Classic Rock Imagines

Rick Wright #2

"Okay, I've got it this time, I swear," you said as you focused intently on the keys of a grand piano.

Rick stifled a laugh as he watched your eyes widen as you started to get tripped up.

He squeezed his eyes shut when you let out a ridiculous scream of frustration when you pressed down on the wrong chord yet again.

"I don't understand, why can't I do this, I used to be good at this," you said as you rubbed your hands over your face and into your hair.

Rick stood up, "Scoot over," he said as he moved to sit next to you on the not so roomy bench that sat in front of his piano.

"Now, I know how frustrating this instrument can be, and believe me I know it's even worse trying to force a tune out of your head and onto it," he said in his soft spoken way, "but, I've found that the key is to let your mind go, or wander if you will."

You turned to him and furrowed your brow so he would continue.

He chuckled and reached up to brush your hair behind your ear, "Think of it like this," he said as his fingers caressed the skin of your cheek, making your eyes close in satisfaction.

"Don't focus so much, instead, feel it. Feel it, like you feel my fingers on your skin, or," he said as he moved his hand from your face and let it find your thigh, "how you'd touch me if you could right now."

You opened your eyes and smirked, but he kept his eyes on you, waiting for you to understand. Rick was very passionate about music and even more so about explaining it, so despite how badly you wanted to touch him now, you knew he was too good of a teacher to be distracted.

"See," he said, noticing the gleam of desire in your eyes, "now put those thoughts, feelings and desires onto these keys. Play them like I know you want to play me right at this moment."

This was torture but you knew you'd have to get through this song to get to him. So you played and to your surprise, the song had never sounded better. Rick watched your hands glide across the keys in the gentlest, most longing way, reading your mind as he listened to your song. He felt himself longing to touch you now too, and laughed as his own plight.

You drew out the last couple of notes, not wanting to rush the ending and smirked when you felt Rick's heavy gaze on you. You turned your head and opened your mouth to speak, but before you could, his lips were on yours and unlike your hands on the keys, he moved fast as if he had been hungry for you as long as he lived. He lifted you up onto the piano, causing loud, dissonant notes to ring out through the room.

You laughed and lifted your head back as he hurriedly kissed along your jaw and neck, "If only I was good enough at this damn thing to do that everyday."

He chuckled, his hot breath billowing across your skin, "Darling, we'd never get anything done if you did that every day," he whispered in your ear before he lifted you up and carried you off to the bedroom with you giggling the whole way.

I was way to inspired to do this after struggling all day yesterday coming up with keyboard parts for a new song the bands working on recording. It was worth it in the end, but I'm sure my family wanted to kill me after listening to the same riff for hours upon hoursss. If only Rick was there to help me out😝 anyway, hope you enjoyed this one, more to come. 💕