Every session between Austria and Silesia always began differently: whether they began quiet and graceful or loud and majestic.
Today, Austria started by stroking her ivory white fingers and black fingernails with the gentlest of care. This always provoked Silesia into song, her voice sang sweetly. It was like both of them knew how to give the other what they wanted. A harmonious cycle of Silesia whispering to touch her in a specific way and Austria complying to her needs by caressing the spot. Silesia cooed with pleasure and he didn't mind obeying because her moans filled him with the desire to hear her sing even more.
Silesia called, Austria responded. Austria called, Silesia responded. The process of calling and responding filled them with lust, pushing each other to return their sensuality.
Silesia grew slightly louder, begging the dark haired man for more of his wondrous hands to explore her body. The Austrian's violet eyes glanced at her long, gleaming black hair trailing behind her before his concentration returned to the rest of her body. He fondled her vigorously, filling the beige walled and red-carpeted room with her orgasmic cries, each shriek growing louder but still wonderful to Austria's ears.
He teased Silesia just when she reached the pinnacle of ultimate delight by relenting his movements, leaving her to whimper. The Austrian continued to graze his hands over form, planting butterfly kisses just to hear her sigh. The one thing he loved about Silesia was however loud, quiet, fast or slowly she breathed, beseeched or screamed; Austria believed she still sang perfectly in tune. If he could, he would listen to her forever. Another breath of request escaped Silesia's mouth again and so his hands worked on feeling where her voice guided him, all while capturing her in passionate kisses.
The speed of his fondling accelerated, provoking the call and response routine once more.
Call. Respond.
Call. Respond.
Call! Respond!
CALL! RESPOND!
The room flowed with a crescendo of Silesia's climatic cry of gratification, bounding off the potted plants, marble head busts and other antiques inside. If Austria's perfect pitch hearing could place a chord on Silesia's orgasmic exclamation, he would have to say A major.
Eventually, her scream died to lingering and satisfied exhales before silence followed. That was Hungary and Germany's cue to applaud the Austrian's effort as the rose from their wooden seats as did Austria from the piano.
"Bravo! Bravo! Zat vas vonderful Austria!" The long, brown haired, Hungarian woman squealed in delight. "I had tears velling up in my eyes! It vas so beautiful!"
"I have to admit, your latest composition sounded so haunting it gave me goose bumps," Germany's blue eyes gazed to one side awkwardly.
Indeed all the nations acknowledged Austria's prowess on the piano. To him, he and Silesia showed their adoration for each other through the sexual carnality of melodies saying, "I want you, I need you and I love you".
FIN.