Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Cecilee had been practicing the new piece delivered to her by H.A.J. for the past few days, foregoing all plans she'd made with Trisha and causing her friend to be rather put out. But this was important. This was for H.A.J. She needed to do this for him, for her...just...she needed to do this. Once the concert was over and she met H.A.J., she was sure her friend would understand. After all, he'd gone to the trouble of getting her an entire ensembleone that looked perfect on her no less, something not easily donehe'd boosted her confidence, made her outings bearable even though he wasn't there. Hanging her head a little as she sat back from the piano, stretching, Cecilee wondered if anyone would truly understand what she was going through, how she was feeling. Trisha was starting to give her a hard time. And it was getting harder to find people to cover her sessions at the studio. Though, Leah was trying to be as accommodating as possible. Just then she heard her phone go off. She reached for it and tilted her head. Odd, Cecilee said as she saw Leah's name pop up. The woman was at the studio, probably in her office given the hour. Why not come find her like she typically did. Biting down on her lower lip, she felt her tummy flip a little, a sense of nervousness threatening to wash over her, consuming her whole. If Leah was calling, it could only be bad news... Right? With shaky hands, Cecilee picked up her phone. H-hello? Hi, Cecilee, it's Leah, came Leah's voice on the other end of the phone. Yes, hi. Umm, everything all right? Cecilee asked. Is everything all right? Leah all but squeaked. That's an understatement. You have to see this to believe it. The woman's voice paused. Mind helping me at the front door? Leah's voice sounded giddy, excited. Cecilee was sure she could almost the sound of tears as she spoke, but not as though she were sad. Oh, it was all so confusing. O-okay, Cecilee said, trying to make sense of what was going on. Just get over here. Now, Leah said with a laugh, the sound putting Cecilee a bit more at ease. Cecilee hung up her phone and headed straight for the main entrance. The moment she got there, she saw exactly why Leah had called her as opposed to running to the back of the studio to the sound proof room where she'd been practicing her new piece. Oh my gosh! Cecilee cried out. Her blue eyes went wide as she pushed up her glasses, her other hand moving to tuck a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. I can't believe it! Who sent this? she asked. Leah just shook her head, giggling as the piano was slowly being brought inside. I have no idea. No one knows. It's 'anonymous'. Cecilee's cheeks suddenly reddened and she knew who the anonymous was in a heartbeat. Her H.A.J. The piano is to be placed in the practice studio, Leah stated. Cecilee's smile broadened. She'd just come from there and now would be getting to play on this beautiful piano instead of the one she'd been working on. Oh, this man was amazing. He did so much for her. How he could tell her she owed him nothing, she'd never understand. Later that night, Cecilee went home happy and more confident than ever. Leah and the others at the studio were in a better mood since the delivery of the piano, suddenly not minding that she needed more time to practice her piece and some even offering to cover for her so that she wouldn't have to fret or worry. Truly, it couldn't have arrived at a better time. As Cecilee went into her bedroom, she looked over at the indicator light like she always didit was funny how it now gave her comfort to see it there, knowing it was on, that he was watching her. It was another way she felt closer to him now. She smiled for him and began to undress, purposefully removing her clothing in a way that showed him her appreciation. Cecilee removed her glasses and set them aside. She then took down her hair, letting the dark waves fall over slim shoulders. Eyes fixed on the light, she slowly pulled off her top and discarded it on the floor, followed closely by her jeans, which soon joined the top in a tiny heap. Standing there before her laptop, she donned nothing but a pair of black lacy panties and a matching bra, both trimmed with red ribbon. This time she unfastened the bra and let it slide off her body onto the floor, her arms not moving to cover up, letting him see everything if he was there to watch. She then shimmied off the panties, the lace moving down along her legs until the joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. For a moment she stood there as if letting him inspect her well-groomed bodypale, flawless skin, clean shaven. She then moved to get the gift she'd been wearing as her nighttime attire. With slow purpose, she slipped it on over her head. Once dressed, she put her glasses back on and walked over to her laptop. Thank you for the piano today. Both Leah and I loved it. I already got to practice on it. It sounds lovely. Cecilee paused before typing more. Also, your timing was perfect. They are giving me more practice time. I hope I don't disappoint you at the concert. At that, Cecilee hit 'Send', her tummy fluttering. It had been a good day and once again, it had been thanks to H.A.J.