The two of you walk down the halls of Mugen, silence pleasant enough.
"You know..." Viluy begins, tapping her cheek thoughtfully, "Ah...before we begin, can I listen to your piano playing," she asks, "It's so pretty and peaceful to hear, it drains all your worries away."
Haruka preens at the compliment. "Why, thank you," she returns with a happy smile. "I hope I'll be able to meet your expectations then," she adds with a smirk.
"You'd better," she smiles back, warming up in anticipation of the auditory bliss coming, hopefully. "I don't think you'll dissapoint me, though." Falling in line a bit closer to you, Viluy lets you lead onto the music room and her hoped for sounds.
Haruka smiles at Viluy's words and at the sight of the music room. It was unspectacular, as far as music rooms go, it nevertheless had a comfortable feel to it that was fitting. She directed Viluy to a nearby chair before sitting down on the bench herself.
Haruka stretched her arms high overhead. Just the start to what had quickly become a habitual ritual she moves through before playing any musical piece on her instrument of choice. She breathed in and out to find her center with her fingers poised over the keys, the scent of familiar wood polish serving to calm her nerves. Then on an unspoken signal, her eyes snapped open as a dance of fingers across ivory began in earnest.
The first piece - a little Mozart ditty, classical and soothing, fills the room with it's sweet sound. Closing her eyes and humming softly to the melody, Viluy lets herself get carried away, her uncrossed legs tapping against the chair in time to the music.
As the closing notes to the first song finish, Viluy claps quite happily. She rises, coming over to you before you can start the second piece. "That was wonderful," she gushes, hugging you half by impulse. "Can I sit next to you for the next piece?"
"Sure," she replies, fully in music-mode after running through that last piece. "Allegro Assasi, a fun warmup number," she finds herself commenting cheerfully.
What next though, she found herself wondering. On impulse her thoughts drift to a piece that she'd been working on for some time as she catches herself staring at Viluy. At the curious look she recieved in reply from the girl she shrugged away any doubt she had.
"Now this next one is an original," Haruka recites in faux lecturing tones, "but I'm still in the middle of working on it so hold any critical commentary. I'm delicate and bruise easily," she finishes, presenting an overly embellished face of pain to Viluy at that.
Fingers sitting at the ready once more, she begins....
As you begin the lovingly recreated piece, Viluy watches your fingers. Notes begin to cascade as you ply your musical trade, each one blending into the next, a wonderful patella of sound.
Nodding in time to the melody, your girlfriend inches closer and down, watching your hands as you find her resting on your shoulder... "Oh...Haruka..." she murmurs as you finish the first third of it. "This is....."
"...a song that Michiru made for me a long, long time ago," Haruka finishes, answering Viluy's unspoken question with a nod. Sporting a smirk now, "I adapted it for the piano and squeezed a hint of my own style into it. Hope you don't mind," she adds sheepishly, still maintaining her pace and rhythm.
"It's good," she whispers, as you play on. Filling the room with the bones of a melody thought lost to time, as so much of the glorous past was, time seems to slow. Warmth on your shoulder, music in your heart and ears...so nice. So very, very nice...
Haruka soon finds her eyes closed, losing herself easily to the familiar melody that fills the space of the small music room. Echoing off the walls and through the ears, it's an all together pleasant time. Time that, seemingly all too soon, comes to a close for the pair of silent patrons.
With the last note still hanging in the air amide the silence, Haruka opens her eyes and glances at her companion occupying the bench seat next to her. She was curious to see the reception.
Having been following along, Viluy meets your gaze with her own. Eyes moist and full of silent approval, "It's good," she says simply, in answer to the unspoken question. "You're fine at it, too."
Oh...when it's like this...it's so easy to forget everything, and...
Smiling as she leans on you, "You really did a good job of it. So beautiful..."
"Soon enough I'll have you playing along as well," Haruka states without much doubt, as she takes the time to enjoy the warmth that comes from their shared contact. This is nice. I wouldn't mind if all our time together was like this, she thought to herself.
"Its......something to look forward to," she says, with a throaty purr. "We'll make music like this, just give us some time." Still on you, "Can you play another track, Haruka?" Viluy asks this, showing no signs of restlessness or much else besides being a wonderfully smelling arm warmer. Mmmm... you like the perfume she chose today.
"But I just want to sit here with my sweet smelling rose now," Haruka comments playfully, throwing an arm around Viluy to draw her close. "I mean, how ever am I to play my instrument with such a fetching distraction?" she asks in amusement, running a finger along said distraction's cheek.
"Oh....perhaps our mistrel merely needs the proper motivation," she asks, a gleam in her eye. "Surely the right thing will encourage the music to come out from you, yes?"
Reaching up and brushing your hair back, "And I don't even see a hat for donations, so we'll have to find something else for payment."
This is...letting go...just like the music...
The sensation of Viluy running her hand through her locks sends a pleasant shiver down the length of her body. Now I'm starting to see why she likes this, Haruka notes.
She was enjoying the warmer relation between them to the previously chilly one from this morning. On again, off again, and now on again. Times like this was what made the rollercoaster ride that was their relationship worth it. In her own biased opinion, of course.
