the singers (with DangerousDarkEyes)

[patrick1]

When he heard her rehearsing he panicked.

She was so pretty too, it wasn't fair that she could sing so well.

Manny behind the bar said he couldn't have a drink. 'Not till...'

Four hours till he was on. He knew he mustn't do what he'd decided to do.

He went up three blocks to Safeways, and bought a big big bottle of Stoli, and just got back in time for his sound-check.

The young woman was there, all bright-eyed and watching from across the dark room. There were two pretty young men with her, one fussing over the tuning on her second guitar. He'd had a couple of deep deep shots of the vodka by then but they hadn't quite kicked in. His long grey pony-tail was wild, though, like it got when he wasn't quite in control of himself and he'd been out in the wind.

For the check he sang one of his wild covers: John Sebastian's 'Darling be home soon' transformed into three different styles – country, blues and rock - with a wild arpeggio of finger-picking in the middle. He played it through twice. The woman laughed and applauded, as if she meant it. Everyone else was perfunctory, or businesslike.

Why the fuck did he do this?

But when it was done and he tried to slide off to the safety of his camper van, Manny was there at the exit. 'Not till your spot, Paddy, please.'

He was about to push the guy away even though he knew Manny was only trying to do the best by him – and keep his acts together - when he saw the woman, at Manny's shoulder. 'That was fan-tastic,' she was saying. 'You got a minute, maybe you could do that in slowmo for me? I'd love to learn the technique.'

'Oh, no, it's a...Sure, sure. Back in a mo', just need the john.'

He took a deep swig in there. But he stopped himself from a second one. She was such a looker. And so fucking talented. How could he refuse her? A momentary stumble. No, no, he was all right. Yes he was.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She was a new up and coming singer known only as Shadow, her stage name, which gave the illusion of a mysterious woman. It also is what helped her singing career take off. That and the fact that she was not hard on the eyes. She stood 5’5, with great figure, a well endowed one at that, having a 34d cup that people usually looked at before they saw her face. Her long brown hair and teddy bear brown eyes with beautiful rosy pink lips always looked great on an CD cover. Sometimes she wasn’t sure if it was her singing that sold her CD’s, which she only had 2 at the moment, or if it was her looks that sold them. Regardless, at 23, she was finally starting to get a bit known and her sales were going up.

Her gig for the night had surprised her a bit, when she heard the man who took stage and started singing. What he did to the song she found simply fascinating and loved the way he had sung it. She looked at Jerry while he fooled with her guitar and said she just had to meet him.

“No way, you don’t need to talk to the likes of him,” Dave her manager said, trying to get her to come back stage to her dressing room.

Shadow didn’t listen to him, which she rarely listened to anyone anyway, and walked over to the man.

'That was fan-tastic,' Shadow said. 'You got a minute, maybe you could do that in slowmo for me? I'd love to learn the technique.'

She smiled when he agreed to talk with her after he went to the bathroom. So against her managers wishes, she stood there waiting on him. She was never one to judge a person, especially one she didn’t know and whatever Dave’s problem with the man was, well, it was his problem, not hers.

 

[patrick1]

They found a back room to work in together, a dusty store-room iled high with scenery from some past or yet-to-be performed play. They dragged a couple of fold-up chairs in there. He was conscious of the clunk of the hidden bottle when he put down his bag but she didn't seem to notice.

He felt a little unsafe with her, with her beauty, but once their guitars on their knees he relaxed: there was some sort of barrier.

But also a connection. He played the instrumental riff to her at full speed. 'Actually I copied it off this fiddler, that's why it's so damn quick, took me ages to learn. See, it's like this...'

He played, more slowly for her, the treble line of the thing.

Her fingers were long, the nails wore plain varnish, her skin was bronzed from sunlight. When she bent over the guitar he had the impulse to lift a few strands of her from her face, but of course he didn't.

'No,' he said, when she tried to copy him, 'you need to use all three fingers or it won't work, see...?'

