she thought, with a tinge of hope behind it.
He turned and took her robe off the back of the door and helped her into it. It was a different one to the one she usually wore, one he'd never seen before, what could be described more as a bathrobe, being of a warmer fluffy material, rather than the satin-like one he was used to seeing her in. She pulled it round her and wriggled so the towel dropped from underneath it and fell to the floor. She kicked it to the bath, to mop up the spills from the bath-time activity, she would deal with that in the morning when she cleaned the bathroom.
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Both wrapped in robes and pink from the bath they sat on the rug in front of the fire. Lucien leant against his chair and she lay against him, between his legs. His arms wrapped round her, hands inside her robe, lazily caressing her breasts. She raised her head and watched the gold flakes flicker in the firelight and moaned as he circled her nipple and it raised, a little firm knot against his hand. She felt him become aroused even through the thickness of her bathrobe. In her mind's eye she could see what was pressing up against her and wondered what he was planning from that angle. One of his hands moved outside her robe and lifted it up so he had her bare bottom against his erection which was now much as she expected, free from his robe.
He put his hand under her and slowly moved his fingers against her now moist folds, he had certainly got the knack of bringing her almost to a climax then slowing down. He lifted her so he could position himself and slowly lowered her onto him hearing her gasp at this, she never knew, Christopher..., oh, god! his hands were still there and as he moved his fingers just over that certain place, and they moved in rhythm until she squealed as she came then she felt him come milliseconds after. His hands were inside her robe holding her, now as one last thrust saw her groan and another orgasm shook her body. She could barely breathe and he held her there until he softened and slid from her.
He lowered her back between his legs and she turned and lay her head on his chest, still gasping for breath.
'Lucien, what..?' Was there no limit to his techniques for loving her.
'Oh, I'm sorry Jean,' it had never really occurred to him that Jean was not as well versed in the different ways of... she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.
'No, it's alright, in fact it was just that Christopher...' now she was worried, firstly mentioning her first and only other lover's name when they had just...and revealing her limited experience.
'More fool him,' Lucien commented, kissing the top of her head, 'well if we are going to confess, Mei Lin was a little, er, reticent.'
Jean giggled, 'more fool her, then.'
'So,' he was curious, 'if Christopher was er...'
'Less than adventurous?' she offered,
'...yes that, then how..?' how did she know what to do?
'I just followed your lead.' after all that was what she had done with Christopher, as an innocent seventeen year old.
'Oh, right.'
Jean looked at him, confusion all over his face. The first time he had taken her, that night in his bedroom was the way that Christopher had done, but with a few more touches, even allowing her to touch him, which Christopher wouldn't let her do, for some strange reason, and the way Lucien had touched her, waiting until she was ready, and longer and with her husband she had rarely, if at all, achieved an orgasm.
'But that second time, on the couch...' he wondered, 'when we nearly got caught by Mattie.' He had been surprised when she had straddled him and rode him the way she did.
'Mm..' she tipped her head to one side, 'I surprised myself.' Then she thought, 'you didn't seem to mind.'
'Mind! Bloody hell, woman, you were amazing.' He widened his eyes, 'in fact you never seemed to amaze me.'
'Or you, me.' She reached up and kissed him, then snuggled down against his chest, listening to his, now, steady heartbeat.
They lay there for some time, the fire now a pile of glowing embers.
'What are we going to do when the others are back?' She asked.
'Be creative, lock the studio door.' He suggested.
'That's only going to make them suspicious, and what if the phone goes.' She noted.
'Mm... we could always tell them the truth.' He winked.
'Lucien, for heavens' sake!' Jean was shocked at the suggestion.
'Well, although it's putting the cart before the horse, how about tell them we're courting, at least if you'll let me court you?' He wondered, it was a bit late.
'Then at least if they catch us kissing it won't matter.' She liked the idea of being courted by him.
Actually, Lucien wanted to propose, but didn't quite know if he should; then they could have this when they wanted, no guilt.
'But it still doesn't mean we can risk this, the way we have done this week, cases notwithstanding.' He admitted, courting would be a bit limiting and tame after the way they had been carrying on.
'True,' she mused, go on, Lucien, she willed, ask me to marry you, please.
'Jean,'
'Hm?'
