Post by blueeyeddevil on Feb 18, 2013 15:51:46 GMT -6
Solange de Grace
It was true she probably should have had many more reservations about dating her boss. There was always a chance that they wouldn't work out as couple and undoubtedly things would be very awkward at the funeral home. More so than usual. And she wondered what people would think of their relationship. Would it just seem like she was some kind of gold digger looking for a way to curry favor from her boss? Of course it was hard to remember any of her doubts when Tristan was kissing her back like this.
She felt his fingers in her hair, raking through the streaks of green. Her own hands slid down to his shoulders, pulling lightly at the smock he wore. She shivered as his hands trailed down her back and hooked on the belt loop of her jeans. The kiss deepened and she felt her heart speed up as his lips began to wander, over her jaw and down to her neck. A soft sigh of contented pleasure escaped her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed closer to him as they rolled over on the floor.
The sound of the door opening interrupted the moment as they glanced up to see an elderly looking woman leading two kids who looked torn between being disgusted and giggling. Solange had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing. It really wasn't funny! She couldn't understand why she felt this way.
“We’ll clean this up, I swear,” Tristan assured her and Solange nodded in agreement. “It’s… not what it looks like.”
Solange bit her lip again as Tristan looked at her, blushing a tad under the green and red paint. A smile curved her lips. They knew what had been going on. A little reluctantly, she disentangled herself from her boyfriend and rose to her feet, reaching down to help him to his feet.
"Ummm...we'll get this cleaned up right away. It'll just take a second," she assured the woman, going to grab a mop and bucket from beside the sink, casting one more glance back at Tristan, smiling.
It was true she probably should have had many more reservations about dating her boss. There was always a chance that they wouldn't work out as couple and undoubtedly things would be very awkward at the funeral home. More so than usual. And she wondered what people would think of their relationship. Would it just seem like she was some kind of gold digger looking for a way to curry favor from her boss? Of course it was hard to remember any of her doubts when Tristan was kissing her back like this.
She felt his fingers in her hair, raking through the streaks of green. Her own hands slid down to his shoulders, pulling lightly at the smock he wore. She shivered as his hands trailed down her back and hooked on the belt loop of her jeans. The kiss deepened and she felt her heart speed up as his lips began to wander, over her jaw and down to her neck. A soft sigh of contented pleasure escaped her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pressed closer to him as they rolled over on the floor.
The sound of the door opening interrupted the moment as they glanced up to see an elderly looking woman leading two kids who looked torn between being disgusted and giggling. Solange had to bite down on her lip to keep from laughing. It really wasn't funny! She couldn't understand why she felt this way.
“We’ll clean this up, I swear,” Tristan assured her and Solange nodded in agreement. “It’s… not what it looks like.”
Solange bit her lip again as Tristan looked at her, blushing a tad under the green and red paint. A smile curved her lips. They knew what had been going on. A little reluctantly, she disentangled herself from her boyfriend and rose to her feet, reaching down to help him to his feet.
"Ummm...we'll get this cleaned up right away. It'll just take a second," she assured the woman, going to grab a mop and bucket from beside the sink, casting one more glance back at Tristan, smiling.
