Le bruit de la pluie tambourinant contre la fenêtre du studio ne parvenait pas à masquer le silence pesant dans la salle de composition. De chaque côté d'un clavier MIDI, Solenn et Eden étaient assises, l'une face à l'autre, se toisant avec une méfiance palpable. C'était l'idée de joel leur professeur de composition : les forcer à travailler ensemble sur une composition originale. Eden, avec son style pop électrique et ses mélodies entraînantes, et Solenn, avec ses ballades mélancoliques et ses orchestrations complexes. L'association était une catastrophe annoncée.
eden maudissait son père pour avoir eu cette idée …
« Donc… » commença Eden en tapant distraitement sur une touche. « On commence par quoi ? »
Solenn haussa les épaules sans la regarder, fixant l'écran de l'ordinateur où un logiciel de musique était ouvert. « Fais ce que tu veux, j'ai l'habitude de bosser seule. »
Un soupir excédé s'échappa des lèvres d'Eden. « Super, merci pour ta participation. Je pensais qu'on était censées travailler ensemble ? »
« En supposant que l'on puisse trouver un point commun. »
Le ton de Solenn était sec, sans appel. Eden se leva, les poings serrés, prête à en découdre. La rivalité entre eux remontait à bien avant l'arrivée de Solenn au studio , mais depuis le dernier concours de musique, c'était devenu une guerre froide. Leurs compositions, bien que différentes, avaient toutes deux atteint la finale et le jury n'avait pas réussi à les départager, les déclarant vainqueures ex aequo.
« Écoute, » lança Eden, « Je sais que tu me détestes, mais on n'a pas le choix. Faut qu'on fasse ce truc et après, on ne se reparlera plus jamais. C'est bon pour toi ? »
Un sourire en coin apparut sur le visage de Solenn. « Ça marche. J'ai déjà une idée. »
Elle se retourna vers le clavier, ses doigts glissant avec grâce sur les touches noires et blanches. Une mélodie douce et triste s'éleva dans la pièce. C'était de la mélodie de peine , des cœurs brisés, de la solitude. Eden se figea.
« Ça… c'est ce que tu composes ? » demanda-t-elle, plus doucement.
« Non, c'est ce que je vis, » répondit Solenn, sans la regarder.
Eden ne dit rien. il s'assit à nouveau, les yeux rivés sur Solenn, un sentiment étrange de gêne et de curiosité l'envahissant. Solenn semblait si fragile, si vulnérable. Elle ne ressemblait pas à la fille froide et distante qu'elle connaissait.
« Tu sais, » commença Eden, « c'est… c'est joli. Ça me fait penser à la pluie. »
Solenn s'arrêta de jouer, le regard surpris. « La pluie ? »
« Oui, la pluie. Tu sais, quand elle tombe en fines gouttelettes et que tu as envie de la laisser te laver de tous tes tracas. »
Un silence s'installa entre elles. Solenn se tourna vers l'écran, le regard pensif. « On pourrait… on pourrait en faire une chanson sur la pluie. Une chanson qui parle des peines que l'on voudrait voir s'envoler avec les gouttes. »
Eden sourit. C'était la première fois qu'il souriait à Solenn depuis des mois.
« Et moi, » dit-il « je pourrais mettre des guitares électriques dessus. Pour donner l'impression que la tempête arrive, et qu'après, tout est plus calme. »
Solenn hocha la tête, un petit sourire timidement esquissé. « Ça me plaît. »
Les heures suivantes passèrent à une vitesse folle. les deux se chamaillèrent sur un accord, rirent sur un faux-pas et finalement, trouvèrent un rythme de travail étonnant. ils étaient deux parties d'un tout, créant une mélodie qui était un mélange parfait entre la douceur de Solenn et le rythme d'Eden.
Lorsque leur professeur revint dans la salle, il resta bouche bée. La composition était magnifique, puissante et pleine d'émotions. « C'est… je suis sans voix. C'est fantastique. »
Solenn et Eden se regardèrent. Pour la première fois, ce n'était plus de la haine, mais une fierté partagée.
solenn sourit même
– “ comment l’avez-vous appeller “ demande joel
« On l'a appelée… » commença Eden.