She used all three fingers, and got a little quicker, and her laugh was a pleasure to hear.

'But then of course, don't get too cocky now,' he was getting confident enough to be jocular with her, 'then you have to fit in the bass pattern, which is on a 3-beat not a 4.'

That took a while. With a regular student he might have stood behind her and showed her the fingering by physically manoeuvring her. But he wasn't going to do that with her.

Finally she completed half the riff, albeit at half-speed, and she yelped in triumph, and he applauded. 'Maybe we should take a break.' He leant back. 'Shadow, that's quite a name to have.'

'Yeh,' she said, setting aside her guitar, 'you see back on the road...'

One of the pretty men was at the door. 'Time we ate a little something before the show,' he said.

Shadow shrugged her shoulders at Paddy. 'Break a leg,' they said to each other, and she was gone.

There wasn't an emptiness, though, at her leaving. He realized he'd sat through the booze coursing through his veins, and had hardly noticed its passage. Ease up till you've done your set. Show her what you can do.

He was surprised at the voice inside him. He bent over the guitar, trying a little tune he'd been idly working on earlier in the day to new words. 'Shadow, quit following me.../ Shadow, stop swallowing meeeee.../up...'

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“That was a bit rude, Dave, we could have at least as him to join us for dinner,” she said a bit agitated as well as embarrassed.

“He’s on his wait as a singer, Shadow, he drinks more than he does anything else and you just don’t need his name connected in anyway to yours.”

“He seemed perfectly fine to me and I was actually learning something knew that I even enjoyed.” she said a bit harshly to Dave. “I know you’re just trying to look out for me, but I am a big girl now and don’t need another father figure. Managing my career doesn’t give you reason to manage my life.” She then suddenly turned, “I’ll be right back.”

She walked back to where Paddy was playing his guitar.

“Uhm, I hate to bother you, but would you like to have a late dinner with me after the show, or an early breakfast depending on when we both get thru here.” She smiled at him waiting for his response.

 

[patrick1]

Paddy was more organised than usual. He had his numbers taped on a sheet to the soundboard, and he even played and sang them in the order they were written down, with most of the original words, which was pretty unusual.

There was a bigger crowd than he'd seen in the joint before. Maybe they were here for Shadow – there was certainly a lot of to-ing and fro-ing to the bar during his set – but once people got the hang of him, a croak of a voice but some kind of feel and dexterity at the guitar, there were some respectful Shushes and closer attention.

There was something missing from what he was doing, he knew. There always had been, though it had gotten worse lately. When he finished, the reception was kind, friendly, polite. But it always left him with a feeling of melancholy rather than achievement, left him yearning for the band days, where there wasn't time to reflect, because the next drink / laugh / party was always next on the agenda.

He bought himself a long long beer at the bar. 'On the house,' said Manny, with a friendly hand on his arm. 'Well done Paddy.'

Manny was good to him. Paddy had let him down more than once but the guy still employed him.

Hey, don't get schmaltzy now.

He sat at the back and listened to the woman called Shadow. She was good. She could be better, but she was good. Sometimes she skipped by on charm and grace, but a couple of her self-written numbers had a rawness, a genuine feel, that matched her guitar style.

He thought maybe he'd slink away afterwards. It had been kind of her, to invite him for a late dinner. He hadn't known how to refuse, when she'd asked: a pretty woman, asking him for dinner! Hadn't happened in a year or few. But he knew he'd be tongue-tied, he was hopeless if he didn't have a guitar in his hand, or too many drinks already inside him, what on earth would he say?

Still, he had to say 'Well done!' didn't he? - for she'd been kind enough to say the same to him, even to compliment him on his slightly crazed version of Cohen's 'I'm your man' (and yes, he always focused on a woman in the room when he sang that, and tonight it had indeed been her, 'If you want a lover I'll do anything you ask me to / And if you want another kind of love I'll wear a mask for you'...Hell, how could he sit through dinner with her, and him thinking these thoughts?)

