You loving me is my biggest flex ~Part 2

24.

"Play with me?" She asked and smiled at him, the cold drink in her hand grounding her. The consendating water dribbled down the brim and slid down the glass.
In the corner of the bar, in which Barry worked part-time, stood a beautiful piano. The rest of the guests mainly stood at the bar so the back of room those two sat in was mostly empty.
The sound of the music playing in the background.
They put down their drinks while Grisu looked at the big black wood.
It was a beautiful instrument.
"Sure," he answered and gripped her hips.
"Or are you too tired from your concert just now?"
"Nah. I promised you a wonderful night. That's part of it if you want it."
Aresu smiled and silence filled their own world.
"I want it."

(Song: I wanna be yours~Arctic Monkeys)
Listen to the song and imagine:
You sit down on the piano chair, hands on the cool keys, but when you want to press down, a warm hand places itself over you.
Fingers touch yours silently, carefully—almost too shy to truly feel your presence. And then you begin to play, while a soft body is pressed against your back, supporting you, steadying you.
You close your eyes.
And your fingers move over the keys, creating a wonderful atmosphere, making you drown and swim in the world you now create with you most beloved soul.
People are watching you, but you don't care. The music from the jukeboxes fades into the background, their chatters drowning in a sea of rhythm and love.
His fingers touch yours ever so slightly, being soft and warm in contrast to the cold and slippery surface of the keys.
You feel his lips against your neck, you feel his kisses, his whispers, his breath near to your ears. You are aware of every tension, every slight touch. And every part of you that is in contact with his body burns due to an untamable fire. But that fire does not kill, instead it rises, lives, awakens.
And you are hyper-focused on every little movement of his. He's like a drug, the music is like a trance, his lips are pure salvation.
Your fingers begin to tumble around, before you bent your neck to place a soft kiss on his lips.

The water droplets of their glasses created little puddles on the table, the water reflecting in the golden light.
The pub was getting louder, the juke-boxes playing loudly in the background. More people entering the dim lighted room.
"That was beautiful," he whispered, lips brushing her ear.
"Yes."
Her lips once again found his, the warm alcohol in her stomach making her movements sluggish and greedy.
"You're needy..." Rafe said and grinned widely.
"Seeing you on the stage impressed me," Aresu exclaimed, opening her legs a little. A small movement, too small for the guests of the pub to see, too big to not be noticed by Rafe.

His hands traveled down her waist as he grabbed her tighter.
She was pulled closer, curved her back aesthetically and kissed him again.
"The others might see—"
"Then let them. They shall know that I'm yours."
Her hands caressed his back, stroking up and down the tank-top, nails scratching his bare shoulders calmingly.
But for him, her movements woke his slumbering fire, lit it up, teased it, tickled it to come out.
And it came.
Rafe's kisses deepened, his tongue colliding with hers. Sweet heat crawled through their touch, setting in her veins, flowing like untamable rivers.
And those rivers were eager to rule her whole body. To take it all... to feel it all.
And the river won.
Not that it crashed against some serious resistance.
Aresu's hands touched his short hair, caressed his scalp, her legs opened a little wider.
And Rafe suddenly pulled back. His greedy eyes looked at her in amusement.

"Come with me," he took her hand in his, went to the counter and pushed open the saloon-doors to get behind it.
"Where are we going?" Aresu asked, aware of all the people that looked at them bewildered.
"You'll see."
Barry looked at them with his eyebrows raised high.
"Hi, Barry!" Aresu laughed, being dragged by Rafe to the staff-room right behind the counter. Only another saloon-door seperated the two places.
"Whoa Rafe, my man, don't destroy anything. My boss is gonna kill me... be proper!"
"Will be!" He said but grinned.
A grin that said: I'm lying bitch.
And Barry sighed out loud.
He'd have to clean behind them... yeahh!
He just hoped that they'd be silent... whatever the unholy hell they wanted to do in the staff room.
Unholy was in fact a good way to describe their intentions...