I've Got You On My Mind (2/4)
Tittle: I've Got You On My Mind
POV: First (Burton's)
Pairing(s): Eicca/Burton
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
A/N: My first Eicca/Burton fic.
I thank lindtti for the insparation to write this pairing...
I pulled the car to a stop outside Eicca’s apartment block. Ville had told me to go to Eicca’s apartment for dinner. Exiting the car, I drew my coat tighter about my body. All these years I’d lived in Helsinki, and I still wasn’t used to the freezing conditions of Finnish winters. I could see my breath rise in little clouds in front of me as I pushed the buzzer. Eicca’s cheerful voice crackled through the speaker.
“Yes?”
“Hei,” I replied.
“Burton!” I could hear the soft smile in his voice as he buzzed me in.
The apartment building was considerably warmer than outside; the building’s maintenance workers had obviously come by and fired up the central heating system.
I shrugged off my coat and pressed the ‘up’ button on the elevators. The doors opened and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the second floor almost immediately. The doors closed and the elevator’s mechanism started up.
The walls of the elevator acted as full-length mirrors, so I turned to make sure I looked presentable.
My long dark-brown hair was thrown over my shoulders; I couldn’t bring myself to tie it back. The soft plain black cashmere vest I wore over the plain back button-down shirt Ville had lent me kept me at the right temperature. And my low riding, black, hipster, bell-bottom jeans covered almost all of my boots.
All in all, I looked all right.
The elevator pinged, and I wandered out, turning to the left, starting down the corridor.
As I neared Eicca’s apartment beautifully dark music floated towards me.
I closed my eyes and leant against the nearby wall as I heard Eicca’s unmistakable cello playing. I listen quietly for a few moments before figuring out that he was playing Cohkka.
Smiling softly, I let the music wash over me for four and a half minutes before moving to his apartment door. I knocked gently and I heard him lock his cello in its case before scrambling to get the door.
“Hey, you,” He smiled when he opened the door. “Come in.”
I grinned shyly at him and stepped inside the apartment.
“What’s the weather doing?” He asked, placing the kettle on the stove and lighting the gas.
“Freezing as usual,” I replied, sitting on his couch. I could see the sheet music he had been reading off, sitting on a music stand nearby.
I heard him chuckle and the kettle whistled.
“Tea or coffee?” He called from the kitchen.
“Coffee, please,” I answered, picking up the sheet music and looking at it. It was all in lower octave treble clef. It looked extremely complicated. That wasn’t to say I couldn’t read it, quite the reverse, actually.
I was so absorbed in the music, that I didn’t notice him come into the room.
“Hey, great pianist, there’s your coffee,” his musical voice startled me. Looking up from the sheets in my hands, I smiled sheepishly at him.
“I heard you playing this earlier,” I said, setting the papers on the coffee table and picking up the mug of coffee.
“What did you think?”
“Beautiful…” I whispered, and I wasn't just talking about the music.
POV: First (Burton's)
Pairing(s): Eicca/Burton
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened.
A/N: My first Eicca/Burton fic.
I thank lindtti for the insparation to write this pairing...
I pulled the car to a stop outside Eicca’s apartment block. Ville had told me to go to Eicca’s apartment for dinner. Exiting the car, I drew my coat tighter about my body. All these years I’d lived in Helsinki, and I still wasn’t used to the freezing conditions of Finnish winters. I could see my breath rise in little clouds in front of me as I pushed the buzzer. Eicca’s cheerful voice crackled through the speaker.
“Yes?”
“Hei,” I replied.
“Burton!” I could hear the soft smile in his voice as he buzzed me in.
The apartment building was considerably warmer than outside; the building’s maintenance workers had obviously come by and fired up the central heating system.
I shrugged off my coat and pressed the ‘up’ button on the elevators. The doors opened and I stepped inside, pressing the button for the second floor almost immediately. The doors closed and the elevator’s mechanism started up.
The walls of the elevator acted as full-length mirrors, so I turned to make sure I looked presentable.
My long dark-brown hair was thrown over my shoulders; I couldn’t bring myself to tie it back. The soft plain black cashmere vest I wore over the plain back button-down shirt Ville had lent me kept me at the right temperature. And my low riding, black, hipster, bell-bottom jeans covered almost all of my boots.
All in all, I looked all right.
The elevator pinged, and I wandered out, turning to the left, starting down the corridor.
As I neared Eicca’s apartment beautifully dark music floated towards me.
I closed my eyes and leant against the nearby wall as I heard Eicca’s unmistakable cello playing. I listen quietly for a few moments before figuring out that he was playing Cohkka.
Smiling softly, I let the music wash over me for four and a half minutes before moving to his apartment door. I knocked gently and I heard him lock his cello in its case before scrambling to get the door.
“Hey, you,” He smiled when he opened the door. “Come in.”
I grinned shyly at him and stepped inside the apartment.
“What’s the weather doing?” He asked, placing the kettle on the stove and lighting the gas.
“Freezing as usual,” I replied, sitting on his couch. I could see the sheet music he had been reading off, sitting on a music stand nearby.
I heard him chuckle and the kettle whistled.
“Tea or coffee?” He called from the kitchen.
“Coffee, please,” I answered, picking up the sheet music and looking at it. It was all in lower octave treble clef. It looked extremely complicated. That wasn’t to say I couldn’t read it, quite the reverse, actually.
I was so absorbed in the music, that I didn’t notice him come into the room.
“Hey, great pianist, there’s your coffee,” his musical voice startled me. Looking up from the sheets in my hands, I smiled sheepishly at him.
“I heard you playing this earlier,” I said, setting the papers on the coffee table and picking up the mug of coffee.
“What did you think?”
“Beautiful…” I whispered, and I wasn't just talking about the music.