Disclaimer: The same as always: I don't own. But maybe I owl.
A/N: I just got inspired by a little piece of music yesterday at night, I just had to write it down. I decided to make it R/Hr, but basically you can take whichever couple you want. If you interpret my 'she' for a he and make it a slash couple, I'm deeply into slash myself, but in this special case I thought that a girl would fit better into the story, you'll see why. BTW, my mothertongue's not English, so be kind and feel free to point out my mistakes. OK, on with the story.
~*~ Only in her head ~*~
The music was only in her head, but yet she could could hear it clearly – very clearly. A soft voice singing to the tender accompainment of a guitar and a viol.
She was standing on the lawn, thinking that she was alone, so she started moving – dancing.
Dancing to a music only she could hear. To a music which was only in her head.
Her movements seemed to be like water in a small brook. Like a piece of soft cloth in the wind. It seemed to be so natural, it was like she had never done anything besides dancing in her whole life.
He was looking at her, stunned by her natural beauty. Who would have ever thought?
Sure, she had always had some kind of natural grace, but it was always well hidden behind the image of a studious bookworm. That image didn't give much room for ... this.
He wasn't thinking coherently, only looking. He didn't even notice that he was moving closer to her, he was only absorbed by her movements.
Her eyes were closed and she was only concentrating on the music in her head. She didn't notice that someone was approaching, she thought she was completely alone when she suddenly noticed warm hands on her own hands.
His eyes were closed too, there was nothing more than the contact between their hands. It seemed to be like magic when he heard the same music that she was hearing – it was only in his head, too.
Slowly closing the distance between them they moved in the same rhythm, his hands slowly sliding down her arms, her torso until they finally encircled their waist.
They were both dancing. To a music which only they could hear. To a music which was only in their heads. It seemed to be so natural, like they had never done anything besides dancing in their whole life. They ceased to be two separate persons; their bodies became one and they were moving as naturally as a river brook over small rocks. As naturally as a soft piece of soft cloth moves in the wind.
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*~* The End *~*
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