Dark Fairy Tales and Other Sexy Stories

[Mephistophelily]

"They always end up the last place you think to look, don't they?," Melody called with a laugh, watching him as he pulled out the spare bed things. Taking them from him with a smile, she set to making up her own little bed spot on the couch. Stretching out to put the one blanket down underneath, settling the pillow and giving it a little fluffing up, then another blanket on top just in case she picked up a chill.

She peeked over at him as he wandered toward the kitchen area, smiling at him again and nodding at the knocking comment. "Of course. Thank you, Mister Piper." She watched curiously as he poured a drink, shaking her head with a smile. "Oh, no, thank you. I would hate for that to mess with my throat after everything we've done today..."

She hesitated, however, as he took a sip from his own glass. Her nerves were rather shot, all the worries she had kept over the day still lingering, as well as the nervousness of being overnight in his apartment. "Well... Maybe... a small glass," She reconsidered, coming out to join him at the counter and taking to her toes to get a glass like his from the open cabinet. Pouring herself a much smaller amount of from the flask, she took a quick sip of it- and immediately started coughing.

Melody had only had small glasses of champagne with her mother before as her only tastes of alcohol. This was certainly not the same as that!

"Oh my," She coughed out, covering her mouth as she tried to stop the sound. "I'm sorry," She giggled out as they finally came to an end, looking back up at him with a smirk. "I guess that's something else I need to learn how to handle, too..." She laughed again, still managing to finish the small amount she had poured; she didn't want to waste his drinks!

Rubbing her mouth at the odd tingle the alcohol left behind, she gave another smile to him, setting the glass on the counter. "I think I'm going to go lay down, Mister Piper. Thank you, again, for letting me stay here... and I'll see you first thing in the morning. No chances of me being late at all this time, is there?" She smiled, then headed for the couch, curling up under the blanket.

 

[degrepski]

Dr. Piper stifled a chuckle. "Careful, my dear," he said. "You'll find that to be a very rare and hard to come by liqueur. It's a...family recipe."

Give the poor girl credit, she held it in and held it down. Dr. Piper nodded approval.

"Indeed," he said. "Get some rest and I'll see you in the morning, Melody," he said, putting the glasses and liqueur away and entering his room. He kept his eye on Melody as he pulled the door nearly shut, leaving the tiniest crack.

Dr. Piper stood there for a time, watching Melody with a mixture of care and desire. He wanted her. Ever since he'd heard the music hidden within her voice. But now, after spending an entire day with her, his entire being ached to hear the music only he could pull from her.

A finer instrument I have never found, he thought. Not in all my years.

The flute case hummed at him, an admonishment. He chuckled. Of course, my friend. You are still the greatest of my trove.

He walked over to the flute case, carefully opened it, revealing his treasure, his greatest asset and secret. The flute of the Piper family. He glanced back at the door. Melody's breathing hadn't settled yet, which meant she was still awake. What was she thinking, he wondered. Was it thoughts about today's lessons? Was it thoughts about his instruction? Was it thoughts about....him?

Just a little test, he reasoned. A small one. Just something to see if I still have it.

He lifted the flute out of the case, made one minor adjustment to one of the valves, and raised it to his lips.

Let's see if the Piper magic still holds true in me.

He played. A soft, almost silent melody. It sang a sweet suggestion. A delicate idea. A tempting offer. The notes gradually wafted through the air, hanging with sung promise of pleasure untold. They sneaked out of his room, making their way to their target.

Now, my dear, Dr. James Richard Piper thought as he played. Let me hear the notes only I should hear.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Good night, Mister Piper," she called, peering over the arm of the couch with a smile as he headed in to his own bed. The couch was comfortable, surprisingly. Melody settled in nicely, looking off to his windows and watching the city's night sky. Even at later hours, everything had such life out there. Nothing seemed to sleep. The city was always moving, always changing, never completely what a person expected from one minute into the next.

