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

Y-Yes, zee vere fery fery intense Rubbing her thighs together, Vivians mind started to dart to some of the more lewd memories theyd shared. Even at a time like this, the sex was something that Vivian couldnt get out of her head. Itd been a shock to meet a woman who had a member, and one that was so well endowed at that. Yet after a long while, Vivian had completely accepted it. And with that acceptance had come accepting it into her body, and that was what she couldnt forget. Cecilia was a passionate lover, and who was decipetful in how she acted. Vivians cheeks flushed as she recalled nights of ropes and being shoved against the wall, of exploring and smacking against her body. And yet, it was all for their own enjoyment, and something that Vivian had held so dear, shed kept her night with Cecilia as her last all this time. Yet passionate flames were so often quenched by the pools of despair. The reality of what they were in now came crashing down again onto Vivian, and no amount of memories could stop that. The girls fingers curled around her own glass, slowly taking a trembling sip as she nodded, staring into the dark red fluid. Nothing that Vivian could muster would even dent the emotional pain that her friend was feeling. The way that Cecilia was shifting between depression and anger stunned her, and it left her speechless. As her speech became hate filled again, Vivians glass trembled hard in her hands. The girl bit her lip as the liquid sloshed inside of the cup, tiny drips spilling out onto her lap. Vivian couldnt justify herself here, nor could she make any effort to defend. In this, shed been prepared to deal with the depression, but not this rage. The rage itself was justifiable and she knew where it was coming from. Yet unlike the sadness, nothing she could say, do or give would make that go away. One could console one who was upset and give them solace. But anger was a fire that had to be burned away, and that alone was terrifying to her. Her silence, however, was broken by a small gasp as the glass shattered over the kitchen floor. While Cecilia looked surprised, Vivian looked terrified. This wasnt her, this wasnt Ceci. Shed found some completely different girl, one who only had the girls form and was simply using her to make her upset. Cecilia would never had thrown that glass, never have gotten that angry. Shed have curled her fists together and talked to someone talked to her. Vivian couldnt deal with this, she couldnt cope with it. Her eyes were filling with tears again and she nervously turned her head, moving away from Cecilia as the revebration of the glass shattering filled the room. When the mention of her being worthy of her success was brought up, however, Vivian wasnt sure what to say. In many respects, she did deserve it. Shed forced herself to grow and aggressively hunted down what she wanted, and even now she strived to be the best and the most consistent of all the solo performers in the orchestra. Yet coming from the source of what shed begun from didnt make her feel any solace. Right now, in that moment, she couldnt decide if she did, or if she did not. Seeing what deserving it meant only made that decision that much more difficult for her. I I think youre vight Shaking, Vivian slowly stood up, laying the drink down and slowly coughing, Im, staying at the motel by the bus stop. Ife reserfed the voom for a veek I thought itd take, much longer to find you. Wincing, Vivian coughed slightly, Just let me know ven, you want to get into contact with me again. You, hafe my number still dont you? Vivian slowly lowered her gaze as she recalled hearing that sole voicemail opening message the previous night, and thus she knew that Cecilia had to still have it. But before I go Slowly, Vivian made her way forward towards Cecilia, getting down on her knees before the shaking girl. Staring into her eyes, Vivian slowly sucked in a breath and leaned forward, planting her lips on the girls forehead. She held them there for a few seconds, letting her savor the small kiss. Pressing her forehead up against Cecilias, Vivian slowly whispered, I vont I vont leafe you, again. With that said, Vivian slowly stood up, giving her a soft look before she turned, taking her phone out and checking the time before slowly opening the door to the small living space, turning around to give Cecilia a last look before she made her way out into the night. As the door closed behind her, Vivian wanted to feel some sort of relief, some sort of feeling it would be alright. Yet right now, at that moment, all she felt was remorse