Deep breath, 'marry me.' The silence was deafening, she feigned thought, pursed her lips, tipped her head as if considering it.
'Yes,' a barely audible whisper.
'Oh Jean,' he breathed out, relief flooded his brain, and he kissed her. first her forehead, then each eye, then her nose, then her lips and as her lips parted he kissed her passionately. he rolled so she was under him and moved down to kiss and mark her collarbones, suck at her breasts, down her body, licking her belly button then further as he felt her buck against him and he went to flick his tongue over her, again bringing her to the brink then moving his mouth up her body repeating the licking, kissing and sucking until he was back at her mouth, and she felt the tip of yet another erection start to enter her, then almost out, then a little further, each time moving a little further in until he thrust and flooded her with his seed and she came, gasping his name over and over again, slamming her hands on the floor, thinking her heart would stop, and wondering how he could do this to her so many times in one night. Marriage was going to be exhausting, fun, but exhausting.
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She stripped and remade his bed, thinking that last night would be the last time she could sleep there, unless Charlie and Mattie were away, which happened so rarely she had resigned herself to returning to celibacy.
They told Charlie and Mattie they were courting and that they would marry soon. Charlie congratulated them so did Mattie, but she was the one who asked why 'soon.'
'Why not?' Jean said, innocently, 'there's nothing to stop us.'
'Of course, it's just that it's so sudden,' but she was happy for them.
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Time was rarely on Jean and Lucien's side and finding time to set a date for the wedding was becoming difficult. Jean suggested he book some time off, officially from his police surgeon duties and they could go away for a short honeymoon as well. He agreed it was the only way they could arrange it.
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She continued to act as his housekeeper and receptionist and they would use the after surgery tea-time as the time for a kiss and a cuddle, where she would sit on his lap and nestle into him. But that was all, they both found it difficult to leave it at a kiss and a cuddle.
He was out at the station, she had decided to so some gardening, and had pruned, and weeded, cut the grass, planted some cuttings and was thinking of going back inside to clean up and put the dinner that she had prepared earlier, in the oven. She looked at her hands, covered in dirt, she felt hot and sticky and less than desirable. Looking at the time she saw she had time for a bath, a long one, before dinner. She washed her hands and put the dish into the oven and went up to bathe.
She was relaxed, lying with her eyes closed, thinking of the time he'd joined her, but, no, stop it Jean! She told herself, it doesn't help. She thought she heard the door go and then,
'Jean!' Lucien was back, her heart did a little back flip.
'Be right there.' She sighed and got out of the bath and dried herself enough to put her bathrobe over her still damp body. She appeared on the stairs, and he smiled, her hair lay in damp curls round her face and he was fairly sure she was naked under her robe. It had been weeks since he'd done more than slip his hand inside her blouse in the study, both knowing if they went any further they wouldn't stop and they would get caught. He went slowly up the stairs removing his jacket, waistcoat and tie and undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, and stopped when his face was in line with her knees, then one more step and the top of her legs was in his eye line, hidden behind her robe was paradise. He pulled aside the robe and kissed the triangle of curls. He felt her shiver and she shifted so her legs were apart, just enough for him to flick his tongue over her special spot.
'Ah,' she sighed, and stroked his head. He moved slowly up each step kissing and licking the damp skin until he came to her breasts and he flicked his tongue round her nipples, feeling them rise and stiffen. He took the next two steps to be with her and opened her robe fully, pushing against her and kissing her passionately.
'Lucien,' she felt him hard already, 'my room,' she whispered.
He carried her into the only room he never entered and stood her in front of him. She looked him up and down with a wicked grin on her face. The unmistakable bulge in his trousers threatened the integrity of the zip. She went right up to him and finished undoing his shirt, lifting it off his shoulders, swiftly followed by his singlet, and he complained about her layers! She held his gaze as she slowly undid the zip and freed his manhood from the restriction of his shorts. His hand were between her legs, his fingers dipping in and out of her warm wetness. She lifted a leg around his hips and he lifted her up, his tip just at the point of entry and managed, somehow, even he didn't quite know how, to get her onto the bed where he thrust inside her in desperate need to feel her tighten around him and they began to move frantically against each other and the weeks of pent up desire flooded them both and they came together, she groaned, not daring to cry out in case somebody heard, and held him inside her with her heels on his back. He started again to move inside her, still hard still able to flood her and she felt another orgasm surge through her until she could hold him no longer and they moved to lie together, satisfied.