Kind of like him. Mister Piper. She tucked an arm up behind her head, still watching the night as she thought on that. He was such a curious man, fascinating and frightening at times. Always changing. Something hidden to him, but she imagined it was something far more amazing than what he led her to believe. Talent with his music, absolutely. But what he had done at the theater... That was more than simply music, or talent. That was... She wasn't sure what that was.

She twisted a bit on the sheet, readjusting to view the sky. Mister Piper had certainly tested her, pushed her today. She ached far more than just her throat, even her head seemed a mess. Perhaps it was that drink. Why, she could swear she heard him playing his flute- but he had gone to bed, hadn't he? Perhaps simply a late night practice. Yes, that could be it. His notes were so soft and gentle, almost a little lullaby. Melody smiled at that, burying down a bit more. It was warm in here, she realized, pushing down the sheet a bit more. That drink lingered on her tongue, a tiny laugh in her throat over the flavor of it.

She recalled Mister Piper's massages, the way he rubbed her throat. It had certainly helped to soothe her. Maybe another try at it herself... And what of the one he gave for her lungs? That had been... Different. His hands had been so warm, firm against her but gentle to not hurt her. Perfectly between the two. Enough to... To...

Melody bit her lip gently, her mind twisting the thoughts of those strong hands to elsewhere. How it would have felt if he had kept going.. The tune from his flute wafted on, Melody's own fingers dancing up along her covered breast, mimicking his massage motions against it, adding a grasp of her nipple, a pinch and rough rub. She stifled down a moan at the thought of hom, the hand behind her head drawing out to slide down her hip, dipping fingers beneath the panties, tracing gently against her folds. The tiniest of sounds left her then, a baby gasp, a meager puff of "Oh-" at visions of Doctor Piper. Her fingers drew further, teasing against her sensitive bud, tracing a light path along her clit. The Doctor remained on her mind, her thighs parting a bit more to glide her hand down a bit more, slowly easing her fingertip past her parted lips. Simple and quietly, trying so hard to be quiet afraid of what he would think if he were to find her...

But she simply couldn't stop. Her hands refused, her mind deadset. He simply wouldn't leave her thoughts... Her touch slid further, pushing another digit inside, her legs going against the couch back and a foot to the floor, Melody's attempts at staying quiet beginning to fall. "Uh... Aah- ha... Oh... Oh, Doctor," she whispered into the room's silence, his music coming to accompany her as she crooned so softly on his couch.

 

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That's it, my dear Melody. Work your magic, he thought to himself, though whether to the music or the girl, it was hard to figure.

He watched her, observing her motions. Like a carefully composed sonata, her movements started slow then began to build in intensity, the music providing a brilliant harmony to Melody's moaning melody. His hands trembled on his flute, as another instrument started demanding to be played.

The sounds....the lovely music pouring out from her lips, her body squirming on the couch. A masterful performance for him alone.

I want more, he demanded. Show me more.

He adjusted his playing, and the notes that had been inviting now had the an edge of command. It pleaded, begged, ordered Melody to build to a more furious pace, a crescendo where the triumphant note would be her own climax.

Let me hear it! he begged to her. Let me hear your release, my Melody.

 

[Mephistophelily]

Melody left her legs splayed against Mister Piper's couch, her eyes closed tightly as her fingers continued to run against both her breast and within her folds, the tiny whimpers and coos growing louder as she increased her efforts. The music flowing from his room seemed to grow in volume as well, its tone changing- barely registering for her otherwise occupied mind, but something she could still hear over her own sounds. Her lips left parted open now, her digits buried into her aching center.

"Ohh-!" Her voice grew in volume now, her hips rocking down against her hand as she squirmed and gasped. She no longer cared if he heard her or not... The thoughts of her teacher seemed to be more on the idea of him between her legs, not overhearing from his bedroom on the terribly naughty things his student was doing on his own couch. "Hnah... Ahh! AH! Ohhh god-" Melody was panting for breath now, the soft cry finally coming sharply from her lips, a long note held from her throat as she quaked against her fingers, her body giving in to both the imagery in her mind and the feel of her own touch.

