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His Songbird
A Sense & Sensibility Fanfic
He could recall every detail of that first meeting.
Having arrived only just from London, his brow dusty and throat dry, he had not anticipated to be welcomed in such a way. He had grown accustomed to the deafening bark of Sir John's dogs, their yaps continuing as they sniffed at his palms.
This time, however, the canines were remarkably silent. In fact, even if they had greeted him, his ears would have remained ignorant of the noise.
His ears did not register the breeze waving the garden trees nor the low hum of mayflies.
They were attuned entirely to the delicate soprano drifting outward from the house he had yet to enter.
He took great care to keep his steps light, following the music indoors. Like a sailor drawn to a siren's call so was he taken by the melodious voice. Soft and feminine but strong in its delivery; reaching high notes of the piece with ease.
He remained at the doorway of the sitting room where the angelic figure sat at the pianoforte, lost irrevocably to the music. Although his view of the instrument was obstructed from his view, he had no doubt her slight fingers danced upon the ivory keys. The slight shrug of her shoulders gave him the indication.
Eyes bright, curls resting at her cheeks, she appeared as a songbird. Eyes regarded not her small audience but some faraway aspect in her mind. Her simple gown hung well upon her frame, accentuating the slimness of flowering youth.
And he stood fascinated, bewitched.
His recollection was broken by the soft caress of lips at his temple.
"What are you pondering so seriously darling?"
Pushing all thoughts of decorum and propriety aside, Colonel Brandon easily brought his young wife into his lap, her small gasped laugh causing him to smile in response. Her cheeks were delightfully rosy from activity and he placed a kiss on both before considering her question.
"A most wonderful memory involving an enchanting songbird."
Marianne's flush grew under his praise and he admired the glow.
"I would happily delight you again...but only if you accompany me. I do so love having you join me."
Reluctantly untangling themselves from the settee, they stepped over to the instrument occupying the corner of their small parlor.
He offered a hand so she could descend to the low bench. He comfortably situated himself on the seat next to her, his fingers resting on the sheet music.
"It would be my pleasure dearest wife."