He would never grow tired of watching her, he was sure. She sat at the dressing table taking off her make up, and he felt a little honoured that she didn't mind him seeing her do this. Somehow without make up, she looked more herself. More his Jean.
From his chair in the opposite corner, he ran his eyes over her straight back in her silky nightdress, and then watched as she lifted her hands to her head.
As she started to take out her hair pins, he caught her eye in the mirror, and she smiled at him.
"May I?" he asked quietly, and she nodded. Lucien came and sat on the edge of their bed, behind her. He gently drew out the hair pins on one side, then on the other, trying not to pull her hair, then set the pins down in the dish on the dresser.
He smiled at her and began to move his fingers through her curls, drawing them out and letting them go. He watched in the mirror as she closed her eyes and let her head fall forward a little, lips parted, as he raked through those messy strands of hair.
Lucien lifted the hair from the back of her neck and delicately kissed her there. At first he did this so gently it almost tickled, and she shivered slightly. Then he nipped gently at her neck and shoulder, pushing the strap of her nightdress to one side with his fingertips. The sound she made in her throat was so quiet and low, he felt it rather than heard it.
"Come to bed now," he whispered in her ear, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, covering his hand on her shoulder with her own.