“Well, don’t stay up too late.”
Her sass was not well masked by her concern. She quickly pecked his lips and made to leave. But just as quickly, he gripped her wrist and pulled her back to him.
“I won’t,” he pecked her bottom lip. “Just - stay up with me a little longer? You can’t just demonstrate brilliance like that and leave…”
“So, doctor - you’re saying you need my help?”
He shrugged as he nodded. “I need you, Jean.”
His open palm covered her back; his fingertips toying with her apron strings. “You are so clever, kind, and good,” he emphasized each adjective with kisses at the corners of her lips. “And in every way beautiful.”
“Lucien…” she smiled. He was walking her back to the counter. Jean found her grip there as his lips found her neck.
“I want to marry you,” his voice was whiny up the column of her neck.
She smirked. Her voice wasn’t as firm as she meant it to be, his hands feeling over her skirt, distracted her. “Well, happily, we are engaged, you do know…” her hands ran up his arms, gripping his muscle.
“Yes. Very happily, even if it hasn’t been the, erm, smoothest of engagements,” he cupped her face. “I’m beyond happy. I will marry you the moment I can.”
“And promise me,” she brought her hands to his hair, and her hips closer to his, “not a moment after.”
His kiss assured her, along with his hands greedily covering her waist. Jean swore she could feel them thinking about hoisting her up and carrying her off to his bedroom right there. Instead, he brought her hands to his, kissing them both. Sincerity swam in his blue eyes, darkened with arousal. “I promise, Jean,” he hushed at her knuckles. They both knew they were talking about more than just their wedding date. He was promising to follow her lead. Since their hasty kiss, perhaps brought on by the fumes of cocoa, the subject had danced between them, in every kiss - in every touch, in every lingering look.
She nodded, despite her many colliding thoughts. Her fingers brushed through his beard. “I promise too,” she said somewhat nonsensically. It just felt right falling from her lips before she kissed him again.
“Right,” he steadied himself. “Now,” he broke away from her to focus on the table full of potential murder weapons. “Any more ideas?”
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