'Great set!' he said amid the scrum. 'Loved your own stuff. Thanks but...'

He'd hoped to be audible, but easily lost in the crowd. She smiled, though, and said, 'Don't you dare go away! Need to learn that riff from you! Jerry, you buy Paddy a drink for me now ,right?'

And one of the pretty men was at his elbow, and it seemed like there was no escape.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Shadow loved getting on stage and singing along with playing her guitar. She had loved it since she was a child, although had never taken lessons. Tonight, after having Paddy trying to teach her, she realized just how much she could learn from him. So when she went out on stage, she sang her heart out, especially several songs she wrote herself. She also looked out in the audience and saw that Paddy was watching her. She was smiling, enjoying herself, her audience and the anticipation of talking to Paddy after the show.

There was a good crowd and they gave her a lot of applause as she finished her set. She thanked them and told Paddy how great she thought his songs were, but was separated for a short time, signing autographs and talking to her manager, although she did have Jerry buy Paddy a drink and make sure he didn’t leave.

She made the conversation with Dave short and he finally thru up his hands and walked off. She went to where Paddy and Jerry were having there drinks and ordered a Tom Collins, then sat between the two men as they drank there drinks.

“Paddy, is that you’re real name or is it like mine, a stage name?” she asked him, a bit curious. “Mine started not too long after I started singing and realized no one knew who I was under my real name. That’s when Dave, my manager suggested something new that would draw curiosity if nothing else, that was when Shadow was born.”

 

[patrick1]

'That was when Shadow was born,' she was saying

He laughed, sipping deep at his beer. 'We could be a double act. The Shadow and the Darkness.'

'Or the Light,' she offered with a smile.

He didn't respond to that. He was shy to look at her, even though he was so much older, middle-aged where she was young, moulded by life where she was still fresh-faced and eager. They ordered some bar food – he saw her surprise when he wanted vegetarian – and chatted about places they'd played. Jerry stayed with them, but didn't seem to have much to say. Finally while they were chewing on the best the kitchen could offer, with extra cheesy fries on the side, she asked him about his name again.

'Yeh, Paddy. It's not my real name but I've forgotten what that was.' She laughed. There was a little fragment of food on her full upper lip he didn't know how to mention. A lover or even a friend might wipe it away with a forefinger. He looked down at his own food. 'Started off when I first came over here, and I sang a lot of folk songs – this was in Manhattan, Brooklyn, or up in Boston – and people thought I was Irish. I played along with it. So Paddy is fine. How about you? Shadow is a good name to write songs about...'

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“I suppose it could be, but you know it would sure help to have someone to work with me on songs, and singing as well. I’m not so good at the song writing as I am playing the guitar.”

Then she started thinking more about what he suggested, working together. It didn’t mean she would have to all the time, but what if the two of them turned out to be better than themselves alone. The idea was starting to excite her.

“Paddy, why don’t we try to work together, I mean at least give it a try. There’s so much I know you could teach me. We could work on a set together and see how it goes. I have a studio in my home, you could even stay there, it’s a huge house that I received when my parents died. I’ve been slowly renovating it, but the studio is already finished.”

She could see him rather shy away from her and she added, “No promises for either of us, lets just give it a shot, maybe a song or two we get recorded. Who knows where it might go and if it doesn’t work out, well we at least tried. What do you say?”

“Don’t you think you need to ask Dave about this?” Jerry finally asked her.

“Dave isn’t my father, just manager. I do make some of my own decisions.” she said then turned back towards Paddy. “What do you say?”

 

[patrick1]

he'd think better of it in the morning. Or once Dave-isn't-my-father got wind of it. 'Sure thing,' he said with a wry smile for no-one in particular. 'Why don't you take my cell number, give me a call when you want me to come over?'

Until the twelfth of never...

They exchanged numbers. They talked a little more about people they knew, and liked, over-rated singers, under-rated musicians.

