There's No Way

Piano Man

[Smut Warning]

[Shawn's POV]

"H-holy shit..." she moaned as I continued my effort to taste as much of her as I could. "Fuck...th-that feels so good baby," she whimpered as she arched her back up off of the mattress. I took advantage of the new angle she was giving me, slipping my fingers in between her wet folds and beginning to slowly pump them in and out of her, my fingers slightly curling in an effort to hit all of the spots that I knew would make her see stars. I leaned in a blew a puff of cool air against her clit, causing her to gasp and buck her hips up. The cool sensation was quickly replaced with my lips gently sucking the hardened nub into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. She was a mess of needy moans and incoherent slurs of expletives. Every now and then I would get rewarded with a gasp of my name falling from her lips, which only encouraged me more. I knew she was just seconds away from her orgasm and I couldn't wait. Nothing drove me wild more than seeing how she fell apart under me when she came. He legs began to shake and I couldn't help but smile in anticipation as she began to topple over the edge of her high. Three of the words that spilled out of her mouth as she came undone caught my attention.

"Fuck me, baby..."

I happily obliged, standing to my feet and sliding my rock hard member into her. She gasped at the newfound fullness while I grunted at the tight wetness. My thrusts were sloppy and erratic, but neither of us cared. We both chased our highs until I was collapsed on top of her, both of us panting messes.

"We're good at that," she said nonchalantly, her breathing still unsteady from her climax.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Really good at that." I plopped my exhausted body down next to her on the mattress. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone to check the time. 9:02 am.

"Well...what should we do with the rest of our Saturday?" I asked. She just laughed and shook her head.

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[Camila's POV]

After our morning romp in the sheets and a very steamy shower together, we decided we should probably do something a little more productive with our weekend. Currently, Shawn was pulling dishes out of the dishwasher and handing them to me so I could put them away in the proper cabinet. He handed me a coffee mug and I turned to open the cupboard that held the large variety of drink-ware we owned. I set the mug down on the shelf, but not without two tiny glasses in the back catching my eye. I smiled at the memories those glasses held as I picked them up.

"Uh, babe?" Shawn questioned as he eyed the two shot glasses in my hands. "Morning sex I can get down with, but morning shots might be a bit much - don't you think?"

I snorted and shook my head.

"It's not that it's just – they brought back some memories," I quipped. Shawn shot me a look, telling me he knew exactly what memories I was referring to.

"Memories...and lack thereof," he corrected me.

"Yeah, I guess that's a better way to put it," I chuckled. "Do you ever wish that you could remember what happened that night? I mean...everything that happened that night?" I asked curiously. He let out a thoughtful sigh.

"Yes and no...I mean, part of me wishes I could remember just because...knowing us, it was probably so hot," he said wiggling his eyebrows at me. I just laughed and shook my head, though I couldn't deny that he was probably right. "...but I'm glad things happened the way that they happened. I mean, if either of us remembered the things that happened between us that night there's a large possibility things would've been awkward and weird between us after that. I don't like the idea of us potentially distancing ourselves from each other just because of one passionate, tequila-induced night."

"I remember playing for you," I said quietly. Shawn looked at me with his brows furrowed, not fully believing that I would've played for him.

"The piano? You played for me...on your piano?" he questioned. I nodded.

"I don't know why, I never play for anyone – you know that. But that night, I played for you. I don't remember why but I remember feeling comfortable doing it," I said with a sigh.

"Maybe the tequila just makes you extra brave," he said with a grin.

"Maybe, or maybe my subconscious knew that I could trust you."

"I think I like that option better," Shawn added as a soft smile crept up onto his lips.

"You promised to teach me how to play Piano Man," I added, smiling wide at the recalled memory. "To be fair, you tried to teach me right then but apparently I'm not a good student when I'm drunk." He laughed.

"Well, I guess now we have something to do today." He put the last few dishes in the cupboard next to the fridge before reaching his hand out to me. I happily grabbed it as he pulled me up to the attic with him.

Shawn sat down on the piano bench and patted the spot next to him, motioning for me to join him. I walked over and sat down on the empty side of the bench as he cracked his knuckles.

"I haven't done this in...a long time, so I might be a little rusty," he admitted as his fingers hovered over the keys. "Here's hoping muscle memory is a real thing," he mumbled as he began to slowly play the chorus of Piano Man. His fingers paused after he finished the chorus.

"How did you learn that?" I asked curiously.

"My parents put me in piano lessons when I was pretty young. It never came super naturally to me but I did enjoy this song. I always tended to gravitate towards guitar, personally." As soon as he finished his sentence his hands were on my hips, pulling me to sit on his lap with my back pressed against his chest. He picked my hands up and gently placed them on the keys while his rested over mine. He began to move my hands with his, guiding my fingers over the keys as he played the song. Our combined hands danced over the keys as the familiar melody poured out into the small attic. I felt his lips attach to my shoulder blade as the song came to an end.

"See? It's pretty easy," Shawn whispered as he detached his lips from my skin.

"If this is how your piano teacher taught you I might have to have a word or two wither her," I remarked eliciting a hearty chuckle from the tall brunette situated behind me.

"It wasn't quite like this," he responded with a smile. My fingers continued to dance lazily over the keys as I smiled down at them. "This is nice," he whispered.

"What is?" I questioned.

"Usually when I see you play it's because you're upset and trying to work through something; in those cases, you seem sad when you play – as if you're not playing because you want to but because you feel like it's your only option. But watching you play now..." he paused, his breath catching in his throat. "I don't know, you seem happy. You're smiling. I like seeing you smile...especially when you play," he admitted.

"Not every song is a sad song, Shawn." He eyed me curiously. "Wanna hear the song I made after our first official date?" His eyebrows rose in a mixture of shock, anticipation and curiosity.

"I would love to," he said shyly. My fingers once again began dancing over the black and ivory keys. It was one of my favorite melodies I had ever written, which I guess made sense considering it was inspired by one of my favorite memories ever made. This song was much different than the ones he had heard previously. It was light and cheerful; a firm contrast compared to the dark and somber songs he had heard from me up to that point. The song finished and I looked over to him for his reaction. His eyes were glued to me, the sparkle in them a tad more evident now than they had been earlier. His lips were turned up into a grin of pure happiness.

"I think that one's my favorite," he stated. I nodded and pressed a kiss to his lips before responding.

"Yeah? Mine too."

A/N: A little smut, a little fluff. The best of both worlds! (RIP Hannah Montana)