Hey everyone! All right, here's the next chapter, being written on a buzz so it should be fun!
I would also like to thank Soundwave 0107 for supporting me through out this fic!
Disclaimer: While I do not own the Titans (as already stated before), I also do not own the ring described in this chapter: ./#/bridal/the-collection/engagement-rings/solitaire-1895/n4201200-solitaire-1895
Starfire ran up the steps of the mansion, throwing off her shoes as she entered. She made a beeline for the bedroom. When she pulled the door open to the bedroom, Slade was sitting there, reading a particularly large book. Blood and Gold by Anne Rice. He did not look up.
"Good job tonight, my dear. I have obtained a fair amount of information needed. The woman was stupidly open." Starfire did not react, still standing at the door. At the lack of a response, Slade glanced up. He raised an eyebrow at her fear-stricken face.
"Something the matter, Koriand'r?" She nodded her head vigorously, slamming the door behind her as she made her way to the bed. She took his book out of his hand and put the bookmark in it, setting it on the end table. She sat down in front of him.
"The Titans were present at the ball." Slade's ears instantly perked up at the news.
"Are you sure it was them? Did they see you?" Starfire nodded her head sadly.
"Yes, I am the positive that it was them. I tried to remove myself from their vision, but they passed by me. When I looked back up, Robin was staring at me." Her eyes turned nervous. "Do you suppose he recognized me?" Slade's face turned grim.
"Robin may be young, but he's not stupid. My guess is he's trying to track you as we speak." Starfire moaned and moved next to Slade, snuggling up to him for comfort.
"I do not wish to face them! When I left, they were the devastated! Beast Boy was very sad and Cyborg was the 'lobstery'. And Raven! She acted as though I had said nothing, but I know her well! I knew she was the angry as well! Then Robin. He was very angry, indeed. He was the one that was 'worse for the wear'!" Slade grabbed Starfire's shoulders, stopping her ranting.
"Starfire, calm down. You're speaking broken english." Starfire took a deep breath, and then calmed back into Slade's embrace.
"What are we to do?" Slade was quiet for several moments, contemplating. A few moments, and then he spoke again.
"You will need to go undercover to find out the reason they are here." Starfire looked up at him like he was crazy. "Let me finish. I will make sure you have a completely different look. No one will suspect a thing. Would you feel better if we got started right now?" Starfire stared at him for a moment, reluctant to follow through, but then nodded her head slowly. Slade got out of bed, showing his bare chest and dark red pajama pants. He looked over to her.
"Get changed into something more comfortable, then we will go." She nodded again, and climbed out of bed. Slade watched her undress, and then put on a long plum silk robe.
"Let us go." Slade grabbed her hand delicately and led her out of the room. They climbed a flight of stairs, up to the third floor, and turned right. Slade opened a door at the end of the hallway and pushed it open. Inside there were assorted outfits, wigs, colored contacts, and many different sets of makeup.
"I am thinking we will make you go blonde," He handed her a long blonde and slightly curly wig. "We will also give you a chocolatey brown eye color." He looked through the selection of contacts, and finally settled on one. She grabbed those as well, setting them both on the vanity. Slade went over to the closet.
"Now, I will need you to go undercover as a concierge at the hotel they are staying at. I will get that information before you wake up in the morning. I will let you pick out a suitable outfit and choice of makeup." He stepped aside and sat down on the couch next to the vanity, watching her intently. He sometimes tested her, seeing how well she made her choices, all though he would never voice it to her.
She browsed through the large walk-in closet, trying to find the right outfit. She knew it had to be work material, a suit of sorts. The suits were closer to the front of the closet, due to the fact they were used very often, only second to the gowns of the many parties she has had to attend. She searched through the assorted colors and fabrics. She stayed in the darker colors, knowing it to be more professional. She finally decided on a slate-colored blazer and tailored pants, a cream blouse underneath. Next were the shoes. Round toed shoes were probably the best to stick with. She decided on a pair of patent black Cole Haan pumps. For the makeup, she chose a light pink shadow and brown liner, a light brown brow filler, a dark rose blush, and a pomogranite red matte lipstick. She then set a plain blonde-toned ponytail holder to put the wig back in a tight ponytail tomorrow.
"Here. Is this appropriate?" Slade gave it an appreciative glance.
