No use of Y/N, pet names (my love, darling, gorgeous, my light, little flame. Wanted to use sunshine but felt like it was more of a helion thing smh)
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Lucien knew his mate was stunning. She had gorgeous hair. You could only really appreciate the diversity of the strands in the sunlight. She dressed in the most simplistic, and still beautiful, dresses. They were never particularly showy or tempting. She had the perfectly shaped face, Lucien knew. Beautiful lips, an adorable nose, no matter how big or small you thought it was. Pretty eyes with so many layers of color in the irises, especially in the sunlight.
There was nothing lucien wanted more than to worship you. Finding out he was Helion's son hadn't resulted immediately in a transfer to the Day Court. But now that he'd made the transfer, sneaking away to show his mate the attention she deserved was infinitely harder. He had so much to learn, and the pressure was suffocating. When he came to bed, he was exhausted. But, every weekend, Lucien ensured you and him had time together.
One of the weekend days was reserved for what you wished to do, and the other day was reserved for what he desired. And usually he wanted to show your body just how much he appreciated it.
It always started simple. A light touch at breakfast on your thigh. Brushing your hair back when he noticed it was in your face at any give point. Pulling you close to him (or even picking you up) when he felt he could give you an excuse.
"The floor was wet, darling, I couldn't let you slip..." "That guard gave you a glance, my love, I had to show him you were spoken for..." "Well, of course I picked you up, gorgeous. Your dress was touching the floor, and it was getting dirty. We can't have that, can we?"
And those small, subtle signs had gradually begun to alert you that, yes, those days Lucien planned to show every inch of you how deeply it was missed. He would take you to his chambers, letting you pick up a book he had no intentions of letting you focus on. He'd coax you into his lap, letting you sit with your book.
"I'll keep my hands to myself this time, my light, I promise," he'd say. And, as you began to read, soft, gentle kisses landed on your neck from where he sat. At first, it didn't bother you. But then...
His hands shoved the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders, careful not to rip it. He kissed every inch of exposed skin, not for his own pleasure, but because this was an act of worship.
Because he'd been so lucky to be blessed with a mate, so lucky that he was out of his father's clutches when he'd met her... There were still dangers, still things that could take one of you from the other... But while you were both here, he'd spend any chance he got showing you how much you meant to him.
A/N Kind of wanted to do a spicy thing out of this, but it is wayyyy past time for me to sleep, and I have a family reunion tomorrow. Gonna post what I can do for tonight, then hopefully continue writing for Lucien on another post. Love this man
