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They always wound up this way.
At one point, they were a part of the band. The sound of jazz filled the room, the air light as he accompanied her through her song. The sounds hung upon the walls as the music reverbrated throughout the empty room. It had to be the only explanation.
They weren't playing now.
It always wound up this way.
The performance was great, but it would wind up with the usual. The two would meet eyes, red upon green as his hand took hers, and they were swept away in the music. It played on as their lips met, their tongues dancing to the beat of the rhythm as they slowdanced atop the piano. Her thigh brushed against his hip and she let out another note. Those talented fingers of his were at work themselves, feeling her along with the rest of his body.
They were entwined with the neverending music. It was as if they were in two places at once. Making both music and love in a symphony of emotion, her voice reaching higher notes while her hands gripped onto whatever they could to keep her steady. His resonance with her voice and her actions spurring him onto continue, adding into the chorus as he felt her fingers rake at his back, seeing her shudder and writhe ontop of the surface of the instrument underneath them. The air in the room seemed to grow thinner between the two as the notes climbed higher and higher before rising to a crescendo, her body sinking back as his moved to match hers.
The sound of jazz continued to fill the air as their lips met again. His eyes opened to see her, that beautiful face he had grown accostumed to. Those green eyes looking back at her. All it took was one blink of his eyes, and it turned monochrome. She was fading, and it seemed as if he was drifting further away from what brought them together.
It always wound up this way, as he opened his eyes, the monochrome world still there while he searches for those green eyes again.
At one point, they were a part of the band. The sound of jazz filled the room, the air light as he accompanied her through her song. The sounds hung upon the walls as the music reverbrated throughout the empty room. It had to be the only explanation.
They weren't playing now.
It always wound up this way.
The performance was great, but it would wind up with the usual. The two would meet eyes, red upon green as his hand took hers, and they were swept away in the music. It played on as their lips met, their tongues dancing to the beat of the rhythm as they slowdanced atop the piano. Her thigh brushed against his hip and she let out another note. Those talented fingers of his were at work themselves, feeling her along with the rest of his body.
They were entwined with the neverending music. It was as if they were in two places at once. Making both music and love in a symphony of emotion, her voice reaching higher notes while her hands gripped onto whatever they could to keep her steady. His resonance with her voice and her actions spurring him onto continue, adding into the chorus as he felt her fingers rake at his back, seeing her shudder and writhe ontop of the surface of the instrument underneath them. The air in the room seemed to grow thinner between the two as the notes climbed higher and higher before rising to a crescendo, her body sinking back as his moved to match hers.
The sound of jazz continued to fill the air as their lips met again. His eyes opened to see her, that beautiful face he had grown accostumed to. Those green eyes looking back at her. All it took was one blink of his eyes, and it turned monochrome. She was fading, and it seemed as if he was drifting further away from what brought them together.
It always wound up this way, as he opened his eyes, the monochrome world still there while he searches for those green eyes again.