"Doctor!" The single word was nearly a shout, a scream, a combination of the two. The girl making the sound gasped upon the sheets, trembling as she slowly drew her fingers away. Slowly trying to regain her breath, she remembered the details of his breathing exercises... and actually managed to calm herself back down much sooner with them. Simply laying there, she glanced back to his door, then closed her eyes with a sigh. Hopefully he hadn't heard any of that...

 

[degrepski]

The building climax of Melody's crescendo tore through James' soul. Yes! More! MORE! His flute playing began to get feverish as she finally let out a final, window shaking scream.

"Doctor!" she came, looking for all the world like an opera singer who had belted out twenty of the highest notes in her life.

For James, it was ecstasy, the purest sound from the most delicate of instruments.

more...

He changed the tune, going for the second movement. No longer subtle, no longer soothing, the music demanded to be obeyed.

Come, it whispered. Come here....

The Doctor was shaking, his flute competing with another long rod in his possession. All thoughts of oaths and promises gone as his mind focused on one thing.

I must have her...

 

[Mephistophelily]

Melody lay there a moment, trying to regain her breath and realign her thoughts. Puffing out a long breath, she rested a hand on her cheek, biting her lip softly. Finally rolling over slightly to peer at the doctor's door. He was still playing, a new tune drifting from his bed. Was he so lost in his musician's state of mind he didn't hear at all?

The notes wafting out to her ears had a certain hold to them, a tone that seemed nearly impossible to be played. Notes that seemed to bury deeply into her mind, nearly puncturing into her soul. Turning to sit up on the couch, she closed her eyes, listening to his song. She began to hum along with it, mimicking the melody while slowly rising up from the couch and tiptoeing towards his door. It drew her in, the way it latched onto her.

"...James...," she called out suddenly, finding her own voice so unfamiliar as she stood in the Doctor's doorway. A voice full of lust and need, calling with ache for a name she didn't know. Was she sleepwalking? Were people ever aware of doing it?

"I'm yours, James..." More words in the voice that held little of her own sound. A melodic tone to it, almost singing the syllables. She didn't understand this. A dream? Was this a
dream? It was the only thing that made sense to her utterly confused mind.

 

[degrepski]

Dr. James Piper stopped playing. To think that a simple thing like his name would be enough to shake him from his reverie.

How does she know my name?

The music. Had to be. Unlocked a part of her mind in some way. This was bad, very bad. He closed the door with a quick slam and put his back to it.

It'll fade, he consoled himself. By the morning, she won't remember a thing.

At least, that was his hope...

 

[Mephistophelily]

The song abruptly ended.
As did Melody's motions. She stood outside his door, staring at it blankly. She didn't understand what had just happened. The sound of it brought to a close so fast seemed to snap her head out of it's daze, looking at the wooden structure as though it had magically appeared before her out of nowhere.

Sleepwalking.
It had to be the case. Had to... There was no way that she'd-
And that name. She tried to recall if it was on his card. No, just initials... She was sure of that. Then how did she- Just a random name? She learned so many different ones during her times in the theater, names her mother called so many of the cast upon the stage. Perhaps she had simply chosen one at random in her wandering.

But why that one?

She looked back to the clock as she turned around, rubbing her head in a sleepy confused haze. It was nearly 2 am. No wonder she was so exhausted. And he expected her to be up and ready in just a few hours! So much for staying over making things easier. Crawling back into her makeshift bed, she leered back at his door once again, now even more embarrassed of what she had done so short a time ago. She lay there for a bit longer, finally just passing out from exhaustion.

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Her phone was still set for the alarm she had used the day before at home. Her hand flailed out lazily for it, trying to find her bed stand Sitting up, she looked around in confusion, then remembered.... This was Mister Piper's place. Her whole head was in a daze, so much confusing things running through it. She always did have a hard time staying over, even as a kid. Her mind simply didn't keep track of where she was when she slept.