'Oh, Jean,' he gasped, 'I've missed you.'
'Silly boy,' she playfully slapped his arm, 'I'm always here for you.'
'Jean! Lucien!' Mattie's voice floated up and the front door clicked shut.
'Bloody hell!' Lucien looked at Jean her eyes wide with horror.
'Bathroom, you, now.' She pushed him out of her room and across the landing. For him to be caught in her bedroom was unthinkable, so bathroom for him, she hadn't emptied the bath and he could use that as an excuse. She could feign the remains of a headache and ask to be left alone for a little while.
The ploy worked, even if Mattie wondered why the doctor had left his jacket, tie and waistcoat on the stairs.
There had definitely been some changes in their relationship, courting or not, they were much closer, like two teenagers sometimes, and she was sure she had seen Jean frantically fasten the buttons on her blouse on more than one occasion!
Charlie, being a man, just said she was imagining it, Jean was too proper to indulge in anything other than a genteel kiss.
Mattie made some tea and went to sit in the living room to read and eventually Lucien came down in his robe, having made use of the still warm bath. Jean followed some time later having decided that she had better take her time, given the excuse, then go and wash the evidence away before being seen.
'Are you alright, Jean?' Mattie asked, 'you look a little pale.'
'Yes, just a headache, the sun outside, my fault I should have worn a hat.' She smiled and looked at Lucien. She had her hand in her apron pocket and looked troubled.
'Jean,' Lucien looked concerned, 'sit down and have some tea. I'll get you some aspirin.'
'No thank you Lucien,' She said, 'I'll be fine, honestly.'
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She had sat on her bed while Lucien was in the bath, looking at the diary. She always noted her time, since she had married Christopher, and although her cycle was irregular it was never that bad. She couldn't be, could she? How could she be certain? Her breasts weren't painful, but Lucien had barely touched her there lately because of the others in the house and she hadn't noticed anything untoward. She hadn't been sick. She needed a blood test, but she couldn't go to Dr King, he knew her marital state, hell, who didn't? She didn't want to ask Lucien so who?
Alice, she could ask Alice. Alice was the only person she confided in, apart from Lucien, but even Alice didn't know she and Lucien...
But Alice wouldn't judge her and she was sure her and Matthew...
Bugger!
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Jean waited until the following morning when Lucien was out and she knew Alice would be at home on a rest day.
'Alice, hello,' Jean sounded perky and bright, in fact she had put her worry out of her mind, for now, it was probably just the time of life change.
'I just wondered if you fancied popping round for a cuppa. I hardly see you these days and I'm on my own so we could have a good old natter.'
It was rare for them to get together, that much was true, and they did like a good chat, at least Alice didn't make snide comments about her sharing the house with Lucien.
Alice said that would be lovely and she would be over in half an hour.
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Jean laid a tray and went through in her mind how she was going to ask Alice to do the blood test. She would have to tell her why, of course, and also impress upon her that it was not to be made known to anyone. She was nervous when Alice arrived, noticeably so.
'Hello, Jean,' she paused, 'are you alright?'
'Yes, perfectly fine,' which she was, just pregnant, possibly. 'Come into the sitting room, we'll have tea there.'
They started the small talk, Alice congratulated her on her impending marriage to Lucien and asked if they had set a date yet?
'No, not yet, ' Jean smiled, 'Lucien is going to book a week off police duties so we can have a short honeymoon at the same time.'
'That sounds like a good idea.' Alice agreed, it was probably the only way to pin Lucien down. 'Where would you go?'
'Probably Melbourne or Adelaide to see the family.' That was as far as they had got.
'Jean, what's the matter?' Alice noticed Jean had barely sipped her tea and was folding and unfolding her hands. 'You're as nervous as a virgin bride.'
'Actually Alice,' Jean sighed, 'I need your help. I need you to do a blood test for me.'
'A blood test, are you ill?' Alice asked, immediately concerned. 'If she hadn't asked her GP or Lucien she must be really worried.
