Impossibly
soft fingers played on equally delicate keys, the melody gripping the heart of
the heeder. The song unknown to the brunette but beautiful all the same. She
watched as her friend played, brow furrowed in concentration while a soft hum
vibrated behind tightly shut lips. Tarja had spent the entire afternoon
teaching Anette how to play the right chords, the blonde’s impatience and rush
hitting a nerve within the brunette and causing her calm demeanor to falter.
But
somehow a smile could ease the most furious of storms.
It
wasn’t long before Anette started to sing, a magnificent nightingale trying out
her wings.
A
then up to E, then down to A and back to E.
Her
singing faltered slightly as she tried to hit the right chords, a sort of
nervousness crawling into her voice and breaking the mask of confidence the
blonde adorned.
Tarja
placed her hand on Anette’s upper arm and squeezed it slightly, making the
blonde turn her head and look at her friend. The brunette had to swallow back
her own heart to quell its urge to jump right out of her mouth and side with
Anette’s own. There were dangerous thoughts circling around in Tarja’s head as
she looked into Anette’s ocean blue gems, ones that could destroy the companionship
they had been building for a number of years. The brunette wanted to give in,
submerge herself into the madness that plagued her. The word love slammed at the forefront of her
mind, the urge to act upon it becoming stronger each moment they met.
“You’re
doing great.”
Anette’s
smile could melt glaziers, along with the beating organ inside Tarja’s chest.
“So,
do you think I should do it?”
The
brunette wanted to kiss the uncertainty right off Anette’s face and replace it
with the faith she had for the blonde. The nightingale shouldn’t doubt
something that came so angelically from her lips.
“Absolutely”
The
blonde squealed and grabbed her phone, setting the device on top of the piano
and moving it so that she could record herself singing.
Tarja
stood up from the bench and moved to the side, making sure that the phone didn’t
record her presence in the room too.
The
brunette could feel a pair of her eyes on her and turned around and caught
Anette’s gaze, the blonde aiming a small smile her way before she turned back
to the piano, leaving Tarja with butterflies roaming wild in her belly.
After
swiping her fingers a few times on the phone screen, the blonde placed her
fingers on the keys and began pressing down.
“Are you, are you, coming to the tree
Where they strung up a man, they say who murdered
three…”
Tarja
didn’t think she would ever stop tiring of Anette performing, the expressions
on her face and the melodic voice making goose bumps appear on every inch of
her skin. Anette’s eyes were trained on the keys, her voice accompanied by the
piano created a bone chilling atmosphere, the lyrics sinking deep into Tarja’s
gut.
A
low E up to B up to E and down to B again.
“Merry
Christmas!”
And
just like that, the moment was over. Broken by the sweet voice the brunette was
familiar with.
Tarja
resisted the urge to shake her head as she stepped towards the blonde, her
heart beating faster with every step she took. Anette was biting her lip as she
replayed the video to make sure it was okay.
“How
was it?” Anette asked as Tarja sat down on the bench once more.
The
tension in the air grew as the brunette scanned every inch of the other woman’s
face, her fingers twitching with a want to touch it instead. It could go wrong,
it could go so horribly wrong, but Tarja had to show Anette just how amazing
she was, erasing the last of the doubts she had.
Slowly,
Tarja leaned forwards and closed her eyes, connecting the blonde’s lips with
her own. Tarja nearly cried as she felt how soft they were, her heart beating
rapidly as the butterflies in her belly felt like they were exploding. She began
moving her lips over Anette’s own as her right hand moved to the blonde’s hip,
the fabric of the jeans warm against her fingertips.
After
realizing that Anette still hadn’t kissed her back, Tarja quickly pulled away. The
blonde’s eyes were closed, her face not giving away any emotions.
Tarja
had ruined everything.
As
the humiliation began pouring into her veins and crawling along her skin, the
brunette moved to stand, tears brimming in her eyes.
Though
her movements stopped as delicate fingers closed around Tarja’s wrist.
Anette
looked at her then, no traces of anger or confusion lining her features.
Carefully,
the blonde placed the brunette’s hand on her cheek.
“Thank
you” Anette whispered and leaned in.
Tarja
did cry then, the weight of keeping her deepest secret being released as Anette
kissed her back.
The
nightingale swept her up in her wings then, and Tarja never wanted to get back
down on the ground.
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A/N
After watching this video, the plot to this story just came to me.