« Éclaircie, » termina Solenn, les yeux rivés sur ceux d'Eden.
Il pleuvait toujours dehors, mais dans leur cœur, le soleil commençait à percer.
“ très bien vous pouvez partir vous avez fait du bon travail. et j’espère que cette chanson vous à servit de leçon “ dit-il
Win stretched his long arms above his head as he walked down to the lobby to meet Solenn. It had been a long day for him, but she was one of the few people he wouldn’t force to wait another day. Regular clients were good for him. But he’d cut this appointment almost too close; he barely had time to dry off from a shower before he had to head down.
“Been waiting long?” Win asked from right behind her, greeting her with a smile as she turned her head. “Sorry I’m a couple of minutes late. I just got out of the shower. Started to text you just to head up but I forgot what room was booked for us.”
When: Night of the Storm
Where: LeBleue Restaurant
Who: Solenn Madec & Marco Pierre
Notes: And unlikely duo meets and realizes they are not so unlikely after all.
@solennxmadec
Solenn
How had she never met this beefcake before? Like damn. When he stripped off his dry shirt to offer it up, she nearly drooled. Those muscles. That back. Butt dents for sure. He had to have them and damn but she wouldn't mind finding out. "Hi, Sir. I'm making drinks. Can I tempt you?" she asked with a grin.
Marco
Seeing the drenched woman walking back into the bar, he knew he had to help, so he had no problems stripping off his shirt and giving it to her. He was a bit of an exhibitionist and he made no qualms about it. He worked hard on his body and he liked to show it off. He looked up as the sexy bartender approached him again, and he smiled, feeling the effects of his other drinks, he nodded, "Oh you can definitely tempt me..." He knew she meant drinks, but he couldn't help but tease a little.
Solenn
Solenn wasn't up to her usual snuff right now. The weather had wreaked havoc on her usual smooth hair and knife-edge sharp eyeliner. Even without it though, she had literally no shame in flirting with the sexy beefcake Dominant. "Why Sir? You do scandalize! I was just talking about a drink." She teased in response, laughing as she did so. "But I'll let you admire my ass as I walk back to the bar .. you know, as a treat."
Marco
Marco was usually not this bold, but tonight he felt free. Maybe it was because he was sitting there with no shirt on, or maybe it was the three drinks he already had, but whatever the case he was openly flirting with the bartender. He smirked at her response, "Not trying to scandalize just having fun, but if you wanted to tempt me with anything other than a drink, I'll be fine with that too." He smiled and licked his lips, "Although I'm heartbroken by you only tempting me with drinks, I'll take that treat though." He winked at her.
Solenn
"Ohh ... now the truth comes out!" Solenn replied with a significant glance over her shoulder. She grinned at the wink. Flirtation was a nice distraction from the horrible storm and all the worries spinning through her. She needed to believe everything was okay. Pretence was getting her through this. That and the company, of which Sir Hottie Beefcake, was one. She slipped behind the bar again and by candlelight mixed another drink. She placed it in front of him with a nod. "Another treat for you. I'm obviously spoiling you."
Marco
Marco chuckled, it was nice to be carefree and not have to worry about anyone other than him. He was sure his parents were okay because they had a storm shelter at their home. For once in a long time, he was only concerned about him and with this group of people, he was in good company. Flirting with the sexy bartender made this a bit easier. "It always does my dear!" He laughed again and looked out of the window at the rain and shook his head at how much rain was actually coming down. He looked up as the bartender reemerged and brought him a drink, "I usually like to do the spoiling, but I'll make an exception with you. Do you think you'll be able to sit and have a drink with me at any point of the night?"
Solenn
"Oh really now? A spoiler, huh? Your submissive must be very fortunate." She replied with a grin. Settling into a bar stool, she considered the handsome Dominant for a moment before replying, "So what would ordinarily be doing tonight? If you weren't stuck here with all of us?"
