A Wedding in the Country

Title: A wedding in the country
Author: FrancklyScarlett
Summary: Jean and Lionel celebrate Alistair and Judy's wedding day
Rating: NC17
Pairing(s): M/F
Feedback: Desired
Characters: Jean and Lionel
Betas: None
Author’s notes: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters and I’m not making any money from this.

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A Wedding Day in the Country

The wedding ceremony was over and now the party was in full swing. Lionel and Jean were part of the crowd of guests on the dance floor.

“You’re positively beaming” Jean said.

“Yes, I’m very happy. I think Judy and Alistair will be happy for a long time and I even think Sandy and Harry will work things out.”

“Even though he’s leaving for Canada in a few days?

“Even though.”

Jean just smiled and put her head on his shoulder.

“Besides”, he whispered into her ear, “I’m dancing with the most beautiful woman here.”

She looked up. “Are you chatting me up?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. I am feeling very romantic”, he said and danced more closely.

“Mmm, I can tell”, she caressed his back.

“If this weren’t your daughter’s wedding party, I’d lure you into the cupboard under the stairs and have my way with you.”

Jean laughed. “When I last walked through the hallway, there seemed to be a queue for the cupboard. Besides, this is your father’s house and we have a room upstairs.” Jean tilted her head up and looked at her husband through lowered lids. “I can be persuaded.”

Taking her hand they walked off the dance floor and made their way from the marquee to house. It took some time because many of the guests wanted to speak with the bride’s mother and stepfather. Lionel never let go of Jean’s hand and he steered them quickly as he could through their guests.

Closing and locking the door behind them, he folded Jean into his arms and kissed her. Lionel’s kisses always made Jean a bit weak in the knees and this was no exception. Without stopping, Lionel began unbuttoning the coat to Jean’s dress and slipped it from her shoulders. Unzipped, her dress fell to the floor and she stood in front of him in an oyster colored slip. Lionel’s coat and trousers joined her dress and she helped him undo his waistcoat, shirt and tie. Kissing each other, they made their way to the bed. Husband and wife helped each other remove the last of their clothing and lay on the bed, kissing and touching, their hands giving pleasure to each other, tracing the familiar terrain of their bare bodies.

“I love touching you. It’s as if my fingers have a hunger all their own and touching you feeds them.” Jean’s lips followed her hands, kissing a trail from his chest to his groin. Lionel groaned as her lipsticked mouth engulfed his erect shaft. She stroked him with her fingers as her head bobbed up and down, sliding his phallus in and out, her tongue probing the little eye at the top that seemed to wink at her; she traced the bulging vein with a manicured fingernail and Lionel yelped with pleasure. A few drops of tangy pre-cum appeared and Jean lapped at them greedily.

“I’m so close. So close”, he moaned. He raised Jean’s head and pulled her up so she could straddle him. Through half-shut eyes, he watched her face change as she became more aroused. Lionel held her waist as she moved up and down his cock, her orgasm starting to build. She lay down flat against him, her mouth on his and her breasts crushed against his chest. They moved together, building up to their climax.

“Oh, Lionel” she gasped.

“Hold on love. Hold on.” Lionel thrust his hips against his wife, feeling her muscles contract around him.

“Come on, Jean. Come!” Lionel urged her. Calling his name, she came, with deep, noisy rolling shudders of bliss that made her weep with joy.

“My love” he said, cradling her body against him. Jean was curled into a ball, tight against her husband, his arms making her feel safe and grounded. “My love.” He dried her tears with his hands and kissed her face. “My love.”

Her tears and trembling abated; her breathing slowed to normal. “Lionel?” she stretched and hugged him.

“Yes, love?”

“I love you.”

“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “I love you too.” They let the silence of the room soothe them as the sounds of the party seeped through the window.

“I don’t know what came over me.”

“Me?” he teased her, caressing her breasts.

She arched her body and laughed with him. “Yes, you, of course, but it was also the emotion of these last few weeks. I never would have gotten through them without you. You have been an absolute rock for me and for Judy. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome”, he said; and kissed her. “I hate to be the one to bring this up, but we really should be returning to the party. Sooner or later, we will be missed.”

“Oh God! The wedding party!” Jean sat up in shock. She caught sight of her face in the mirror. “I look a wreck.”

“No you don’t. You look wonderful. Glowing even.”

“I love you Lionel. You say the nicest things. I may glow, but it will take me ages to look presentable.”

“No it won’t. You can be remarkably efficient when you want. Now, take my robe and go get ready.”

“Thank you, Love.” Jean darted out to the bathroom. Lionel picked up all their clothes and selected fresh underwear from the bureau drawer. He was tying his tie when Jean returned.

“You look stunning.”

“Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.”

She donned her clothes and Lionel zipped her dress. Jean stepped into her shoes and just before they left the room, added lipstick.