"Oh, I'm sure you can coax a note or three out of me," Haruka tells Viluy with an amused grin. "Though..." she begins, continuing to trace a path lightly along her companion's slender neck, "I wonder what music I can make with this instrument?" Haruka asks, staring hotly into Viluy's eyes.
Embers burn in the depths of Viluy's eyes, as if catching fire from your own. Taking your tracing finger and holding it right by her cheek, "Perhaps we can find out, Minstrel..."
So murmuring, Viluy waits for you, her projected intent there...
Letting go....like this is a great dream, a scene from one of those books...
Haruka draws close as the temperature in the room seems to rise in synch with her quickening pulse. With one hand already on Viluy's cheek, she moves the other in kind, completing the frame around the girl's face.
Milky white skin touched with a rosy hue was held captive in her grasp and lips that waited for the same seemed to call to her.
And who was she to refuse?
With the small distance between them now closed the contact was feathery soft at first, but one that slowly deepened with the collective, rising passion. Haruka guided her hands to now rest on Viluy's delicate shoulders. It was simply a brief respite before their eventual trek to the more fruitful southern regions.
A moan is subdued as if flows into your mouth from hers, something else, something far more welcomed accompaning it momentarily. Her own hands roam your back, as your own work down and to her front...
This...if I just let my emotions go while I brain shuts down....my love....in the music room....poo.
Pulling back in the slightest and breaking the kiss, even as her eyes burn, Viluy whispers, "Haruka...could you....make sure the door is locked," she says, fire in her voice, hunger. "Just in case?"
A groan leaves Haruka's lips as she rests her head against Viluy's shoulder. She's unresponsive, unmoving at first, but eventually she nods and gets up to do as asked. The short walk to the door sees Haruka locking then testing the door, before she turns, pausing to gaze at Viluy.
As you click the door locked, you hear Viluy rising. When you turn, you see her shirt fluttering down to the bench, her bra following seconds later. Standing topless, blushing but looking at you firmly.
"Haruka...I love you. Please...I don't want to think about it any more. Just....I'm tired of thinking, and wondering, and worrying. I just want to feel you. Feel...how much I love you...and..." she looks at you more intensely, emotionally hopeful. "How much...you love me?"
The way two now visible things stand at attention, it lends a certain credence to her speech. Smiling, nervous, shaky, hopeful, excited....so many things in one expression visible alone, not to mention what she must be feeling inside. "Just like a wonderful dream?"
If she wasn't out of breath with her heart thundering in her ears before, the sight of Viluy bearing herself so openly quickly corrected that oversight. With her words though...
"My mind, body and soul are in love with you, and that's not going to change," Haruka states plainly without hesitation. She crosses the room to stand before her now. "If dying isn't going to change that then there isn't much you have to worry about," she tells her smiling widely now as she encircles Viluy in a gentle embrace.
She rests the girl's head over her heart, stroking her hair. "Because this beats for only you and me, but if you need this to put to rest your fears," she pulls away far enough to tilt Viluy's chin to match gazes, "then a wonderful dream we'll make then."
You can hear her own heart hammering away, her body slick with a sheen of sweat. Unable to slow her rapid breathing, she instead smiles as best she can amid a growing inner tornado of hot feelings and blood.
"Haruka...love..." she whipsers, her hands going to your shirt, beginning the dance to remove it. "Then...let's make this dream, now. Before we have a chance to wake up..."
Haruka helps Viluy with the task when she sees her fumbling with the buttons. "Calm down, take your time. This dream isn't going to fade so quickly," she assures the girl in soothing tones.
"I know, but..." she admits between breaths, undoing the last button so you can shrug out of your shirt. "But you're so pretty...you're such a beautiful woman, Haruka."
Haruka allows Viluy to take the shirt, a bit reluctantly as she feels the goosebumps rise on her skin with the loss of her shirt. The warmth radiating and being offered by the girl before her though was enough enticement to beat down her initial hesitation.
Of all the adjectives to be placed on her though, Haruka was still straddling the fence mentally whenever Viluy used "beautiful" on her. Sure it made her feel nice, but...
Looking at Viluy she blushes slightly and feeling more nervous than previous, she wondered if her partner hadn't done so on purpose.
...it's so embarassingly strange to be called that, she thought to herself. But aloud, "T-thanks..." she mumbled awkwardly, then looking at her accusingly, "You seem to always know exactly what to say to get me all flustered."
Flushed with heat, Viluy nods with a slight shake. "Haruka...can I..." she asks, looking down at your plain bra. Her hand shake as she holds them just a bit away, as you could probably figure her capacity for rational thought is dwindling...if yours wasn't doing the same.
Haruka gives a simple, quick nod of assent. She didn't quite trust her brain and mouth to work in a coherent tandem to get the right words out at the moment.
It takes two tries; Viluy's hands fumble the first one. Yet...the bra falls aside, letting you join your lover in this state of undress.
Viluy takes a few moments to stare down, murmuring, "So pink and pretty..." her voice's tone is notably all over the place...
And thus, things move on to their inevitable, ah, climax for the incident, as the screen fades to black. New thread!
Yeah, like you were expecting hot Haruka action here. >_>