Marco
Marco smiled when the sexy bartender settled next to him, it was all he wanted."Indeed I do, are you interested in finding out how I like to spoil people?" He leaned in closer to her, "Who says I have a submissive? At the moment I am a single pringle." He smiled and shrugged. He listened to her question, "If I weren't at work, I'd be at home watching a movie. What about you?"
Solenn
"Ohhh ... and a tease. Well, I think I must know now, mustn't I? Or else how can I fill in your comment card and refer you to all of my finest friends?" Solenn teased with a laugh, "Oh goodness, poor little pringle. What's your type?" Shrugging lightly, she responded to the handsome Dominant's question, "I work a lot ... a heck of a lot. But if I am home, I like to read, or watch a program, study youtube videos or have company so I can do my very own version of spoiling."
Marco
Marco laughed hearing Solenn's comment about filling out a comment card, "Oh you heard about my refer a friend program? Well, I can promise you won't be disappointed with what I offer." He laughed feeling real right and relaxed. "No need to feel bad for me, being single is not all that bad, I get to flirt with subs like yourself." He shrugged his shoulders, "Don't really have a type, if you can make me laugh and keep me interested in a conversation with you, then I'm a happy man." He listened and chuckled at the similarities he and Solenn had. "Sounds like my kind of night, but now I'm interested in hearing about your version of spoiling."
Solenn
"I haven't even heard the offer yet. I'm a woman who likes to decide for herself, Sir. I assure you that my analysis is very thorough." She teased lightly. "Fair point. I personally am just waiting for the right one for me. Lots of great Doms out there but you have to be a match in a very fulsome way." She shrugged lightly, "Ohhh, I am very much a bath, body massage, feeding and then oral sex kinda girl. You?"
Marco
Marco moved his hand down his shirtless chest, "What I have to offer is on full display right now, there is a bit more that's hidden." He smirked and raised his brow, "Waiting is a good thing, you never want to rush into something that important, and you definitely want a Dom that makes your heart flutter." He couldn't keep the smile off his face hearing her way of spoiling people, "Your way sounds amazing, I'm more of a stripping a woman down, pleasing her with my mouth until she is screaming my name, then before she comes down from her high, fuck her senseless. Then moving the party to the shower and then back to the bed." He smirked, "I like to make sure she can't get out of the bed on her own before I'm done."
Solenn
"Ohhh ... tease ... especially when the visible bits are so damn hot. Let's be real, you are a stone-cold hottie." She returned with a laugh, "Oh see you went straight for hot and dirty whereas I went for the sweet and sexy route. I respect it and admire it completely. How many subs have you done this with? I may need references?"
Marco
Marco could actually feel a blush creeping on his face and he didn't do that often. "Oh you are doing something most couldn't pull off, you're making me blush." He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah that's the way to go in my opinion." He would never be this bold and brazen, it had to be all the alcohol he consumed for him to act this way."I don't think you'll be able to find the subs I did that too, most are from my time in the military and not from around here. Since I've been home, work has taken up most of my time..." He sighed at that sad thought, but it was his life. He didn't want to sour the mood, so he shook off those thoughts, "However if I get a chance to do that here, I'll be sure to let you know." He winked and took a sip of his drink.
Solenn
The blush surprised her. He seemed so brazen and confident, rolling through the place showing off his glorious abs and amazing back. So the blush was a charming revelation. "I am living for this blush. It makes me want to see how flushed I can make your cheeks, Sir." She could definitely see why her friend Gen was interested. "Tsk tsk ... don't you know that all work and no play makes a Dom a very dull boy, Sir?" She teased with a bat of her eyelashes. "I look forward to the reference list."
Marco
Marco could feel his blush still trying to creep up on him, but he had to push it back."I do not want to be known as the blushing Dom, so I need to control that." He chuckled and moved closer to Solenn, "I need to see just how much I can make you blush." He licked his lips and nodded, "You're right about that, and that's why I feel like playing now...you down to play with me." He was clearly drunk, but he liked having fun like this, so he was going to have all the fun he could. "I'll make sure I'll get back to you on that."
