Telemovie drabble. 350 words exactly (it’s the best I could do, I’m a whore for adjectives)
“Lucien, are you limping?” Jean asked as they approached their door back in Ballarat.
“No, I’m fine. Just a little sore from that tumble down Katherine’s stairs.” He lied. His left glute and thigh were killing.
“Well are you hurt? Is there anything I can do?” She turned as soon as they got inside, eyeballing him in inspection.
He thought of asking her to massage his left “rear leg area”, but thought better if it laughing at the thought. If only they were married already.
“What’s funny?” She asked confused by his laughter.
“It’s nothing.” He said brushing her arm. “I’m just laughing at myself. Nothing a hot bath and cold compress won’t fix. I’ll be fine.”
“Cold compress? So you are hurt.” She put a hand on his arm.
“My left leg is a little banged up. I’ll get a better look when I bathe, but I’m fine Jean, really.” He gave her a weak smile and their eyes locked for a heartbeat.
She wished so much that they were married so she could tell him to strip down for that bath, inspect his hurt and take care of him. It’s one of the things she craved about their future, to be able to care for him in every way. That intimate knowledge and permissibity… the only thing missing from them.
“Well, I’ll go run that bath for you. Change into your dressing gown and it will be ready.” She gave a sweet smile that made him ache to have her.
Minutes later they met on the stairs. She noticed his bare leg as he stepped up, and her body physically reacted to the sight of it.
“I hope the bath helps.” She said, placing a hand on his arm. Their eyes catching as they brushed past one another.
“Thank you Jean.” And he turned to watch her descend the rest of the stairs, enjoying her lingering scent. When she reached the bottom she turned to look up at him, she had felt his eyes on her. They both smiled knowingly. They were almost there, just three more weeks.