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

Hearing Vivian agree that leaving was probably best right now, a shiver went down Cecilia's back. Was it though? Wouldn't it be better, to just get all that anger out of the body, and then find a way to build up from there? Wasn't that. What she used to do? Talk. Talk about her anger, and get it out that way? Cecilia barely remembered, anymore. But it was right. Leaving now, was probably best. Cecilia had so much pent up anger in her body, at this point, that she felt she was about to exploded. She -had- used to talk about it, she remembered now. She talked it out, usually with Vivian. But Vivian had been gone. A week later, so was her brother, Franz. The two sole people, Cecilia used to confide to. There was no one else. She could talk with her friends, but they'd never really been able to remove the pain. Only dull it. Lull it away, only for it to resurface. She'd turned to alcohol, which definitely didn't help, and she knew it. Only made things worse. Cecilia nodded a few times, having been told where Vivian stayed, a short sigh of relief exclaiming from her. Not far away. She wasn't leaving, to a place Cecilia was going to have to mentally prepare, and then torture herself to get to. Not the big city, with all it's lights, foreign sounds and strange people. Just, the Motel. She nodded again, when asked if she had her number, having seen the missed call, when checking her phone in the morning. There was even still a heart, in place of one of the 'V's' in 'Vivy'. She'd just.. Ignored it. Figuring, Vivian had wanted to hear how the song was. Or maybe, asked her not to show her face again. Tell her, that the big city wasn't her stage, it was Vivian's, and she should just stay far away. So she had. I do.. She agreed, silently, looking down into her lap again. Her eyes moved up, however, when Vivian asked for one last thing, without saying what. She blinked lightly as Vivian approached, her back shivering slightly, as she stroked her legs together. She watched Vivian kneeling down, then closed her eyes as her soft lips met her forehead. A rush of warmth went through her body, as the soft lips met her skin, her head turning slightly, but never moving from the kiss. She took a harsh inhale, leading to a hoarse sigh, when the lips left her skin again, and she was promised that she wouldn't leave. Cecilia wanted to smile then, but she couldn't. Just sat there, writhing in her own pool of emotions. She gulped, as the door to her apartment was opened, and then closed again, only then looking up from where she sat. She placed a hand next to her, changing position as if she wanted to leap up, and rush to the door. Rip it open, and call for Vivian to 'come right back! They weren't done!'. But she staid. And she staid for a while, before she finally made herself stand up, and walk over to her couch. She looked down at the spot where Vivian sat a moment ago, a smile actually curling on her lips. Vivian, had been on her couch. Her new couch. Only now, did she realize, how many nights she'd wanted that. How many nights, she'd wanted Vivian to be sitting on her couch, so she could have her head on her lap. -In- her lap, as well. A whimper escaped Cecilia, as she fell over the black couch, her red dress sprawling over it, much like her bandanna had done earlier. She stroked her cheek against the area Vivian sat earlier, the warmth still present. She realized how weird, and even somewhat creepy, this could seem to someone else, but there was a comfort in it. Emphasizing the point, that Vivian really -had- been there, and that it hadn't just been a dream. A nightmare? No, a dream. One, actually come true. Vivian had been back, and what did she do? Had a tantrum, and destroyed one of the four glass' she had, and sent her away. She lay on the couch for hours, without even considering sleeping, just curling herself into a ball, thinking. What could she have done differently? How could she have done anything differently? Her anger had been pent up for so long, not really talking about it with anyone. She'd talked about her sorrow and pain, but never her anger. She hadn't released it, in any ways. She hadn't exercised it away. She hadn't talked about it. Now, laying there, she was so certain, that there was another thing she used to do with it. Cecilia moaned softly, when she realized it. Vivian. They hadn't always just, talked about it. She'd used it, to please her lover, knowing that Vivian liked it. She liked the sting of a slap, and the bonk of a wall. Cecilia hadn't used her anger to abuse Vivian, she would have never actually hurt her. But she had. Many times. Tied her up. Slapped her. Pushed her against walls. Only to make love to her, so good, that neither could really walk straight afterwards. Especially not Vivian. And she'd.. Loved it. The roughness aroused her. She now remembered the first time she found out that it did. They had been playing their instruments, when Cecilia.. Tripped? She couldn't really remember what happened, but she'd grabbed for something to support her, and got a hold on Vivian's hair. She'd yanked it a lot harder, than when a comb gets a hold of a knot, so she'd been about to apologize. But Vivian had neither winced or whined. She'd moaned. She