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Post by blueeyeddevil on Jul 21, 2013 16:42:22 GMT -6
Solange de Grace
It had been a long week since she'd gotten back to work. She had been kept more than busy by the handling of the police matter that had been going on in between a number services and consultations. All of the interns had been very kind, stating they were glad to have her back and hoped she was feeling better. Of course it had made it that much harder to believe that any of them could have possibly stolen the ring. Could she maybe have been jumping the gun on things? Were her worst suspicions getting the best of her?
The police had still not found the ring. But they hadn't exactly found anything that would suggest it had been stolen either. Right now she and Tristan were playing a nerve wracking sort of waiting game, seeing if it would show up. Her poor boyfriend had been running himself ragged trying to retrace his steps over and over to see if he'd missed something. It broke her heart to see how desperate he was getting to find this ring. She wished that there was something more she could do for him.
She'd taken a brief break to step out and grab some lunch Tristan and herself from the cafe down the street. The interns were still on their lunch break as well when she got back. She swung by her desk in the lobby to check if their were any phone messages from the police or from clients as those seemed to be about equal these days. There was nothing on her machine, but a metallic glint caught her eye.
On her desk was a gold wedding ring.
Her blue eyes were with shock as she looked at the ring. "Tristan! TRISTAN! COME QUICK!" she cried out in excitement, not daring to look away for a second lest the ring disappear again. She'd finally moved to pick it up when she heard him behind her. She turned to look at him with those same wide eyes. "This was on my desk when I got back from getting lunch..." she said, opening her hand to reveal the ring.
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Post by The Exodus on Jul 22, 2013 11:58:14 GMT -6
Tristan Vidal
Tristan vacuumed the hallway leading to the embalming room. It had been a long week, but better than last since Solange was back. Even though thoughts of Madame Lafollette’s lost wedding ring – and the impeding, possible lawsuit – jackknifed into his usual thoughts, work was going smoothly. The only person he trusted at work these days was Solange.
She’d stepped out to pick up lunch while he finished cleaning the place. Not five minutes after she left, did Gaston approach him.
“Hey, boss,” he said. “Chelsea and Mathis just headed out for lunch. Do you need me to help with anything or can I clock out…?”
Tristan didn’t bother to turn off the vacuum cleaner. He simply waved the younger man towards the door and kept on working. He still wasn’t on social terms with the interns. Time wore on and Tristan moved from the hallway to his office. And then, over the roar of the vacuum cleaner, he heard Solange yelling. He shut off the machine and rushed out of the office, nearly tripping over the cord in his hurry. Last time she yelled like that, she’d been in pain; her appendix had ruptured.
“What’s wrong?”
Solange turned to face him with cupped hands, as if she were holding a caught butterfly that might flit away.
"This was on my desk when I got back from getting lunch..." she said.
And then she opened her hands.
In her palm was Madame Lafollette’s wedding ring.
The crease above Tristan’s brows relaxed and a giddy sort of laugh escaped his lips.
No more lawsuit… No more problems.
“You’re amazing,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. He pressed a kiss to her lips. It was meant to be a quick, grateful sort of kiss. But instead, relief and gratitude and amazement created a conduit of energy between their lips that built intensity, making the kiss surge and pulse slowly. Tristan raked a hand through Solange’s hair and he guided her hand back to the desk so she could put the ring down. They could make phone calls about this after lunch, after all…
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Post by blueeyeddevil on Jul 22, 2013 12:57:39 GMT -6
Solange de Grace
As Tristan came rushing around the corner it occurred to her that she didn't really need to have yelled out for him like that. He probably thought something was wrong. She'd just gotten so excited and been so shocked that she'd done the first thing that had come to her mind which was call for Tristan...though her voice probably didn't need to have the urgency in that she'd used.
“What’s wrong?” he asked her when he found her standing there with the ring trapped in her hand. She slowly uncurled her fingers to show the ring resting in her palm. All of the tension and fear she'd noticed all week seemed to melt from his face and his eyes. “You’re amazing,” he said with an elated laugh.
