murdoc x reader

part 46

The room was huge. It had a small recording studio, keyboards, a piano, guitars, bongos, and various other instruments. On one side of the room, the wall was simply a huge window. And to your surprise, it was clean.

You walked in, Murdoc closing the door behind you. "Wow," You ran your fingers over the top of the piano key cover. "Did you buy all of this?" You looked back at Murdoc.

With his hands in his back pockets, he chuckled. "Of course I did, hon. I was able ta afford all of this rubbish after our... er my... last album." You rolled your eyes and nodded.

You turned back away from him and walked to the guitar rack. You still couldn't believe how much you had fallen for him. Even now, looking at him gave you butterflies.

You missed his lips against yours.
You missed his fingers tangled with yours.
You missed looking at the sea air blow his bangs.
You missed sitting in the car as he drove down the lit up freeway at two in the morning.

But that was over now. He was obviously a very different person. And... you were too.

As you were about to take a beautiful burgundy bass from the rack, Murdoc stopped you by calling your name sternly. "I brought'cha up 'ere to learn a song. Not play on ma' guitars." He groaned. You pursed your lips, narrowed your eyes, and nodded slowly. "Then let's sit down." He stood for a moment, baffled by your immediate dominance. He raised his eyebrows and proceeded to lead you to a black leather couch away from the guitars, facing the beautiful glass windows you kind of didn't want to look out of. You exhaled sharply through your nose, knowing you would have to eventually look out at the large sea you were lost at.

You followed him to the couch, running your fingers gently over the dusty piano top. You wiped your index finger off on your thigh and took a seat next to him, a good distance away from him. You sighed and shook his head. "'Ere, then." He passed the lyrics to you. You skimmed over them and bit your bottom lip. "When do you need me to know the words." It was a statement, not a question. Questions seemed too nice to use on this asshole. "A day."

You nearly choked on your breath. "A fuckin bloody day?" You repeated, glaring at the paper. He chuckled and licked his lips. Working with this man again, was going to be very hard.