Disclaimer: I don't own GSD or anything involving it. Just this story, ok?
Aki-note: Whoa! Guess who found the time to write a story? LOL! Well, yeah, here ya have it!
He was a musician. A pianist, in fact. It was known that the artists were always the quiet ones. But no one on board could ever make heads or tails of his silence. He didn't even know why he was so quite. And it was a wonder how even a handful knew of his amazing talent.
He was a disciplinary. No one knew how much patience it took to be a musician. The discipline it took to practice several hours a day to be as great as he was.
When he composed, his values seemed to take a different road. He seemed a lot more at easy with his own music. His instrument of choice? Why, her of course.
Sex is an art form and an artist's life revolves around his work. His art is his life. He wanted to show everyone how beautiful his art was. He composed the most beautiful pieces, courtesy of his instrument.
His nimble fingers navigate their way through her form. Years of experience were to be thanked for such expertise. Oh the music she sang. Music he made.
Whenever the wrong button was pressed – a wrong key played – it was only natural that he felt frustrated with the outcome. But even then, she sounded. Still sweet, urging him to compose more.
Oh the music he played. No one else knew of how beautifully he played her. Of course, he had misled the few that always thought he played the piano. And how selfish he was, keeping her to himself.
He was rather self-conscious about his work. As pleasing as it was for himself, what would the others say? He was insecure. Maybe that's the reason behind the silence. He was afraid of how others would react to the music he made.
She always made him feel better. As the final notes echoed away, he allowed himself to revel at his work, his final composition. She let him lie beside her.
"What would you call this one, Rey?" she purred in that silky smooth voice.
It was the best way to end his career before the inevitable. With a bang.
He kissed her damp forhead, covering his instrument, satisfied, for once, with his music.
"I call it 'Luna'."
LOL
I got the idea while talking with a fellow writer. Iunno, not that proud with it. LOL, but hey. It's all you.