There was also the weird residual snippets of dreams from last night...
Her phone was still going off. Getting up, she found it in the pocket of her jeans on his clothing chest, beeping off the buzzing sound and stretching out. "Good morning, Mister Piper!," She called, not sure if he'd gotten up before her.

 

[degrepski]

Dr. Piper was already in the kitchen, a bit different than his usual, polished self.

He sat at the kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee, in a green, velvet bathrobe. His hair was a tiny bit tousled, and the barest hint of stubble grace his cheeks. Far from some rugged man, he just looked like he's maybe had a rough night.

No kidding.

"Mornin', Melody," he said, a little gruff but still with his musical tone of voice. "Did you sleep well last night?"

He already knew the answer. Still, he just needed to confirm a couple things.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She wandered out as she heard him, finding him at the counter in a rather surprising display. He was certainly a quirky fellow at times, but this was out of what she already viewed to be his norm.

... Had she woken him in the night with further wanderings?

Melody blushed slightly at the thought, reaching over for the coffeecup left for her. "I did.... Alright. I have a touch trouble in new places. Strange dreams. Very strange." She was afraid to go into further detail, pouring herself the drink. Still, with as frazzled as he seemed, if it was her doing-

"I'm really, really sorry if I was talking in my sleep," she stated suddenly, having trouble to actually look at him. "I do that sometimes. Overtired, I guess. If I said anything weird or... Or offensive... I'm really, really, unbelievably sorry..." She gave a quick glance his way, then slowly sipped her drink. "It was dreams about music, mostly," she noted suddenly. "Your flute. I recall that. And then-"

Melody cut short, just staring off, a confused look on her face. "I honestly don't remember. Just the flute... And saying.... Something. I don't remember what it was..."

 

[degrepski]

Dr. Piper nodded. Good. Her memory is fuzzy. Time to bury the needle on the forget-o-meter. "It's...uh, not uncommon, given the strenuous nature of our lessons to have...odd dreams." He hastily took a sip of his coffee. Noticing it was empty, he placed the mug in the sink. Washing it, he said, "If you like, you can use the shower first. Just go through my bedroom and you can't miss it."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"...Oh..." Melody looked at the coffee maker, then back to her cup, taking another long sip of her drink, then nodding. "That must have been it, yes... All those songs and the work we did... I- Yes. Perhaps that's it."

Still, there were so many things that seemed so.. so real. The time she had spent on the couch- was that even real? Or was that part of her mind at work? it all seemed such a haze, so hard to understand... Finishing off those last few sips, she nodded thankfully to him as he offered her the shower first. "That would be wonderful, thank you. I promise, I won't take long. Oh- Is.. is it alright if I take more from your box? I... you know, the whole clothes thing..."

Setting the cup into the sink as well, she started off back to the small chest, trading off for a set of little shorts and a tank top. Not exactly the same as yesterday's outfit, but still presentable enough for the day... Besides, it was just the two of them, right?

Off to the shower, she stepped into his room, hesitantly glancing over to the flute's box settled on his stand. She swore she had heard that thing last night, singing away so sweetly.... so- so alluringly. Like it was.. trying to seduce her, to call her in to it's tune, reel her in to its song. Was that even possible? Like a siren... No. No, that was silly. Impossible.

Moving on to the shower, she kept thinking back to the flute, to his mouth upon it, his fingers playing it so carefully, so precisely. Every note seemed to hold a meaning behind it, just as he was trying to get her to do with her voice. Maybe some day she could do what he did with a song. What exactly WAS it that he did, though?

The water was warm, refreshing. It helped to wash off those strange thoughts, the concerns and questionables that lingered in her mind. Silly thoughts. All such silly thoughts. She scrubbed at her hair, rinsing the bubbles off before sudsing up her arms and tummy, her breasts and neck, still finding her thoughts to drift back to Mister Piper.