remembered that sweet flush on her face all too well. Also remembered what happened afterwards. How the two, had started exploring this new venture. They where young, still trying to find new, and exciting ways to enjoy each other's bodies, and from that point, Cecilia had found a way to explore Vivian's. One she loved. As memories and thoughts played around in her head, Cecilia's breath had started catching, slightly. There had already been a stir in her body, from when she mentioned and memorized having sex with Vivian, but that stir was growing stronger. Turned from a spark, to a downright forest fire in her stomach, and she felt her member starting to tighten against her underwear. She always wore man's underwear, how could she not? It had been extremely embarrassing the first time she'd tried it on, but it was obviously more comfortable for a woman, with her package. So, while it wasn't charming, it was necessary. These where one of the times, she knew why. Cecilia gulped, as she exclaimed a low growl, punching at the back of her couch, trying to get those thoughts out of her head. But she couldn't. She sat up, her face flaring with it as well now, as her fingers dug into the soft cushions of the couch. Her anger was building up again, now, but not at Vivian this time. At herself. She'd let her leave her apartment, when really, she needed her here. Right now. She needed her to take that anger away. She needed to push her against a wall, and make her feel what she'd been missing. What they'd both been missing. Cecilia's eyes looked towards her door, as a shiver went down her back again. She had a choice, this time. She could do, exactly what she wanted to do. She'd felt powerless to do this, for so long. She had to act on this. She had to do something. She was aroused, and she'd seen hints of Vivian's longing as well, hadn't she? She'd flushed, when remembering, right? Right. With one huge pulling together of emotions and mental fortitude, Cecilia managed to get off of her feet. That was all she needed. She rushed towards her door, ripping it open and locking it swiftly behind her. Cecilia had this determination on her face earlier today, as well. At that time, she'd also been moving towards Vivian, but with different intentions. Back then, she'd wanted to apologize. Right now, she wanted.. She wanted to feel something. She wanted to feel, something different then just hate, and pain. While she wasn't sure she could dull all of the hate she had, for what Vivian had done to her, at least she could mix it with something else. Something, she hadn't felt in so long, and something she -needed- now. She hadn't paid any notice, to the fact that the snowing had gotten wetter. The drops where heavier, and turned to water on her body immediately, and it came down faster. She was soaked in a matter of minutes. The Motels weren't more then twenty minutes walk from the Apartments, but before getting there, her hair was completely soaked as well, leaving it in wet locks down her face, the red one now showing that it was a lot longer than the rest. That one red lock, reached all the way down to her breast's, where the wet lock now stuck onto her skin. Cecilia basically barged into the small office with the Motel clerk's desk, where the young woman, having the night shift for the entire weekend, gasped with surprise. Oh. Hey, Ceci. Great performance tonight. She complimented, resting her elbows on the desk. Cecilia managed a small, but insignificant smile, nodding a single time. Thanks, Nat. Uhm.. Someone reserved a room here, not long ago.. A.. Vivian? Vivian Kaiser? Cecilia asked carefully, knowing full well that she wasn't supposed to give that kind of information out. Even to friends. And Natalia, as she was named, did look careful, making a slight grimace as she turned to the screen by her side. You know I'm not supposed to.. To tell you.. Wait.. Vivian? The Vivian? Cecilia winced slightly at that remark. She knew that people gossiped, which was why she tried her best to avoid people all together, these days. Natalia had no way of knowing about Vivian, if someone else hadn't gossiped about her. But Cecilia was at a point, where she couldn't care less. She just nodded a few times. Oh, dear.. Yeah, she's in 2-5. Right over there. She explained, pointing towards the room in which Vivian staid. Cecilia nodded a thanks, and head straight towards it, with the same determination. Reaching the door, she moved a hand up to knock, before a pang of doubt stopped her. Surely, Vivian was sleeping, at this point, right? She shouldn't wake her up, surely she needed her sleep. The doubts where pushed aside, as her knuckles knocked against the door, her subconsciousness taking over. Vivian had left Cecilia, while she was sleeping. And never had Cecilia hoped for anything more, then that Vivian had woken her up then. She was going to wake her up, if that is what it took. Cecilia needed her. She needed to feel something else, then just all this anger. And there she stood, soaked, her eyes battered red by the tears earlier. But there where no tears on her face now, and not just because water would've flushed it away. But because it wasn't sorrow, carrying her right now. It was anger. And it was lust. This probably showed on her face.