'No, I...I think I might be pregnant.' She blushed and cast her eyes down, so embarrassed. 'Of course I could just be going through the change.'
'Oh I see,' Alice smiled, 'been up to no good, eh?'
'Alice,' Jean looked around as if the wall could hear her.
'Actually, oh hell, yes.' Jean tried not to smile at the thought.
'Who am I to judge?' Alice smiled, 'anyway, I need a syringe, needle and blood bottle.'
'Come through to the surgery, I know where he keeps everything.' Jean heaved a sigh of relief.
Alice took the sample and dropped the vial into her handbag, saying she would have to go and do the test almost immediately and it would be two days before she could give her the result.
'When did you last menstruate?' Alice asked, and Jean showed her her diary, explaining why she kept in and that she had never had a regular cycle.
'So the week before Mattie and Charlie went away and, sorry Jean, I take it you and Lucien...'
'Mm hm.' Jean nodded. 'A lot.' She went bright red, and Alice smiled.
'I see,' Alice tried to sound like a disapproving parent, 'oh, well, when the cat's away...'
'Well, if you are then you would be about six weeks gone.' Alice stood up and looked at her friend. Jean stood up and smoothed down her skirt,
'Thank you Alice, I didn't know who else to turn to.' Jean said softly.
Alice touched her shoulder and smiled.
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Jean waved her friend off and smiled. Yes, she was worried, for the ensuing gossip, if they couldn't organise a wedding fast enough, and of course Lucien's reaction, would he be angry? Neither had even considered being parents again.
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Lucien was concerned, she seemed rather quiet, almost subdued.
Jean nestled into his shoulder on the couch that evening, she knew he was worried, he kept asking her if she was alright.
'I'm fine, Lucien.' She assured him, 'I'd just like to get the wedding sorted and start to live without hiding how we feel about each other.'
'Me too,' he agreed, 'then we can...'
That made her giggle, in spite of everything. 'Naughty boy.' She murmured.
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Alice phoned a couple of days later and asked if she could come over. There was no hint in her voice as to whether the tests were positive or not.
'Lucien's just finishing surgery,' Jean said.
'Good, I'll pop over, then.' Alice answered cheerfully.
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Alice smiled as she put the receiver down. She had Jean's results and due to a conversation she had had with Lucien over a corpse the other day she knew that there would be no problem with the result. However, she knew Jean would find it difficult to deal with.
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Jean made tea, now extremely nervous. She would have preferred Lucien to be out when Alice came round, but Alice seemed to want him to be around. Oh dear!
She let Alice in, trying to appear calm and relaxed, but even Alice could see it was an act. Alice suggested the study, more private than the living room, and she knew, next to the surgery. She wanted Lucien close by.
They sat opposite each other and Jean poured tea, trying to stop her hands shaking. Alice decided to put her out of her misery.
'Well, Jean.' She leant forward and took the cold, slightly clammy hands, 'the results...'
'I'm pregnant, aren't I?' She blurted out.
'Yes, you are.' Even Alice could see congratulations would not be acceptable in this case, yet.
'Oh god!' Jean burst into tears, 'what am I going to do?' Gulping sobs racked her slight frame.
Alice put her arms round her, 'It'll be fine,' she said, soothingly.
'He's going to be so angry,' Jean sobbed.
'No he won't.' Even Lucien couldn't ignore the sound, he must be able to hear it through the wall, Alice thought.
'How am I going to tell him?'
'Tell me what?' Lucien had indeed heard her and the sound broke his heart, what could have upset her so? His voice was soft in its enquiry.
Jean looked up, tears streaming down her face, 'Oh, Lucien.' She hiccupped, 'I'm sorry, it's all my fault.'
Lucien held his arms out to her and wrapped her in them, kissing the top of her head,
'Jean, please tell me,' he whispered, urgently, 'what's wrong?'
'I...I...I'm going to have a baby,' she stuttered, and buried her head in his chest.
'Really?' He tried not to smile, 'well, in that case it's not all your fault then, is it?'
She looked up at him, 'You're not angry?' She whispered.
'No, why? Should I be?' He looked at her, red nosed and puffy eyed and utterly gorgeous.
'But...' She studied his face, finding only love in his eyes.
'Perhaps we'd better organise that wedding, eh?' He said softly, and smiled.