She was lovely and it would never happen.

Why was he always so pessimistic?

Because pessimists are realists. Isn't that the way things had turned out for him?

When they parted she kissed him, on the cheek. He closed his eyes because otherwise he knew he'd look too hard. He felt her breasts against him for a moment through his shirt and then she was gone.

*

That night he parked up in the usual place, down by the abandoned warehouses where redevelopment was always just about to happen and nobody bothered him in his camper van except the occasional bored cop.

He drank the rest of the vodka, but slowly, and scribbled a lot of bad verses with 'shadow' in them that he tried to put to music. Like -

Shadow
had no
reason to look
but she looked

- and -

Who's that following me?
Who'd that hollowing out
my heart again
suggesting a new start again>
You're just feeling a little mad, no
Don't look back, she's just a shadow

- and -

Darkness
I could keep you in darkness

...that was when he stopped and went to sleep, when the dark dreams came. But beyond waking a naked woman held him close and he told her how afraid he was.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

For the next several days Shadow was busy with rehearsing as she had singing gigs two nights in a row then she would have a few more days off completely.

As she expected, Dave had gone over the edge when she told him her idea with Paddy. He even threatened to quit as her manager, but she never backed down and finally he relented.

“You want to ruin your career fine, that’s your business, but the first sign of trouble, I’m gone. I mean that Shadow.” Dave had said.

“I’ll take that chance, I think some really good music could develop between Paddy and myself and I’m will to take that chance too.

Thursday night was her last night to sing, so early that after noon she called Paddy.

“Paddy, its Shadow,” she said when he finally answered his phone. “I’m singing downtown tonight at Foxfire Club. After tonight I’ll be off for almost a week. I was wondering if maybe we could get together tomorrow morning at my house, or maybe you’d even come see me sing tonight.”

“Uh, well…I’ll let ya know…” he said, sounding extremely surprised.

“Well, I hope to see you either tonight or tomorrow, please do get back with me. Got to go and rehearse a bit now. Bye”

She was a bit disappointed that he hadn’t answered just yet and wondered why he seemed almost determined not to sing with her.

She rehearsed for another hour or so, then took a hot shower and a power nap. It wasn’t too long and she was up, dressed and at the Foxfire Club.

http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa420/Fantasywriter2011/Carey%20and%20others/Shadow1.jpg

 

[patrick1]

He'd gone up to her place and driven past, then parked two blocks away and walked back.

Some house. He stood in the shade of a tree and just looked for a while.

Then he went back to his camper van, and drove down to the warehouse zone, and had a couple of drinks.

*​

He stood in back at the Foxfire Club, the next night, and watched her. He was trying to focus on her performance but he felt desire getting in the way. He had to get down nearer the front just to be closer, to get a better view. Their eyes met a couple of times – or maybe they didn't – he knew that sometimes people in the crowd thought you were looking just at them, when really the performer saw only a blur, heard little more than a cacophony of reaction.

She did a slow ballad of yearning for home, that he'd picked up on MySpace, and had some ideas for. He made sure he said 'Yes, Shadow!' at the end of that, after the applause had died down, so she'd look his way.

He slipped away during the encore. From his sober home – he poured a few dregs away – he texted her: 'You were terrific at Foxfire. See you tomorrow at ten.'

*​

He was round the corner from her place at 9:55, in clean shirt and jeans, showered at his old friend Janeys, armed with his guitar, an arrangement of Cat Steven's 'Moonshadow' in case the shadow-theme was ok with her, and his ideas for the ballad and for one of her rocking numbers to get them started.

He could still send her a text saying he was ill. The booze shop was open. No gigs for three nights.

No. He drove the last hundred yards, parked cool as you please in the drive of her house behind the snazzy car already there, and made himself smile inside. This was going to be good, yes it was.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Shadow was happy to see that Paddy had come to see here and hoped she would be able to convince him to come to her house. She looked at him every now and then as she sang, and saw his positive reaction to the ballad she had done.