She could have sworn she said a name last night.
A name in her dreams.
A name connected to a desire that was deep inside her at the time... One that still managed to remain, without a direction.

Melody stepped out of the shower finally, realizing something else in regard to the clothing situation... No other panties. She blushed, simply getting dressed with what she had. The shorts seemed thick enough- he wasn't going to notice, was he? Quickly scrubbing her teeth with her finger in his mirror, the toothpaste grabbed up and a thankful bottle of mouthwash beside it, she felt prepped enough for the day to be presentable. Returning back to the main rooms, she gave a soft sigh, stretching her arms out over her head. "Much better! Thank you, Mister Piper!"

 

[degrepski]

While Melody was in the shower, James stood by his favorite window, contemplating the events of last night in his own way.

Too close, he said to himself. That was too close. She can't stay tonight, too dangerous. For her...and for me.

He drained his second cup of coffee dry, refocusing his attention to the day at hand, and the lessons he had planned. No matter what, he wanted to make sure Melody's voice rang out true, that everyone who heard her would see and hear what he had.

The girl is a born natural. What happened to her to restrict her voice so much...?

He turned as he heard his name called. As if last night's events weren't enough to bring back fond memories, she was now dressed in a tank top and shorts. Short shorts.

Sweet choirs!

He coughed. "Good, good," he managed to get out. "Go ahead and grab something to eat, there's plenty of everything and feel free to whatever you want. We'll start a little early today, give you a chance to get home before it's too dark. The schedule will be a little...different this round, but should still provide tremendous progress." He set down his mug. "If you'll excuse me, it's probably a good idea if I go and wash up, myself."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Home? Melody glanced at him with that, trying not to let her disappointment reflect too much. She had thought that- No, of course. Last night was a chance thing. An act of kindness fron teacher to student, to an exhausted pupil. There had been nothing more to it, and shame upon her for thinking in such a manner! If he knew she had thought that way, he most certainly would cancel the remaining lessons...! No, no- she would just stay quiet on those dreams and the thoughts she had assumed on staying longer.

"Right, yes, of course." She forced a smile, stepping out of his way to go to the bath himself. She may not be much of a cook, but she could at least put together a nice gathering of things from what he had. A plate of fruit from the fridge, some scones from his bread drawer, all set out on the table before nibbling herself.

The dreams just didn't want to leave, though. Something had to have influenced that. Put such an idea there to even come into play.
Was she... Was she falling for him?
But she was just his student. There was nothing more.
... Right?

She sighed, nibbling her scone.
Going home really was a good idea.

 

[degrepski]

The water cascaded down the doctor's body as he stood in the shower. He'd already soaped up and off, and shampooed and rinsed. Twice. But he was hesitant to leave the shower. An image was trapped in his mind, one that persisted despite his best efforts. An image of Melody in this very shower.

He could have come in. Walked in on her. She wouldn't have suspected. Or maybe she would have even wanted it. The questions and possibilities, as well as just the image of her, were enough to make him incredibly hard.

Control.

He shut off the water, toweled off, then dressed in a casual pair of slacks and a forest green button up shirt. His hair was combed back.

As he stepped back out into the room, he realized that something was amiss. His instrument was very ready for playing, and visible through his slacks.

Maybe she won't notice? he thought. And maybe pigs have wings.

"Alright," he said, rubbing his hands together. "Breakfast, then warm ups, then lessons. We'll make things a little more casual today." He stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a bagel, and ate hungrily, hoping the food might take his mind off his fantasizing.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Mm!" Melody quickly finished up the strawberry she had been nibbling, nodding as he came into the room and picked up something for himself. "Right. Sure."

He seemed to be pushing straight into things much faster than he had the other day. Had- her whole talking in her sleep been something that offended him? Oh god, had she said more than she thought? Was he trying to kick her out of here, but still keep to his agreement?

