Trembling Chords

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.