His arms pulled her close and his lips met her own. She couldn't actually take credit for finding the ring, but if it meant he was going to call her amazing and kiss her like this then she certainly wasn't going correct him. The kiss rapidly grew from the usual brief touch of their lips into something much more, fueled by the flurry of emotions coursing through them at the moment. One of his hands tangled in her hair as the other guided her hand to desk.
She let the ring drop softly on the desk as she brought a hand to rest on the back of his neck and draw him closer. Her other hand came to rest on his chest and her fingers curled around the lapel of his suit. The kiss was warm and incredibly addicting and for that moment nothing else seemed to matter but the two of them.
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Post by The Exodus on Jul 22, 2013 13:19:06 GMT -6
Tristan Vidal
Solange’s lips moved against his, eliciting a soft moan from the back of Tristan’s throat. While she was in the hospital – and the days following – he’d been extra-careful with her. He knew she wasn’t made of glass – he especially knew it when he could feel her heartbeat rising and her soft, warm skin against his – but doctor’s orders were doctor’s orders after all. ‘Take it easy’ had been written in chicken scratch on Solange’s release papers.
But that had been a week ago. And those release papers sat in the basement of Tristan’s thoughts now as he and Solange pressed against each other.
She touched his neck and tugged his suit jacket all at once and little bursts of excitement pricked at Tristan’s skin. His insides were white hot and shaky. He slid his hand down her back, caressing her.
Sometimes, Tristan thought if they didn’t work in a funeral home, there’d be nothing stopping him from sliding his hand up Solange’s skirt like some hormone-crazed teenager during stolen moments like this.
“I told you they were a thing!”
Those words – that voice – didn’t belong to Solange. Tristan opened his eyes and slowly turned around to see Chelsea, Mathis, and Gaston standing there. Chelsea was grinning. Mathis’ eyes were rolled ceiling-ward. A vein ticked at the corner of Gaston’s mouth. Tristan grimaced at them and smoothed the lapels of his suit jacket, then looked over at Solange warily. A grin curled up the corner of his lips.
Oops… Oh well…
“Solange and I were-“
“You owe me twenty bucks, Mathis!” Chelsea said triumphantly. The sullen young man groaned and reached for his wallet to fish out some bills.
“You guys had a betting pool about us?” Tristan muttered, leaning against the desk. “Seriously?”
“They had a betting pool about you guys,” corrected Gaston.
Tristan rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it out and looking over at Solange. In five years, maybe this would be one of those funny stories you could tell at parties.
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Post by blueeyeddevil on Jul 22, 2013 14:05:11 GMT -6
Solange de Grace
She sighed softly into the kiss, enjoying this stolen moment. They'd been trying to keep their relationship a secret form the interns for so that they rarely got a chance to steal a kiss or eat out at lunch together. But Tristan's kiss never failed to ignite something in her that simultaneously made her feel like a brand new person and more like herself than she'd ever felt.
“I told you they were a thing!”
They didn't fly apart from each other like they tended to do in movies. She and Tristan slowly moved to face the the direction of the voice and found all three interns standing there...so much for keeping it a secret. They couldn't exactly deny it now after they'd seen that. Pink colored Solange's cheeks, a little embarrassed by the situation. Seriously, what would they think happened when they left for lunch now? She met Tristan's gaze and returned the small smile he gave her.
“Solange and I were-“ Tristan tried to explain.
“You owe me twenty bucks, Mathis!” Chelsea declared and the other guy began to pull out the money. Solange raised an eyebrow.
“You guys had a betting pool about us?” Tristan muttered, leaning against the desk. “Seriously?”
“They had a betting pool about you guys,” Gaston clarified.
Solange covered her mouth to keep from laughing. In her mind it said something that the intern (at least one of them) had been able to tell she and Tristan were in a relationship when they'd been trying so hard to keep it a secret. She met his eyes tenderly. All she knew was no one had ever made her feel as happy and as whole as Tristan did...and she didn't to feel any other way.
She turned back to the interns and cleared her throat before tucking her hair behind her ear again. "Well, now that we've settled that..." she said. "We've got some great news. We managed to find the ring! We're going to contact Madame Lafollette’s family and have them pick it up. Looks like it'll be a happy ending after all."
