Private Concert
AN: Wow - it’s been awhile since I wrote anything not V/K and here we are at R/J. Let's pretend this is a honeymoon gift for the BAMF. ;)
When? AU modern
Who? R/J
Rating? Mish and included image is more or less NSFW.
Private Concert
“You’re sure about this?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
“I still don’t know why you…”
“Don’t you get it yet, sweetheart? Everything about you interests me.”
“And playing cello is one of those things?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
“In your youth, you were apparently a rather decent cellist. First chair, All City.”
In response, Rei rolls her eyes and says, “I hate that you can look up everything about me.”
“Why did you stop?”
Rei looks out the window of the Park Avenue apartment and does not respond.
“Not cool enough for your crowd?” Surprisingly, Jack sees that she is crying and rushes to her side, holding her close. “What is it?”
“She always wanted me to play.”
Jack sorts through the mental index of what he knows about the young woman wrapped in his arms and asks, “Your mother?”
“Yes. One year, it was the eve of her death…I just couldn’t any more.”
“I’m so sorry for asking you.”
“I thought I was past the memory.”
“Then don’t worry about it. Let’s go out, get some air, okay?”
A few days later, Jack enters the apartment and is surprised to find candles glowing, lighting the space. The coffee table is cleared away and in its place, a music stand. A large black case rests in the corner.
“Rei?”
“Sit down,” she says from the adjacent bedroom.
“Are you sure?”
“I am.”
As he settles in, Jack had no idea what to expect. She steps out a few minutes later, in a short black dress she knows he likes. The cello is in her left hand; her right holds the bow. Nodding to the stand, she announces, “This evening I’m going to play Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G major.”
“Really?”
“I need to create a new memory and quite honestly, I miss playing.”
“I wouldn’t force you to…”
“I know you wouldn’t.”
Without a word, she sits on the chair, gracefully placing the endpin into the ground and resting the instrument across herself. With a quick stroke across the strings to tune, she begins the short piece. He is swept up in the melody - a familiar one she had no doubt picked out based on its popularity, allowing him access to enjoy the music. Still, noting the concentration in her amethyst stare, the nimble fingers as they moved over the instrument and the… He hadn’t noticed the dress, well, of course, he had noticed the frock - he has a lot of great memories associated with it. Has she worn it on purpose? Why would she choose such a short dress to perform in? The white lace peeks out, taunting him - calling attention to the smooth curves of her legs. Suddenly uncomfortable, he moves his legs to allow other parts of himself greater freedom and relief.
Finishing the short piece, she looks up and asks, “Your thoughts?”
Realizing what's going in his very active imagination will undoubtedly lead to a damaged instrument and an angry girlfriend, he chooses his words carefully, “Lovely.”
Smirking, she gently places the cello on the ground, tucking the bow on top and crosses her legs. She asks, “The music or my lingerie?”
“Hell, Rei, you can’t make me answer that.”
Smiling, she walks over and straddles the young man on the couch. Taking his hands in hers, she places them on either side of her waist and asks, "Are you going to help me with this new memory, or not?"
Before he can mumble anything to the affirmative, her lips on his and his fingers begin seeking out the enticing white lace.
When? AU modern
Who? R/J
Rating? Mish and included image is more or less NSFW.
Private Concert
“You’re sure about this?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
“I still don’t know why you…”
“Don’t you get it yet, sweetheart? Everything about you interests me.”
“And playing cello is one of those things?”
“Yes.”
“Fine.”
“In your youth, you were apparently a rather decent cellist. First chair, All City.”
In response, Rei rolls her eyes and says, “I hate that you can look up everything about me.”
“Why did you stop?”
Rei looks out the window of the Park Avenue apartment and does not respond.
“Not cool enough for your crowd?” Surprisingly, Jack sees that she is crying and rushes to her side, holding her close. “What is it?”
“She always wanted me to play.”
Jack sorts through the mental index of what he knows about the young woman wrapped in his arms and asks, “Your mother?”
“Yes. One year, it was the eve of her death…I just couldn’t any more.”
“I’m so sorry for asking you.”
“I thought I was past the memory.”
“Then don’t worry about it. Let’s go out, get some air, okay?”
A few days later, Jack enters the apartment and is surprised to find candles glowing, lighting the space. The coffee table is cleared away and in its place, a music stand. A large black case rests in the corner.
“Rei?”
“Sit down,” she says from the adjacent bedroom.
“Are you sure?”
“I am.”
As he settles in, Jack had no idea what to expect. She steps out a few minutes later, in a short black dress she knows he likes. The cello is in her left hand; her right holds the bow. Nodding to the stand, she announces, “This evening I’m going to play Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G major.”
“Really?”
“I need to create a new memory and quite honestly, I miss playing.”
“I wouldn’t force you to…”
“I know you wouldn’t.”
Without a word, she sits on the chair, gracefully placing the endpin into the ground and resting the instrument across herself. With a quick stroke across the strings to tune, she begins the short piece. He is swept up in the melody - a familiar one she had no doubt picked out based on its popularity, allowing him access to enjoy the music. Still, noting the concentration in her amethyst stare, the nimble fingers as they moved over the instrument and the… He hadn’t noticed the dress, well, of course, he had noticed the frock - he has a lot of great memories associated with it. Has she worn it on purpose? Why would she choose such a short dress to perform in? The white lace peeks out, taunting him - calling attention to the smooth curves of her legs. Suddenly uncomfortable, he moves his legs to allow other parts of himself greater freedom and relief.
Finishing the short piece, she looks up and asks, “Your thoughts?”
Realizing what's going in his very active imagination will undoubtedly lead to a damaged instrument and an angry girlfriend, he chooses his words carefully, “Lovely.”
Smirking, she gently places the cello on the ground, tucking the bow on top and crosses her legs. She asks, “The music or my lingerie?”
“Hell, Rei, you can’t make me answer that.”
Smiling, she walks over and straddles the young man on the couch. Taking his hands in hers, she places them on either side of her waist and asks, "Are you going to help me with this new memory, or not?"
Before he can mumble anything to the affirmative, her lips on his and his fingers begin seeking out the enticing white lace.