Overreacting. She had to be. That couldn't be it. He probably had other plans. Other jobs. Other students. A date or something.

Why did the thoughts of those last two actually bother her a bit? "Warm ups," She called out suddenly, getting up from the table and going to get a quick drink of water. Gulping it down, she glanced at him. He even looked a bit different today. Not as... curious as usual. Like he was nervous and anxious.

Maybe he really did have a date.

She set the cup back down, perhaps a bit harder than she should have, and made her way back out into the living room area. Her hands immediately reached up, rubbing the massage he had taught her against her neck, a testing hum given to be sure it was working. Felt about right.

Those thoughts of him off on a date somewhere, some other woman, someone impressed by his musical skills- the MASSAGES he could give!- started to break her concentration, her teeth grinding together through the hum so hard that she felt a little pop in her jaw. She yelped slightly with it, hastily pulling her hands back to flex her mouth. No harm seemed to be done.

"Sorry," She called out softly. "I guess it locked up a bit."

On to the next. Her hands ran down, rubbing in the spots he had shown her, right at the sides of her ribs. She had been shy on this before, afraid of the sight she would seem with it. Now, she suddenly didn't care. She was starting to feel almost... upset... that someone else might be taking his time and attention. Why on Earth did any of that matter to her? She was just another part to his deal. It wasn't like he thought anything more to her...

"What songs should we try today, Mister Piper?"

 

[degrepski]

She was distracted, too, it seems. The massage wasn't nearly as thorough as it had been before.

"A moment, Melody," he said. "You've only completed half of the chest massage, and it seems you've tensed up in an entirely new way, along the jaw."

He motioned her to a seat and sat down across from her. "The chest massage isn't just on the sides of the chest, it's also in the center, and you've missed those spots. Also, I could hear how your jaw popped all the way from the kitchen, so that means something else is tense."

He reached a delicate hand along her jaw line, gently feeling along the various nodes and muscles along her cheek. Oddly enough, it seemed there wasn't much in the way of tension, which means that it was just a temporary thing.

Why would she suddenly tense up? he asked himself, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

But he did know. And that's why when his inspection was done, he cupped her cheek and turned her eyes toward him.

"Seems something is bothering you," he said. "And you're not even getting half the benefit of the massage if you're bothered by something."

He reluctantly moved his hand. "Now, why don't you tell me what's on your mind as you work the chest massage again."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Huh? N-no! Really, I-I'm fine..." Melody frowned slightly as he called her back to the chair, directing her to sit. She sighed softly, but did so. "It was just a lock up. I pushed it out. It's nothing, really..."

She hesitated as he touched her cheek, looking into his eyes a brief moment as he inspected her jaw, ensuring that nothing had actually gotten too far out of place. They drifted to the floor as he ran his fingers along it, testing it a bit more.

"I'm fine," She repeated once again.

He didn't seem to believe that, drawing her face up to look at him directly and demanding to know what was wrong.

Melody sighed. She really didn't want to... To tell him all that...

"Just thoughts," She started softly, returning to the chest exercises, her fingers running along the front of her shirt, cupping and rubbing at the various spots. "Things that are bothering me. Stupid things. I guess those dreams last night rooted in or something. Now they're giving ideas to me, that are just...." She shook her head. "They're just not right."

She paused in her words, slowing her hands' motions. "I didn't wake you last night, did I? I didn't cause you any problems?"

 

[degrepski]

Dr. Piper smiled, his mind going back to last night's little "display".

He chuckled to himself. "No, dear Melody," he said with a smile. "Nothing you did disturbed me in the least last night."

Watching her do the chest exercises wasn't a very calming pursuit. Her hands moving around her breasts, accentuating prominent parts of her anatomy, was an intoxicating experience. But, she was here for lessons, and he would try his best not to let his own desires get in the way.

At least, not too much.

