Thread: The Musician's Overture [GGentleman x Soft Strokes]

Music itself involved having to recognize when something was happening, and make a shift to match it. Vivian had learned this during an onstage performance, when one of her strings had snapped. The audience had gasped, and her mind had doubted what to do. But it was still a performance, and the song was still going. And so Vivian had been forced to rearrange the composition on the fly to adjust for the notes now unplayable, and while the performance hadnt been her best, given that shed been thrown such a massive obstacle to overcome in literal seconds, the audience had still found the piece amusing and shed walked out with a smile on her face. The look in Cecilias eyes was one that Vivian recognized. That look of longing, that look that said that she needed something from Vivian. That something that only one of them could give to the other. And in that moment, Vivians gaze darkened before softening, and in that moment her fingers slowly released from the door, taking a step back so as to let the threshold open, and to let Cecilia enter. Vivian stood as she watched Cecilia closed and lock the door, and a sudden twinge of heat began to rush through her. The feeling of want, the feeling of desire. Not lust, but a desire to have the other with them. It slowly rose inside of her fingertips, beginning as a spark that set them all ablaze with a light burn. But as she heard the clicking of the lock, that burn turned into a flame that trickle up her arm, moving into her shoulders. As it spread further inside of her, she watched Cecilia turning to look at her. The two didnt need to say anything, neither of them needed the other to respond. That recognition had begun that flame, and now that it was lit, it was clear what was going to happen. The sudden motion startled Vivian, and she let out a loud gasp as a dull pain shot through her backside. She was about to whimper, but that was when Cecilias breath was now against her shoulder. The feeling of wet hair against her cheek, the breathing, she felt like prey being hunted by the predator, one whod come back from the last hunt to finish off what itd missed. Vivians breath hiked as she heard that breath coming, growing stronger as the moments went on. Hands were holding her upper arms firmly to the door now, and Vivian couldnt move. She was trapped, trapped by that predator, and she had to face its anger. That thought should have scared Vivian. It should have made her throw off the predator and run. But but something about it, it excited her. The dominance, the anger, everything about it was making that flame kindle higher. She was being filled with desire, desire for her punishment, desire for her fate. And when Cecilia took the lead on the kiss, Vivian didnt protest to it. For a long moment she did nothing, and instead let Cecilia take it from her. She needed that kiss. And with that taken, when she came in again, this time Vivian panted, letting her mouth open and letting her take the kiss in its entirety. Predator, taking its prey. Cecilia wasnt gentle with her. Vivians back was being forced hard against the door, her arms werent being allowed to move. And even when one was, her arms were brought together above her head and held like handcuffs together. She wanst moving, she wanst leaving. She couldnt escape her fate. She deserved her fate. A tug on the towel made Vivian gulp lightly. The feeling of being exposed, of this happening this fast, for a moment the prey reconsidered. That passion, that lust, it was still there, but she was doubting it. She couldnt grab the towel though, she couldnt hold onto it. She shivered as the feeling of fingers dragging across the surface of her skin, but likewise she was afraid to be revealed. She moved her head up slightly to get away from the kiss, but Cecilia dragged her back down from it. The towel came off just as easily as Cecilia wanted it to. Vivian let out a whimper as this happened, but now her body was revealed again. Gorgeous and flawless skin, sides that screamed of self care and will, a sculpted frame that hadnt changed at all. Her breasts were still those smaller but perky orbs that pressed up against Cecilias body. But more so than that, now the cold and wet body against her own made Vivian shiver, and the discomfort of it rang through her form. But at the same time, that bulge was now shoving against her belly, and the soft glistening form of two lower lips beckconed beneath her. Vivian gasped, but she didnt move, didnt fight. She was prey. Cecilia was predator.