"Very good, dear. I am impressed." She nodded her thanks and then walked over to him, grabbing his hand. She used it to bring herself down to straddle him. She leaned in near his ear.
"Now please allow me to relieve some of my stress." He smirked.
"Of course." She smiled sweetly at him and undid the tie to her robe. The silky material instantly fell from her shoulders and draped around Slade's knees. She leaned in and kissed his jaw line, then sucked gently on his neck. Slade tilted his head back for her and let out a contented sigh. She rubbed her hands down his toned muscles and to the hem of his pants, tugging at them. She hooked her fingers on each side of them and got off of him slightly to pull them off. Slade shifted upward to make the task easier and soon enough, Slade's pants were in a heap on the floor along with her robe.
She straddled him again. She rubbed herself against his hardening member, but did not thrust him into her. She kissed his jawline again, enjoying the strong manly jaw. She moved one delicate hand down the other side of his jawline, while the other moved down his arm. He absolutely loved it when she took charge, no matter how controlling he usually was. His sex life was completely different than his work.
Starfire then stopped her gentle caresses and brought both hand to his chest, laying them flat, and rest her forehead against his. She closed her eyes and pushed him inside of her, gasping at the contact. She rocked on him, gaining speed, and he moaned quietly. Her breath quickened as she rocked harder against him, and soon both were beginning to lose control. No words were spoken between the two, only the joining of bodies. Starfire was the first to come, letting out strangled cries. At the feeling of her tightening around him, he was not too far after.
Starfire climbed off of him and bent down to pick up her robe. She tied it back up around herself and handed Slade his pajama pants. He quickly slipped them on and then picked her up bridal style, walking from the room and down to their bedroom. He dropped her on the bed, and she bounced slightly from the slight fall. Her eyes were already drooping slightly after her exhaugsting day. She curled under the covers, and Slade slipped under the covers after her, pulling her close.
"Mm, will I be wearing a microphone tomorrow as well?" Slade nodded, his chin resting on the top of her head.
"Especially in this case. I don't want them to try anything. I will also have you wear a small earphone so I can direct you if need be." She nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Thank you, my love." He kissed the top of her forehead.
"Of course." They laid in silence for a moment.
"I love you, Slade." Her voice was already slurred and sleepy. He smiled.
"I love you too. Good night." She was asleep almost instantly and Slade turned off the light, closing his own eyes.
Slade walked down Avenue des Champs-Elysees, ending at Cartier. He had finished his research on the Titans current location, and it was now six in the morning. The man opened the door and greeted Slade. The tall elder man was the owner of the particular store of whom Slade paid a large sum to meet him at such an ungodly hour to look at certain pieces of jewelry. The man led him over to the back where a whole case was devoted to what he was looking for.
"We have the finest rings at Cartier, monsieur. Please tell me what you would like to look at." Slade looked over at the different rings, trying to find one that would pop out at him. All of the rings were beautiful, sparkling as if the light of heaven itself was shining down upon them. He skimmed the rows of jewels and then one caught his eye. He pointed to it.
"I would like to see that one." The man opened the case and took the ring out with a silk handkerchief.
"It is one of our finest." She man set the ring down on the glass case, with the handkerchief under it. Slade inspected it carefully. It was a platinum band with three large diamonds, the middle one the biggest. The band was slim, and the ring all together was quite simple, yet eloquently beautiful. He made his decision.
"I would like this one." The man nodded.
"It is one of our best, monsieur. A fine choice." The man pulled out a small box with the designer's name of the top, and set the ring in the indented fabric.
"Come to the counter over here, s'il vous plait. I shall ring you up." Slade walked over to the counter with the expensive looking register, and the man looked for the certain price in a velvet book.
"This particular piece is 13,730 euros, $18,000 of your American dollars." Slade nodded and handed him a card. The man excepted it and one the payment was taken care of, he wrapped the box in a silk handkerchief and then set it in a velvet tie bag. Once in the velvet, the man put it in the shopping bag.
"Here you go, I hope the woman it is meant for enjoys it." Slade nodded and smiled.
"Thank you." He walked out of the store and back to the black BMW parked a few blocks away, heading back to him mansion.
Well, there ya have it! I absolutely love the little music they play on the Cartier website in the engagement ring section. It's so calming :)
Hope you all enjoyed it.