Martini Kisses (epistolary) ✔️

n a r r a t i v e 🔞

R18. Not as detailed, but minors KEEP OUT.

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part 1

Kai finds her at the mini library, her back turned to him as she stared at the white grand piano now occupying the huge space by the window.

She's been here for a while, he can tell. She's stripped down, only wearing an oversized white button-up that he knows belongs to him, her milky legs exposed for his eyes to feast on.

His gaze drops on her exposed left shoulder blade when he approaches her. Arms snaking around her waist, he plants a kiss on her neck. He feels her take a deep breath.

"Why are you looking at it like that?" he mumbles.

"Kelan pa dumating 'to?"

"Two days ago."

Her hands fall on top of his. "Why did you buy this? Be honest with me."

"I saw how you looked at it," he says. "It belongs to you."

"Sayang naman. No one will use it here."

"Ako," he answers promptly. "I'll use it. Teach me."

Milly's breath hitches, and then she's turning to him, her eyes wide with surprise, searching his. "Do you really mean that? Do you really wanna know how to play?"

There's something different in the way she asked that, but he doesn't know what.

He nods, leaning down to brush his lips against her. "Yeah. Take me to your world. Help me understand."

She softens, reacting to his advances right away, and chases his mouth for a deeper kiss. "I'll teach you," she breathes across his lips. "But only you will play. Okay?"

He agrees. Milly takes her place and settles on the stool, leaving enough space to fit the two of them.

"Sit with me."

"Don't you want to get clothed first? You're going to distract me if we'll do this while you're wearing that?" he says, sitting beside her while his eyes dart down to the alabaster skin of her thighs.

He fights the urge to run a hand across it.

"Sorry 'di na 'ko nagpaalam. I feel more comfortable wearing this than my own. Plus, it's easier to remove later. Try to focus na lang," she says with a laugh. "Do you have any idea how to play this or is this your first time talaga?"

"Wala. Wala akong alam kahit ano."

His eyes are still on her thighs, and how they look soft and small next to his own. Maybe even smaller under his rough hands.

Milly slides her fingers into his, getting his attention. His eyes flicker back up to her face.

Her eyes crinkling in amusement. Like she knows his struggle.

"I won't be able to teach you much ha, 'cause I don't really wanna waste our time learning this when we can be on your bed doing better things."

This woman.

He nips her neck before saying, "Don't worry about that. I can go straight to work from here. May gamit na 'ko dito."

"You won't be getting much sleep though."

"I'll live."

"Alright, then," she answers. "Watch me closely. I'll show you the proper posture. Pay attention to my wrists and fingers because you'll need to develop good posture to develop good technique later on."