"Those thoughts you're feeling, I want you to express them to me," he said, rising to go to his room. He grabbed his flute case and brought it back into the living room. "I want you to take whatever it is you're feeling and express it in your next song choice. If you're able to channel the feelings in your body, in your mind, into a piece of music," he opened the case and revealed his magnificent flute, "then you will be able to sing on the same stage as your mother on equal footing."

With his flute tuned a few a notes played to ensure quality of sound, he indicated his ample selection of music. "Pick a song, my dear. You've learned how to deliver a quality sound, now we're going to add emotion, feeling, into the notes."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"I'm... I'm glad to hear that." Melody shook her head, a confused look on her face as she continued to do her exercises. "I don't quite understand all those dreams, and if I was- I swear, I think I was sleep walking. I haven't done that since I was a child." She shrugged a bit, knowing that if she didn't stay focused he was probably going to scold her again. Taking a deep breath, she pushed again, guiding against her breast bone, pushing to help her lungs.

His sudden words about wanting her to express her feelings made her abruptly stop, watching him with widened eyes as he headed for his room. "Wh-what?! No, Doctor, I'm not sure that's... that's such a good..."

He already had the flute. She whimpered softly, nervously rubbing her arm. What he said made sense, to channel the emotions into a song, to convey it properly, to let it sink into the music... But still...
...THOSE feelings?

He pointed to the collection once more, pushing for her to pick something fitting to what she felt. "Yes, Doctor." She got up slowly, reaching into the collected piles of folders and sheets to find something that worked.

She stood up slowly, finding sheet music to a musical that... hadn't even been on stage yet. Now how did he manage that one? She knew the show was in progressions, and was being test run in other states... But-

She shook her head, taking up the paper and setting it on the stand. "This... This works..." she took a deep breath, trying to look more at the paper than to him. Focus on the words, the feeling inside. Not the man who caused them.
"I realized the best part of love is the thinnest slice
And it don't count for much
But I'm not letting go
I believe there's still much to believe in

So lift your eyes if you feel you can
Reach for a star and I'll show you a plan
I figured it out
What I needed was someone to show me..."

 

[degrepski]

There was only a little hesitation, only a hint of apprehension. But the notes were clear, the music honest. And, truth be told, the unsure quality of the singer led to a certain charm to it. She was confessing her feelings for someone, she should be nervous.

But she was confessing to him. And that made him nervous.

Truly? he wondered, as his own music began to accompany hers.

He'd never been sure of himself, he realized. For decades, sole custodian to a singular power. He'd never permitted himself to feel, fear gripping his heart.

So, instead, he let the music feel for him.

His music seemed to keep their distance, accompanying-ly attentive, yet reserved. As she continued the verses, he let them ease into her song, complimenting, accepting, agreeing. Letting her know it was alright, he felt similar.

He only hoped he could control what would come next.

 

[Mephistophelily]

She was worried on what he would think, as the lyrics began to flow. The song came out with more emotion, more reference to what it was that she felt. Melody peered over the music stand at him, trying to read his face. He seemed so immersed in his own part to the song, but there also seemed a glimmering moment of possible understanding.

His flute played along. Slowly taking a more active participation, notes blending with her own voice, taking a tone that seemed to agree with her, console her. It understood her words, her intention with the song choice.

As the last verse came to an end, she looked at him. A hesitant glance at first, slowly lingering a bit longer. "I hope you don't mind my choice," she said softly, nervously rubbing her lips together after the words left them. "It.... was just..." She wasn't sure exactly how to say it. The song had said it all.

"I think I'm falling for you, doctor," she finally whispered out, looking back to the papers before her. "And I don't know what to do about it..."

 

[degrepski]

For what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Piper just stood there absorbing the information he was receiving. He didn't quite know what to do with it. He'd known she was a rare gem--rarer by far than any he or his relatives had ever come across over the centuries of musical appreciation.

Still, he thought to himself, it'd be a shame just to let this one lie...

He set the flute reverently back in it's case, closed it, and walked toward her slowly, as if he were afraid to startle her. He delicately took her hand and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.