When she was thru with her set for the evening, she looked for him and didn’t see him anywhere. Then Jerry handed her her cell phone and she saw the text message he had left her. Well at least that was a start, she thought to herself, anxiously awaiting his arrival the next day.

The next morning, she was up and did her morning run as she usually did. She came back and showered, then put on a pair of jeans and t-shirt.

“Good morning Betty, what’s for breakfast?” she asked her house maid.

“Pancakes and sausage links, one of your favorites, mam,” Betty replied.

“Oh wonderful, I’m expecting company at 10:00 so would you mind fixing a special lunch for us? Too, I need you to have the extra bedrooms cleaned up, clean sheets, the whole thing. I may be having someone spending the night and I don’t know which room the gentleman would like. I appreciate it.”

Shadow then ate her breakfast, anxiously looking at the clock. It was almost time and she finished up, then poured herself a glass of apple juice. When the door rang, Betty went to answer it.

“I’ll get that,” Shadow said, almost running to the door. She opened it and smiled. “Good morning Paddy, come on in.” she led him downstairs the large studio she had had renovated and it had everything in it.

“Can I get you something to eat, have you had breakfast, or would you like some juice, coffee, anything you’d like, I probably have.”

 

[patrick1]

Paddy had been in some swanky houses in his time. When Aaron -------- had had his heroin overdose he'd stood in on bass for the whole of the ---------s' tour and those guys rented places like this all over the States and Vancouver.

But heck: he'd slipped down the ladder of music since then, it was a long time since he'd been in a place like Shadow's.

So he said yes to juice, and a poached egg served by 'Betty' with some fresh coffee, and he made himself not be awestruck. Sure, sure, maybe that was probably an original early Mondrian on the wall, didn't everybody have one?

It made him like Shadow more though. If she came from a background like this....she didn't let it show with any petty snobberies or fluffy accents. Sure, she thought it was natural for Betty to float around doing stuff for them, but how could she avoid that?

And soon they were down in the studio and she was saying, 'What do you think...?'

With an almost-familiar array of equipment Paddy felt at home down there straight away. 'Tell me,' he said, 'Look, let's take three or four songs you're working on right now, and see if I can't offer some ideas, you play 'em through to me and...'

And time went on a journey all of its own, once they began to play together. Betty came in with coffee and it seemed like they'd only been going a couple of minutes and when she said 'Lunch is ready Ma'am,' which somehow made Paddy want to laugh, surely it couldn't be...?

It was two o'clock already.

Here was something. When Betty came in to announce the meal he'd been crouched behind Shadow, his arms around hers, showing her some fingering. It wasn't the first time he'd done it. It seemed like the only way to touch her, and he wanted to.

'We deserve a break,' said Shadow, 'come on up.'

She took his hand, just in t-shirt and jeans, ahead of him, as they went upstairs.

Don't let this stop. Don't let this go wrong.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Shadow couldn’t believe how fantastic they got along and she really enjoyed his help. Every time he would come behind her and show her the fingering for the guitar, she felt her heart leap, not really understanding why. It was just so exciting to be around someone who was exceptionally talented, whether he thought so or not.

When Betty came down to announce lunch was ready and it was already 2pm, she was shocked the time had gone so quickly. She took his hand and decided they would have lunch on the patio since it was such a beautiful day.
Shadow led him outside and Betty carried the food out to them. She had made chef salads with ham turkey two different cheeses, eggs tomato and lettuce of course. She had also made them each one for her special energy drinks with all natural ingredients, including mango and peach juice.

“I love working with you, Paddy, you’re so talented. I would never have been able to play those tunes they way you made them sound. I would like you to play with me at my next gig. It’s in three days, and I think that’s time enough for us to come up with a show for them. We will be playing at the Round Table and I think this music will go over very well. Don’t say no just yet, think about it. In fact, think about staying here, I do have an extra bedroom and if I’m not mistaken, it’s probably a lot more comfortable then where you have been sleeping. This would give us a lot of time to work on the songs for the show.”