Solenn
"Oh but I like it." She leaned on her elbow, moving in just a bit closer, "Makes me want to see all the ways a girl could make a strapping Dom like you all pink in the cheek." Solenn teased with a laugh, "You are tipsy tipsy ... besides ... rumor has it you might have met a good friend of mine. Gen? Sound familiar?"
Marco
Marco laughed, "I bet you do...but only ladies that have fun with me is allowed to seeing all the ways that make me blush." He smirked and nodded, "Just a little tipsy, but what else is there for me to do here?" He raised his brow at the mention of Gen, "Of course I know Gen, we were supposed to be on a date tonight, but this storm ruined it. You two are friends?" He sighed, "So I guess me flirting with you is not a good look then huh?" He chuckled.
Solenn
"I like the blushing. It is charming. I promise." Solenn returned with a laugh, "That's right. I even helped her pick out what she was going to wear. Trust me ... you might just have blushed then and there." Then she sighed with a light shrug, "It's fine. It was a first date and I'm adorable. I flirt with everyone equally adorable. I have no trouble being flirty kinda friends with a foxy beefcake like you."
Marco
"I'll believe it coming from you, especially since you're serving me drinks." Marco laughed and then raised his brow, "Did you? And it was sexy? Damn...this storm ruined everything!" He smirked, and shook his head, "Flirt friends? I never had one of those before, and you are totally adorable, so I think I can handle that."
Solenn
"Ohhh boy ... it was so sexy ... you were going to be the blushiest Dominant in Vannes when you saw how fine she looked." Solenn assured with a nod. "Oh honey, you were missing out. We're the best. Flirt friends always boost each other up, supply hot wingman tips and make sure to talk them up. For example, did you know my friend Gen is an incredibly talented artist?"
Marco
Marco clutched his chest, "Oh man...that sucks! I was really looking forward to the date with her, but this storm had other plans." He sat back and sulked a little, "I hope she wants to go out another time. Did you hear from her? Is she okay?" He hoped she was safe in this storm. He didn't know what flirt friends were, but he was willing to try with Solenn. Hearing her description of what a flirt friend did, he smiled, "I definitely like that idea. And yes I knew it, she was sketching when I met her. Although she didn't let me see what she was working on." He laughed.
Solenn
"Oh the storm is one hell of a cock-block, I'll give you that." She agreed with a sigh, "Although admittedly, "You are a very worthy distraction. I did ask Gen if you had butt dimples and you know what, she said that she wouldn't even take a picture if you did?!? Isn't that heartless of her? As if I don't deserve that eye candy!"
Marco
"It truly is...but what can you do?" Marco smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "Not that I was planning on having sex on this date." He chuckled but knew if he had the chance he would totally do it. He laughed hearing that she wondered if he had butt dimples, "You really asked that? I mean if you wanted to know if I had butt dimples, you could just ask." He smirked, "But it's good to know that she wouldn't disclose that kind of information."
Solenn
"Suffer and pine and maybe privately rub one out in the washroom." Solenn replied with a sage nod. Then she scoffed. "That might have been what 'you' were planning." She rolled her eyes and then giggled. "Nope ... she was being downright stingy with the intel. It was terrible really. But now I may interrogate to my heart's desire. I already know you are hot, dedicated to your job, there may, in fact, be butt dimples, you can blush ... which is aces in my book, and your idea of a night in is hella dirty ... mad respect there." She looked him over slowly, "So tell me ... what else is hiding under the beefcake exterior. I need to know other saleable points if I'm going to pitch you after all. Flirt friend exclusive promotion."
Marco
Marco nearly choked on his drink hearing Solenn's comment, "You are a wild one, but you know what? I like it! Although rubbing one out in a public washroom is not my thing." He shook his head then raised his brow, "Are you telling me that is what Gen was planning?" The smile on his face was surely goofy and bright, he couldn't believe that she was actually planning to have sex with him. He chuckled as she listed everything she knew and thought she knew about him, it was definitely entertaining and nice. "This "beefcake exterior" that you keep calling it has many layers, but the best quality that I would want you to talk up is that I am just a nice guy who is trying to get my life back on track."
