Peter: Is it love - The original story (Game walk through)

Chapter two part six

Peter gets up and positions himself behind me. I stop breathing, my heart is beating fast. What's he got in store? I don't know what he has in mind, but I feel the intensity in his eyes, and it scares me a little. Am I really ready? He slips his big muscular arms against mine; his head approaches mine, our cheeks brush together. Gently he intertwines his fingers with mine. The softness of his cold skin sends chills all over my body. Slowly, he moves my fingers on the keyboard. At first, I'm a little stiff and not very accurate but he corrects me with gentleness and patience.

Peter > This piece is one of my favourites, I composed it a long time ago but I still love it so much.

His whispering voice, right next to my ear, chains me to him, as if he spoke inside my very soul. I've never known anyone as intense as him.

Peter > You might find it a little sad, but I've never been a very happy person...

My fingers slide with his over the keys. The melody is sweet, piercing, it makes me think of someone crying. It's typically the kind of melody that touches your heart and takes you with it, making you forget everything else. There's only him, me and it. It cradles me and charms me, almost as much as him. I feel the muscles of his arms moving against mine, in a lascivious dance, mixing with the sound of the piano. His captivating smell reminds me of a raging sea or stormy sky, fresh and yet dark, tumultuous. I feel the softness of his skin against mine, the cold of his face against my burning cheek. As if we were made to complete each other. He is motionless and dark; I am lively and luminous. His skin is icy while mine is scorching. This magical moment, out of time, fills me almost as much as a kiss. At this very instant, we're closer than ever. He seems to be speaking to me through these notes that we're both playing. His past, his joys, and sorrows, his disappointments... Peter has trouble expressing himself with words, so he plays the piano with passion. He lets me into his world, at least for a few moments, and I'm grateful to him. His music seems to highlight who he really is, and I like what I see. Suddenly I feel that his lips are nearing my ear. Gently he puts a kiss on it. I tremble all over, surprised by this mark of affection. I hear his breathing becoming deeper, graver. I let myself go against his big, cold, and muscular chest. His smell envelops me in a soft cocoon. I feel at my place here against him. He gently leans his head against mine, his hair gently caressing my temple and my cheeks, while we continue to play. I feel so small in his arms, so fragile. I have the impression that he can protect me from all the violence of the world, that I'll always be safe here, with him. I want this moment to never end. The music, his smell, his presence, everything is perfect. I didn't think I'd ever feel such strong things for someone. At the same time, how can you resist him? He is intelligent, attractive, romantic... Are there still people like him, nowadays? There's only him. There's only Peter. I realize how lucky I am to be here, to know him, to share his daily life. His face goes down against my ear, then into my hair, and I feel his mouth close to my collarbone. I can't hold back a chill. Like his fingers twirling with agility on the piano, each of his gestures is precise and delicate. As if he was afraid of hurting me. I feel like a princess from another time when he behaves like that with me. It's as if he were afraid of breaking a gemstone. Then his lips graze the skin of my neck and send electric shocks all through my back.

Peter > You are so beautiful, Lucy. So alive! No melody can equal you...

Nobody's ever told me that kind of thing, nobody before him had made me feel so special, so remarkable. I like the way he sees me, the way his green eyes look at me. How can I resist him? I feel the music is coming to an end, but I don't want it to stop. He gently slides his hands against mine and moves away from me. I feel a big void. It's almost unbearable. No longer feeling his stomach against my back, I turn to him to face him again and drown myself in his smile.