She looked at him, smiling, hoping he would stay, she just had a feeling that the two of them were meant to play together. And she couldn’t deny her excitement or attraction to him either. They sat quietly eating there lunch, which overlooked the nice large pool she had in her backyard along with a hot tub.

 

[patrick1]

An extra bedroom....a lot of time work on the songs for the show...

'Sounds great.'

Paddy smiled, without committing himself. There was the luxury of clean sheets and a bathroom down the corridor.

And there was that feeling of safety in your own nest, however squalid it seemed to others.

But hey -

How he loved the sound of her voice.

How he felt warmed by her smile.

How the shapes she made in the world – bent over the guitar, or just showing a little of her midriff or lower back when she reached for something, or lolling in her chair on the patio – stirred his body.

*

How he liked too – back in the studio – the feeling that the years had not been in vain, even if his time in the glow of the musical sun was past, something in his experience was here, in his mind and his fingers, that he could show another.

And all over again, the time whooshed by in singing and finger-picking and experiments with crazy percussion and laughter and Betty was there again, suggesting dinner – 'No let's just phone for pizza' said Shadow making it sound exotic not humdrum.

And their mutual smiles from the morning had progressed, in the afternoon, to high-fives when something went right, and a comforting hand on the shoulder when something went wrong. Finally, when they were breaking up for the evening and she'd said 'Sing me something you're working on, it's all been me me me, go ahead...' - And he'd sung:

No I'm not broken
I may not have smiled since
your last lies were spoken
I may not have been beguiled
by the smiling eyes of a stranger
since I saw too late the danger
in my heart being so open
but no I'm not broken...

And there was something about the emotions of the day: he found tears in his eyes, and she was moist-eyed too, and she moved to him, and -

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She put her hand on his shoulder and then for no specific reason other than the mood and song had touched her as much as him, she brushed her lips softly across his. Looking deep into his eyes almost as if she could read what he was feeling or thinking, she softly pressed her lips again to his, this time allowing the kiss to linger just a bit.

She breathed in his scent, her lips parting as her tongue ran across his lips, tasting him. It only lasted moments, but felt as if an entire life was in just a kiss.

They were creating a new life, the combination of the two of them putting music together, lyrics together, a sound more unique than them separately.
When the kiss broke she smiled at him, no explanation of the kiss as she knew he would understand.

“That is beautiful and sad all in the same song. You really need to finish that so we can put it in with the other songs we are working on.” she said, soft and sweetly as took his hand and they went into the den.

“What a wonderful first day, why don’t we celebrate sitting in the hot tub with some good brandy I have. If you don’t have a swim suit, a pair of shorts would work, or naked if you prefer,” she said with a wink. “I’m going to go change and tell Betty to bring us out some brandy, I think you’ll like it.”

Shadow slipped away from him, finally letting go of his hand, telling him she would meet him out by the hot tub. She then let Betty know what she wanted before going to her room to put on her bathing suit.

It didn’t take her long to change into her suit, then put a terry cloth robe on and carrying him a robe for when he got out of the tub as well. Of course, he could have said no, he didn’t want to, but she really hadn’t given him much of a chance to do that. The idea of relaxing in the hot tub was always a favorite of hers, and had a good idea it would feel good to him as well.

When she got outside he was already sitting in the hot tub waiting for her. She set his robe on the patio chair, and slipped off her robe before getting into the tub.

http://i1196.photobucket.com/albums/aa420/Fantasywriter2011/Carey%20and%20others/ShadowA.jpg

 

[patrick1]

Or naked if you prefer.

Her kiss lingered all along his nerves as he sat in the hot tub, waiting for her.

When she joined him in there, though, a great splash of body and ripples, he felt desire and shyness, the urge to babble and yet the urge to embrace.