Solenn
She laughed as Marco choked. Her opinion of him increased every time he laughed and wasn't just scandalized. Even if things didn't work out long term, this fine fellow would be good for her friend. And maybe a wonderful addition to the whole friend group. "I would never betray a friend's confidence by admitting such a thing." she stated with a sincere nod, completely ruined by the wicked smile that followed. "I am not objecting to the exterior. It is beautiful and beefcaking and speaks to excellent self-care, which is impressive in a Dominant. But now I am intrigued. How did life roam off track?"
Marco
This was something that Marco never thought being stuck in a restaurant would bring him to encounter some amazing people that he could see himself being friends with after all this. He appreciated that Solenn was loyal and wouldn't break Gen's trust. "That's fine, I can totally respect that, but that smile says it all." He smirked excited about the prospect, but not expecting anything. He smiled at her comment, "Glad to know that you like the exterior and yes I definitely take care of myself, as for my life, it went off track when my family lost everything and we were no longer considered a noble family. My siblings and parents took it really hard. So we had to adjust to everything and that was when I started working to take care of everything, but I was only 15 so my teenage days were gone. Now that I'm older and making a good amount of money, I can take care of my parents better and actually have a life for myself." It had to be the alcohol that let him be so open to Solenn, but he didn't regret it."
Solenn
"I said nothing, Sir. Nothing at all." Solenn teased, laughing as she did so. Gen deserved some fun and this fellow seemed wonderfully fun. "Oh?" her smile faded a little. It wasn't the first sad story she had heard after all. Being a bartender, she had heard a lot in the last five years. But this was sad. "I'm glad that you are back on course then. For you and for your family. That must have been painful but I am impressed you and your family managed to weather the storm together, so to speak. A lot of families would have been driven apart and not together."
Marco
Marco shook his head, "Indeed you didn't..." He was never one to open up to someone about his issues, but he liked talking to Solenn, she was easy to just share things with. He didn't want to come off as someone that needed pity because he didn't need it. He worked hard all his life and now he was ready to live his life. "It took some time to get back in a good place, but we survived. My siblings left Vannes after I went to the military, so my parents really depend on me."
Solenn
Solenn nodded, "That is strength. Are your siblings generally well? Making their way in the world?" She asked curiously. "Your parents are very fortunate to have you, all of you. The son who stayed and the children able to make their own way. It speaks well of their raising to know it is true. My Papa always says that a good parent works their way out of a job."
Marco
Marco never thought about doing anything other than taking care of his family, it was human nature to him. He nodded at her question, "They are both doing well for themselves, my brother is a doctor and in a claim with a beautiful Dominant. And my sister is a fashion photographer making a big name for herself in the industry. " He knew they both vowed never to end up back where they were, and he made that vow as well. "I would like to think my parents did a great job raising us, so now I am allowing them to relax so I can take care of them." He smiled, "Your dad is wise."
Solenn
"Well, that is impressive. Less fancy jobs, although those are rather nice, but I mean your clear pride in them. That's really special, Sir. I have six older siblings myself. All Dominants. All bossy as hell. We are also really good to each other." She continued with a light shrug, "He's a very good papa. As I am sure you have as well?"
Marco
"Thanks..." Marco said with a small smile. He didn't take praise well, he would rather give it than receive it. "I'm definitely proud of them, they deserve to live their lives the way they want. They had a hard time not being noble so suddenly, it was hard for them to adjust. Now they are off living their best life, so I don't have to worry about them." He listened as she talked about her six siblings and his brows raised, "Wow that is a lot of Dominant energy around there, but it's nice you all are good to each other." He nodded in agreement, "Yeah he's a good guy, I keep him around." He smiled, “So I’m sure you’re probably busy and need to help keep everyone else calm, so I’ll let you go for now, and if you have time then come back and see me again.” He smiled as she walked away.
