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Thursday Night at the Perk

Tonight's "CFS: Criminal Forensic Scientists" is a rerun, and she isn't supposed to be alone...but she'll be damned if she's going to hide away in her house. She figures some place busy and bright like the Perk will be safe enough, so she shop-hops so she's always around people until she gets there. Sitting down with a latte and a book, she's just...quiet.

((wanna play? CJ's skittish, but she's still CJ. OR, use the post for your own Perk patronage!))

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"I-it's nothing... bad," Shane hastens to point out, shaking her head as her left hand rubs almost fretfully over her left pocket. I'm just nervous as fuck...

Scratching her hand through her hair, she takes another drag off of her cigarette and turns her head to blow the smoke away, then drops the cigarette on the pavement, crushing it out with the toe of her boot.

"Umm, it's just I -- I just remembered something I... forgot and... umm..." Shane takes a deep breath and stuffs her hand down into her pocket. After fishing around for a moment, she comes up with a tiny hinge-lidded box.

Turning it towards herself, she tries her damnedest to open it and her gloves don't even have any fingers, but somehow they're still slipping and... fuck, okay, she's nervous. Or maybe it's the cold. Yeah. Definitely the cold.

"Shit," she mutters to herself, frowning, and no, her hands aren't shaking. It's the cold. Still. "Fuck, ummm... uhh, here. Here, you -- you open it." She finally surrenders, holding the box out to Tara, lips pressed into a thin, pale line.

"Shane..." Tara breathes, taking the box from her. Gazing at Shane for a long moment, she finally drops her eyes and opens the box.

Nestled inside the box is a ring (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y162/lilspinkchainsaw/Lilart/Fandom%20High%20stuff/presents/ckr004.jpg), the painstakingly crafted silver gleaming softly in the light spilling through the Perk windows.

Inside, wrapped around the ring, there is a tiny slip of paper... it reads:

'Better late than never.

Happy birthday.

I love you.

-Shane'

Shane watches her open the box, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and then back again, jamming both of her hands into her pockets as she chews on her bottom lip nervously.

"Shane..." Tara breathes again, wonderingly.

"You... oh..."

Clutching the box in one hand, she throws her arms around Shane's neck, holding her tightly. "Thank you," she whispers. "Oh, gods, Shane, I love you. Thank you so much."

Shane lets out a huff of shaky laughter as she wraps her arms around Tara, holding her back just as tightly. "I love you, too," she murmurs. "Do you... do you like it?"

"I love it," Tara assures her, pressing several soft kisses to her cheek. "It's perfect. It's a moonstone, baby. And... a ring. From you."

She wants to put it on, but she wouldn't let go for anything in this moment.

"I-is moonstone good?" Shane asks uncertainly. She holds Tara, letting out a low chuckle as she reaches up to stroke her hair. "I - I didn't know what to get... I must have looked at dozens of rings. I thought Red was about to pull his fur out, but... then I saw that one and ... I knew it was the one."

"It's perfect," Tara repeats. "Moonstone... moonstone is for knowing yourself, seeing the truth of yourself." She squeezes Shane tightly, fully conscious of the significance of that within their relationship.

"It's said that when it's given between lovers it brings undying passion," she murmurs, breath tickling Shane's ear.

Shane grins a little but soon draws back, just enough so that she can look into Tara's eyes. "I... I know it's not... the same," she whispers. "Nothing can ever take the place of... what you've given me, but... it's the closest thing I could think of." She takes a deep breath and bites her lip, only hoping that what she's saying makes sense.

Tara's eyes are filled with love, brimming with unshed tears and wonder. "Help me put it on?" she asks softly, accepting the ring and everything it means.

"Yeah," Shane says, nodding, her own eyes starting to glitter with tears as she laughs softly.

Kissing Shane softly, tenderly on the mouth, Tara draws back, holding the ring box out in a trembling hand.

Wordlessly she presses her free hand over her own heart, then over Shane's, then over the ring, asking if Shane is really offering what Tara thinks - hopes - she is.

Taking the box, Shane can see her own hands are still shaking, but she manages to get a good, solid hold on the box.

As Tara's hand hovers over the ring, Shane reaches out and places her own hand over Tara's heart, nodding. "Yes," she whispers.

"Yes," Tara whispers back, tears of emotion finally spilling onto her cheeks as she smiles sweetly.

She lifts the ring out of the box, pressing the moonstone to her lips before sliding it onto the fourth finger of her left hand.

Closing the box, Shane stuffs it back into her pocket and takes Tara's left hand, bringing it to her lips so that she can press a tender kiss to the backs of her fingers.

Shane lifts her head as well as her hand, gently wiping away Tara's tears as she leans in and kisses her softly. "I love you," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "I love you so much, Tara."

"Yours," Tara whispers between soft, loving kisses. "Love you. Always."

The cool ring quickly warms to her body heat, but she remains conscious of it every time she moves her fingers, its slight weight as she cups Shane's face.

Her other hand rests over Shane's heart, where the gold cord of the geis links them, a pinprick of warmth in her chest, and she feels as though her heart would burst around it.

Shane returns each kiss with just as much love and tenderness as they are given to her. "Always," she agrees.

Letting her other hand settle atop Tara's, she can feel the chill on her skin. "You're cold," she murmurs, gently rubbing Tara's bare hand with her gloved one. "C'mon... let's go in and get you warmed up."

"Okay," Tara replies, slipping her arm around Shane's waist. "Warm sounds good. And chocolate. And you."

She opens the door, and they head inside (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/415640.html?thread=16930968#t16930968).

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