They made their way downstairs and back to the marquee where the band was just starting a fox trot as Lionel and Jean rejoined the party.

“Do you think we were missed?” she asked.

“Not at all. Look around. Everyone’s having a good time and the only people they’re paying attention to are the bride and groom.”

She looked around and groaned. “Oh Lord, here come Penny and Stephen.” Sure enough, Penny and Stephen were coming onto the dance floor.

“Jean!” Penny trilled. “It’s a lovely party and the music is simply divine. Isn’t it Stephen?”

“Erm, yes it is. Lionel, may I cut in?” he asked and before he got a response, took Jean and left Penny to Lionel. Lionel managed to cover his annoyance at having his wife taken from his arms but remembered his manners and began dancing with Penny. It was a far different type of dancing as he held her as far away as possible and he looked longingly after Jean.

“I must say, Jean, it is a lovely party. You must be very happy to see Judy finally settled.”

“Yes, I am Stephen. I am happy for Judy and Alistair. I believe that this marriage will be a success.”

“Good. I know it wasn’t always easy for you. Single mum. Working mum. I don’t know if I’ve ever said it, but David would be proud of you and Judy. And he’d be glad to know you’re happy with Lionel.”

“Thank you Stephen. That’s a lovely thing to say, and it means a lot to me. I know he’d be glad for us all. He liked you, too.”

The music changed to a faster tune and they walked to the edge of the dance floor where Lionel and Penny were standing.

“Oh a gorgeous samba! Come on Lionel, another dance?” asked Penny.

He nearly grimaced and Jean hid a grin behind her hand. “Oh, no thank you Penny. I’m absolutely no good at fast dancing.” He pushed her towards Stephen and taking Jean’s hand, the two of them fled the marquee in a fit of giggles.

“That was a close call.”

“Yes, it was. I think we both need a drink.” Fortunately a passing waitress had a tray of filled champagne flutes and Lionel selected two.

“It was very generous of Rocky to let Judith and Alistair have their wedding here.”

“Yes, it was. But that’s father, always ready to have a party. I wish I were more like him sometimes.”

“Oh no. I couldn’t do with a Rocky. I like you just the way you are.”

Lionel’s response was to lean over and kiss his wife for quite a long time.

“Aww, aren’t they sweet?”

“Just like newlyweds”, a second voice said.

Lionel and Jean looked up to see Judy and Alistair beaming at them.

“Hello Love” Jean reached out and took her daughter’s hand.

“Mum, we’re going to get ready to leave. Will you come and help me change into my traveling clothes?”

“Of course, Love” Jean said continuing to hold Lionel’s hand. “You don’t mind, do you?” she asked him.

He smiled. “Of course not. Go on, help your daughter”, he said and Jean stepped away. “I trust you don’t require any help, do you Alistair?”

“Not a bit of it mate. I offered to help Judy but she declined in favor of her mother and Sandy.” Together they watched Jean and Judy, arm in arm, walk towards the house where Sandy was waiting for them.

It was orderly chaos in Judy’s room as Sandy and Jean helped her out of her gown and into her traveling clothes. Finally, she was ready.

“Oh Mum. I love you so much. Thank you. Ever since Dad died, you’ve been there for me through everything and you never failed me. I don’t think I can ever thank you.”

“Judith, you’re my daughter and I love you. You don’t have to thank me. All you have to do is be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. To be happy.”

“I am, Mum. I am.

Sandy became teary-eyed watching Jean and Judith, and she sniffled into a tissue. When Jean and Judy looked at her, the three women huddled together and began crying anew.

“I’m going to miss living with you Sandy. You’ve been like a sister to me.”

“Don’t! You’ll only make me cry more. You’re just moving to a different part of London, not different continent. We’ll see each other at work.”

Sandy dried her eyes. She pushed Judy towards the door. “Now, go. Go to Alistair and go on your honeymoon.”

Judy and Jean left the room and Sandy stood there, wondering about her own happiness and future.

Outside the house, guests had gathered to see the bridal couple off on their honeymoon. Hugs and kisses were shared with family and friends. Mrs Bale blushed and the guests cheered when Alistair bent her back, kissed her soundly and proclaimed, “Mrs Bale, you prepared a wedding fit for royalty. When I get back, we’ll publish your book Party Planning with Mrs Bale”.”

Alistair and Judy walked over to Jean and Lionel. “I’ll take good care of her, Jean. I promise.”

“I know you will Alistair.” Jean kissed her son-in-law and Lionel shook his hand.

“Have a wonderful trip.”

“Bye Mum, Lionel. I love you both.” Judy kissed them and took Alistair’s hand; they got in their car and drove off, leaving the family behind.

Lionel put his arm about Jean’s shoulder as they walked towards the garden. “It’s a brand new life for us, too”, he said softly.