And so he gulped at the brandy but - until it hit - there he was, close to her, talking about transposing one of her melancholy songs from G minor to E. 'There's something in the lower registers of your voice,' he said, 'that you may not recognize, but it's very powerful.'

Erotic, he meant.

And she heard the meaning between the lines and kidded him about it, 'Powerful, eh? What kind of power are we talking?'

He smiled, and took a deeper gulp of brandy, then set it down beside them. 'This power,' he said, and nuzzled her face without kissing her.

'Oh, that,' she said.

'Yes, that,' he said, leaning back to appraise her more. He liked how she looked. 'There's an ee cummings poem,' he always had to have something, a guitar, a shtick, a poem, but here he was, naked in the hot tub with her, 'I've always wanted to set it to music, it's playing in my headnow...'

'Sing it to me,' she said.

'I will, only you have to fondle your own breasts first,' he heard the brandy talking but what the heck...

'I have to...?'

'That's because the poem goes like this,' and he stroked his own face and shoulders, 'I like my body – when it is with your body...It is so quite new a thing...Muscles better and nerves more...'

And he hummed the tango tune to her and she laughed, and then he reached across to stroke her shoulders, continuing the poem as tango, 'I like your body, I like...what it does, I like its hows..I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones...'

And his embrace followed his words, he knew hs eyes would have a glint of humour in them but he meant the words too, he was already a couple of lines ahead of himself in the poem wanting to sing 'I like kissing this and that of you...'

The fullpoem: http://allpoetry.com/poem/8494121-i_like_my_body_when_it_is_with_your-by-E._E._Cummings

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

‘i like kissing this and that of you,’ and he softly kissed along one shoulder of her body and then the other, soft gentle.

She had closed her eyes to hear the words, feeling them inside her as well as his lips on her shoulders. Something was happening between them, had it been just the working together, the molding of two minds producing the harmony of one.

“i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz, of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill, of under me you so quite new’ he continued singing.

His song finished, he was stroking her hair and the smoothness of her face before turning her chin up to meet his lips in a slow lingering kiss.

“You sing beautiful, that should be put to a song, just like you’ve done. It is a beautiful poem, one of a love so very strong.” Her eyes were looking into his, what was she seeing inside them, what where hers telling him.

She had wanted to make music together, that’s why she he was here she told herself, but after all day what had changed. Oh she still wanted them to play and sing together, she knew it was right, it felt right. But what she felt now, the words of a poem stirred more in her when he sung them and touched her. Had he gotten to her heart, she wondered, but wasn’t sure. She just knew what was beginning with them was something that was meant to be, the total merger of both there music and souls.

Shadow moved closer to him, she ran her fingers gently over his shoulders, his face, and his neck, then his lips. Dare she run them down his chest, but she felt her fingers raking gently down his chest before any answer came to her.

 

[patrick1]

Under me you so quite new.

Her fingers raking down his chest.

He heard obscenities in his head all of a sudden.

Desire, that was what sent 'fuck' echoing around his skull amid all the beauty, the beauty of her.

Oh, and she was lovely, her skin was satin, satin...

...even as he took hold of the wrist of her caressing right hand and pulled it behind her, in the swirling water, feeling a violence in him, even then his legs moved against her legs and she was satin, satin, against his ugliness...

Under me you so quite new.

That was what he wanted, he'd felt something in her move with something in him as they'd sung and played and laughed but now that had transfigured itself into something more elemental. He felt for her free left hand, grabbed her wrist, pulled it behind her to join her right, her two wrists in his one hand so with his free right hand he could, she was helpless and he could...

...caress her, yes, each of her nipples, kiss her yes, in the swirling water, possess her yes, keep the danger in him at bay with something like tenderness (his thumb and forefinger just squeezing her left nipple, a little harder than he intended, that surge in him)...

Under me you quite so new.

I want you. Your body singing to me.

His prick pushing against her pubic mound.