'Well, I'll offer my congratulations, to you both, then.' Alice smiled, 'I'll be off, and leave you to it.'
'Alice,' Jean called after her, 'thank you, and I'm sorry about this...'
Alice just smiled and left, thinking how lucky Jean was.
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Lucien booked a week off as soon as they managed to get a date at the City Hall for a civil service. Two weeks away, nobody would know about Jean's pregnancy and she could say it was a wedding night baby, born early.
Mattie and Charlie were surprised at the sudden flurry to organise the wedding. Mattie thought about asking Jean if she was pregnant, but then thought better of it. Firstly she didn't think Jean would have sex outside of marriage and secondly she didn't want to offend her. She discussed it with Charlie, of all people, but Charlie said they were probably just sick of waiting. Jean insisted that the witnesses would be Alice and Mattie and Charlie would support Lucien.
Jean had wondered about splashing out on a new dress but tried one out of her wardrobe on. It was one Lucien hadn't seen her in, pale blue with little printed lily of the valley type flowers all over it. Fitted and straight, if she could get into it she would like to wear it, it would ensure that nobody would even consider she was in the family way.
Mattie caught her trying it on. She hadn't closed the bedroom door fully and Mattie noticed as she passed to go to have a bath, one evening.
'Jean?' She pushed the door open a little more.
'Mattie,' Jean turned round, her eyes shining, 'I was wondering about wearing this for the wedding.' She held her arms out and turned round. 'I've never worn it, it was bought for a theatre trip that never happened.'
'Jean it looks lovely,' Mattie agreed with the choice, 'and it's a beautiful fit.'
'Mm...'tis, isn't it?' Jean was rather pleased, there was no hint of baby Blake growing there.
'Why didn't the trip happen?' Mattie was curious, it was unlike Jean to buy something and never wear it, it would be a waste of money.
'Oh, the trip did,' Jean told her, 'I went down with flu and couldn't go.'
'You're never ill!' Mattie scoffed.
'I was then, very.' Jean conceded, 'Dr Blake, Thomas that is, was worried it would turn into pneumonia.' She remembered just how awful she felt, feverish, breathless, sick, urgh! She shook the memory away. 'So, back to the dress, what do you think?'
'I think it's ideal, Lucien will love it.' Mattie hugged her and headed off for her bath.
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Lucien gasped as he saw his bride enter the small registry office, as Mattie had rightly declared, he loved the dress, but more he loved the woman wearing it.
The ceremony was short and sweet, Jean was so glad to be Mrs Blake and Lucien just grinned from ear to ear all through the dinner they shared with just their closest friends, before they headed off to Melbourne, where Lucien had booked them into a hotel Jean would never have dared go into as Mrs Beazley, farm widow, but Lucien's love had given her more confidence. They would go to the theatre, a special treat for Jean, and he determined to spoil her, because he could.
Their nights were filled with loving, just the way they liked it. He teased and touched her, kissed and sucked and marking her where ever he wanted to. He never rushed her, they would slowly undress each other, run their hands over each other's bodies. He would start by kissing her mouth then move down taking his time to excite her, always tasting her, licking her nipples so they rose and became the little buds he delighted in, kissing down the middle of her stomach, kissing the rose of her belly button, stopping to greet his unborn child as he kissed that dark triangle that led to ecstasy. She would gasp as each touch, each pass brought her so much pleasure, as he licked her there then lay her down and slipped his fingers into her, as he did so she would start to run her finger up and down his manhood, hard, hot and the tip moist until she was ready to receive him. He was adept at entering her slowly, a little at a time, then further and further into her as she arched up to him, and he would thrust deep until she climaxed and he came into her, never just the once, he could stay hard for as long as she held him and bucked under him, or flicked him expertly over and rode him like a stallion, until, sated they lay spooned and slept, limbs tangled in the sheets, wanton and reckless.
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The taxi pulled up on the drive and she sighed. Back to normal. Back to surgeries and autopsies, cleaning and laundry, but the nights, well those would have to change, and they could lock the studio without suspicion!
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The end of my first M fiction. Thank you for the lovely reviews, comments and PMs.
I will now go and lie down in a darkened room!
By the way, sorry it's such a long chapter.