Rescue || Tristan || Meme Drabble
They were running, and she was laughing. He looked at her like she was the crazy one, and she thought his look was akin to what her own had been when she first met him and he wondered about the people trapped inside of the magic box. But, running in the rain, it was a hard thing to explain. The water falling down on her, pelting her, Mother Nature’s shower rinsing off the day.
“Come on, Tristan, it’s fun!” Jessi stopped running and twirled with her arms out, her face raised for the water to fall down and soak her skin. It would wash away her make-up, but she didn’t care.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. The water pelted his ponytail. ”We should have brought the umbrella,” he said gruffly. ”The wizard in the magic box predicted this long before we left the grounds.”
Jessi shook her head, but she grinned. She tapped her nose with her index finger, then said, “Plus one for remembering umbrella. Minus two, though, for the magician in the box.” She put her hands on his shoulders and used him as leverage to jump up high enough to plant a kiss on his nose before falling back to her feet.
A smile spread across his features, slowly, but it was still getting there. Since he had made love to her, since he had just loved her, Jessi found it easier to pull the smiles form him when she deemed them necessary. Reaching around behind his head, Jessi pulled the tight ponytail holder from his hair, then used her fingers to pull the wet hair around his shoulders. ”Rain is so much more fun when your hair is loose.”
His smile went back to a frown, then tried going back to a smile again. It was almost there when his eyes shifted to the left, moving over her head to something behind her. Jessi turned around to look behind her, just as Tristan stepped to the side and walked past her.
Even from a few feet away, Jessi could see the small puppy, huddled beside a car. She followed Tristan over, and the closer they came, the more she could tell its type. The small, gray and white husky was skinny, its fun plastered to its small frame.
Tristan knelt down beside the puppy, and Jessi stood back, watching. He was so gentle with the little thing. Had she not already known the gentility of his hands, felt the way such large strong hands could caress so softly, she would have been surprised. She watched as he lifted the puppy and tucked it close to his body, hiding it beneath one side of his suit coat, protecting it from the rain.
“A lost thing in the world,” he said as he looked down at the puppy. "Has it no home, my lady?“
Jessi stepped up and took a look. She had figured from its small frame that it was probably homeless, but she checked anyway. Sure enough, it had no tags, no identification. ”It looks like it, the poor thing.”
She looked up into Tristan’s eyes and he didn’t have to say anything. She sighed and said, “But, I guess it has one now, huh?”
"We have the enormity of our home to share, yes?”
She was a bit choked up at him calling it their home. This may have been the first time he’d said it, usually referring to himself strictly as a guest in her home. A smile spread her lips. ”Yeah, we’ve got plenty of space.” Jessi reached inside the jacket to lightly pet the puppy. It licked her hand and she giggled. ”You’re lucky I like dogs,” she said with a chuckle. ”You, me, and baby makes three, huh?” She shrugged then asked him, “How are you liking being out in the rain now?”
Tristan looked down at the puppy, then to Jessi, and his small smile, the one that curved his lips just enough to know a definitive expression, spread. ”I continue to believe we should have listened to the magician and brought protective clothing at the least, however… How is it that you would phrase it? I suppose it’s… not so bad.”