Under me you quite so new. So fucking new.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

As he brought first one wrist and held it there she looked into his eyes, searching. When he brought the other wrist behind her back and held them both with one hand, rendering her helpless, if she wanted to be…that was it…if she wanted to be…

Shadow looked deeper into his eyes, sometimes afraid at what she saw, other times knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

His fingers on her skin, almost burned, the feeling so hot and arousing. When he squeezed her left nipple, she gasped a bit from the pain and again looked into his eyes, her own eyes laydan with arousal, trust.

I’m trusting you by letting you hold me this way, this is my choice, trust me…my choice….trust me…

Those words echoed in her mind as she felt her legs open in the water, felt his member pushing against her mound.

Her eyes looked down into the water and then back up at him, each time she looked at him, she saw a man, a handsome man with so much talent, a soft hearted man that wouldn’t hurt her. And her eyes told him this, they showed the trust, the fearlessness, and the desire for him.

I’m trusting you to hold me helpless against you, I’m trusting you because I choose to…go slow…please go slow and trust me…

 

[patrick1]

Out of the whirring water they were like dolphins on dry land, awkward on the unfamiliar hard stone, but he needed that – that was why he'd suddenly broken free and pulled her up and into his embrace...

...because in the tub he'd felt her looking at him, with her arms pinned behind her in his one hand, and he'd felt his excitement grow when he squeezed harder and felt, not just in his mind but in his free hand and all along the sinews and muscles of his free right arm – I could hurt her if I wanted to.

And then he wasn't the man, and she wasn't the woman, who'd been singing to each other, even though their slithery sensuous bodies were the same...

But now, a little chilled and lying touching her, caressing her body on the hard patio floor, it was them again, the singers, and -

Under me you quite so new.

Why not? Why shouldn't he be the 'you'?

So he rolled them until she was on top of him. Her body against his was ecstasy itself. 'Fuck me,' he said to her, and even though in his mind's eye he grabbed both her wrists again and held them behind her, no he didn't do that in life, he caressed her back and buttocks and kissed her...

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

It all happened like in a dream, first in the hot tub, next rolling on the patio floor where she found herself on top of him, smiling down at him. Her hand brushed the stray hairs from his face gently and ran along his cheek.

“Fuck me,” the only words she heard and with her knees already straddling him she reached down and guided his stiff member to her slippery sex.

She slowly slid down on him, her pussy tight against his swollen member, she moaned softly as she sat completely down and impaled herself on him. Then without another word, she slipped her hands behind, gripping his thighs and stared rolling her hips and rocking on his cock. The front of her body exposed freely to him.

“Damn you feel so good….” she whispered as she kept a slow steady pace.

 

[patrick1]

They were singers weren't they​?

He heard himself humming a note to her. A, an A.

And his left palm just rested against her right nipple.

And his right hand took both her right hands, and put it at the place where her pubic mound met his bone.

And then his right palm just touched her left nipple, and his hands began to circle.

And he sang, the A.

'Sing to me, Shadow.' He was having to focus on not coming. 'Just a note: harmonize. Squeeze my prick when...'

She would understand. Words were beginning to fail him. But his note continued, as hers answered...

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

She was surprised he was singing the A while he touched her body as she rocked steady on his cock. When he brought her hands and placed them between her legs at her mound, she sang the note he asked for, harmonizing with him as they continued to make love.

Everytime she thought he was going to cum, she squeezed his cock, singing a note in a lower pitch, still blending with his.

Soon she felt those stirrings inside her beginning to boil over and she started fucking him with much more vigor. Her hands went to his shoulders and she was bouncing almost frantically on swollen cock. The cheeks of her ass making slapping noises as the came down each time. They both still harmonizing as they were nearing the edge of a new euphoria for both of them.

 

[patrick1]

And then, at the last, even the music dissolved into more animal sounds, strangely harmonious but not easily written on any stave or played on any instrument other than the human body, writhing, as he and she cum, as the singers sing...