La Fleure qui est Belle

The usual warning and
disclaimer applies, see chapter one.

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Chapter Four

The
next evening, Kenshin was listening to Kaoru play as he wrote some letters to
clients. As he set his pen down, Jean
wrapped his arms around his shoulders, having slipped into the flat without
either of them noticing.

“It’s
nice to have music, isn’t it?”

“Very.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Kenshin tilted his head back for a kiss, and
Jean obliged him. What, Kenshin idly
wondered, could go wrong with their relationship?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> As far as he could see, everything was
perfect.

However,
Jean arrived home about an hour later than he’d claimed he would the next
evening. Kenshin looked up from his book
at the sound of the door closing.

“You’re
late, love.”

“I’m
sorry. I had a couple of things to
attend to that came up rather suddenly.”
Kenshin went into the foyer to greet him after marking his place.

“It’s
alright.” Jean kissed him, effectively
dispersing any latent fears Kenshin might possibly have as to his late return.

“I
missed you.”

class=GramE>“Same here.”