Glancing at Tristan again she discreetly mimed brushing a thumb over her lips...some of her bright red lipstick had been transferred to him. Just remembering the kiss made her smile.
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Post by The Exodus on Jul 22, 2013 14:32:13 GMT -6
Tristan Vidal
Tristan looked over at Solange, who was miming something. He raised both eyebrows. What was he supposed to add to her "all's well that ends well" speech?
At Solange's announcement, there wasn't nearly as much excitement from the interns. Chelsea said "That's great" behind a stifled laugh. Mathis asked "Where was it?" And Gaston said, "You have something on your face."
Tristan reached up and suddenly, Solange's mime-job made sense. He wiped red lipstick from his mouth with a sheepish smile.
"Solange found it. I told you guys on day one she was the brains of this place."
My better half had been his exact words at the time. And now that they'd been caught making-out at work, it was probably more than apparent that that was true in more ways than one...
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Post by blueeyeddevil on Jul 22, 2013 15:06:41 GMT -6
Solange de Grace
Solange had to admit that Tristan looked rather sexy with her lipstick smeared on his lips. Maybe it was more knowing how that had come to be. She giggled lightly when he still didn't seem to get it and soon the reactions of the interns took her attention. She heard Gaston say something to Tristan but Mathis had asked where they found it.
"Solange found it. I told you guys on day one she was the brains of this place." Tristan said and looked at him to see he'd wiped the lipstick away.
She smiled at him and before turning back to the intern again. "Well I can't say I actually found it," she admitted. "It was on my desk when I got back from lunch...did any of you see anything when you were leaving?"
All three of them shook their heads. Solange was even more curious now. This was turning into even more of a mystery than when it was missing.
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Post by The Exodus on Jul 23, 2013 10:06:19 GMT -6
Tristan Vidal
The all-at-once headshaking from the interns made Tristan grind his teeth. Even though the ring turned up, he knew two people could not possibly have taken the ring: Solange and him. Solange hadn’t even been at work at the time it went missing; Tristan was aware of his own actions. Either somebody was lying or the ring disappearing and reappearing was some kind of magic.
“Look,” he said. “I get it. We both do. And I promise, if you were the one who lost the ring, if you tell me now, there’s no point in me or Solange getting all angry and bent out of shape. I mean, we’ve got it now. So. You guys have until closing time to figure out which one of you misplaced it in the first place.”
The glassy eyed stares he got in return would have put many of his decedents to shame. Tristan looked over at Solange. The interns shuffled out of the room wordlessly.
“Well, that was… eventful,” said Tristan, taking Solange’s hands into his and giving them a gentle squeeze. “You think one of them’ll come clean before we close for the night?”
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Post by blueeyeddevil on Jul 29, 2013 15:13:05 GMT -6
Solange de Grace
It would be foolish of them to believe the shaking heads of the interns. Well, more than likely two of them were telling the truth. It was just a matter of figuring out which one wasn't. She tried to have hope that maybe the intern had misplaced it and found it again before turning it back in. Maybe they were just afraid or embarrassed to come forward now after so much fuss had been made. It seemed Tristan was trying to hold onto that same hope. Neither of them wanted to be wrong about the person they'd hired.
“Look,” he said. “I get it. We both do. And I promise, if you were the one who lost the ring, if you tell me now, there’s no point in me or Solange getting all angry and bent out of shape. I mean, we’ve got it now. So. You guys have until closing time to figure out which one of you misplaced it in the first place.”
With a solemn expression, they all headed back out to get to work again. She and Tristan exchanged glances and she sighed softly as he took her hands in his. She threaded their fingers together, smiling lightly at their interlocked hands.
“Well, that was… eventful,” he said and she could only give a short laugh of agreement, nodding. “You think one of them’ll come clean before we close for the night?”
She looked up at him. "I'm not sure...," she admitted. "But even if not, its not like there was any real harm done. We have the ring back. like you said, that's all that matters. At this point, I'd rather just forget about the whole thing."
She pressed her lips to his softly and smiled...well, maybe not the whole thing.
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