Sound & Fury -- Sona's Sweet Sonata

by KibaElunal

Sona has had terrible nightmares since she was a child. Now older and living on her own, the beautiful maven feels relieved when she hears of Nocturne's capture. Soon however she finds that the nightmares are far from over and that the only way she'll ever find peaceful sleep is to rely on the help of someone who knows her almost as well as she knows herself: the man of her dreams.

11. The Anthem of Life and Death

Sound & Fury Chapter 11 – The Anthem of Life and Death

Author's note: Alright, so I'm really sorry guys that it's been taking me a bit longer than normal to update chapters. There are multiple reasons for this, though the easiest way to explain is with one word that fills college students with dread everywhere: finals. That being said hopefully by the end of next week I'll be updating more regularly. Without further ado, this chapter's song is Youth by Foxes.

Time seemed to slow down as I watched Yil's body move in an arc to fall from the banister. I opened my mouth to shout to him, but no sound came out. What did I expect? I hadn't been able to warn my mother…and now I would watch as another person I cared about died at my inability to save them. I rushed towards him as he began to fall I'd pull him down…that was what I'd do. I'd save him at the last second and ensure that he was okay. Every step felt like I was dragging a train car behind me, my heart racing into overdrive as my hand reached outward, my fingertips desperately attempting to find some sort of hold. A tear fell from my eye as my fingers just barely missed his sleeve, and I could see from the look on his face that he was ready to embrace his fate.

But I wasn't.

Again my fingers stretched outward and praying to the Gods I grasped his wrist holding him tightly and stopping his quick descent. He looked up at me as he swayed softly, and I could feel my sweaty hands causing my grip to become weaker. He looked up at me with those viridian eyes. "Sona! Let go!" He cried out as his weight caused me to lean forward a bit over the rail. I shook my head, concentrating far too hard to speak to him as I tried to pull him back up over the banister. I felt him starting to squirm, his other hand reaching for mine to pry it loose, but instead I sank my fingernails into his flesh. I wouldn't let it end like this, not a chance. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt myself starting to fall over the banister.

"Sona…" he said softly now. "I need you to listen to me. I know you don't want me to fall…but if you don't let me go we'll both fall and you'll die too. You have a whole life to lead, you're going to find someone who makes you happy and you'll have beautiful children. You'll become the greatest musician not only in Valoran but in all of Runeterra. You don't need me for any of that…just let me go." I shook my head violently as I regained my footing.

"NO! I'm not going to let you fall Yil! Do you think you're the only one without friends in the world? The only person who has absolutely nobody who cares enough about them to know that they need them? The truth is Yil I need you! I don't just want your love, I need it and that scares the hell out of me! So don't tell me that my life will be better without you, because you have no idea what you mean to me. I didn't even know what you meant to me until now. So please…I'm begging you, don't give up now. Don't leave me all alone again!" A loud crack resounded as the banister began to break beneath our combined weight. "Yil!" I cried out for him and with another loud crack I found myself falling…tumbling through the air. This was it…this was how I was going to die…all I could hope is that I would die quickly…and that Yil and I would be together in the afterlife. As we fell I pulled myself closer to him, I wanted to hold him in my arms one last time before the end. But the end never came. I heard a loud audible crack and my eyes opened to see Yil's arm grabbing tightly onto another banister. I looked at him with tears in my eyes and looking down Yil's sad and angry expression faded softly to one of concern and determination.

"Sona, hold on to me tight! I'm not going to let you fall, you hear me?"

I nodded and took a glance down, we had fallen at least two hundred feet. Now we were two stories off the ground, still a good fifty foot drop. That was when I noticed the pained look in his eyes just before he clenched them shut and began to lift me with one arm to have me grab hold of the banister. That second crack I had heard wasn't the banister…it was his arm. He had grabbed on to it and nearly torn his arm off in the process all to save me and he didn't shed a single tear doing it. He groaned as he used his broken arm to help lift me up to the banister until I had managed to grab on. Knowing he wouldn't be able to pull himself over the rail I quickly climbed over and reached to pull him up. But just as I did the banister snapped. I watched, arm out reached for him as he fell the remaining distance, his eyes wide just before hitting the ground with a sickening crunch below.

"Yil!" I cried out mentally. "Yil…please say something." Silence. Not a single word. I quickly opened the door that led into an empty room and hurried outside to find his body strewn on the pavement. His eyes were wide open with a blank expression. He didn't move an inch, not a budge. I was sure that I had lost him again. I sniffled as tears began to roll off my cheeks and leaning down I wrapped my arms around my broken Kori. "Yil…I'm so sorry…I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean it when I called you a monster…you're not a monster. Please Yil…just wake up." I hugged him tightly his body limp in my arms when I felt a sudden thump. His heart was beating. I was so shocked I nearly dropped him on to the pavement but managing to control myself I softly laid him back down and put my ear against his chest. Sure enough, his heart was beating normally. I could even feel his chest rising and falling with his breath. I wanted to cry out for help, but I knew that I could not. I quickly ran into the streets to find someone else and quickly I tugged someone into the alley way.

"What the...? Who the hell are…?! Is that a body?!" I pointed towards Yil before gesturing that he had fallen from the balcony. The person realizing I couldn't speak immediately pulled out their phone dialing for an ambulance. I gently stroked his hair as the tears kept falling and when the Ambulance finally came, I started to climb in before one of the paramedics held up his hand blocking my way.

"We're sorry miss, but it's best that you don't see what we're going to do." I tried to push my way past him anyway but he still held me back. "Miss! We're not allowed to let you ride with him unless you're family." I stomped my foot angrily, demanding I be let in. He was my family…perhaps not by blood, not even by adoption. But he was all I had, and I wasn't going to just let them take him away without me. Another EMT came forward and put his hand on his colleagues shoulder.

"Let her through. Can't you see in her eyes that she really cares about this man?" The first EMT sighed moving aside and mouthing a thank you to the other medic I sat on the bench next to the gurney they had put Yil on. I watched as they immediately began setting up an IV and injecting him with multiple kinds of fluids. Once they were done I reached out, my hand trembling as I took his. I prayed silently to the Gods that he would be okay. This was the second time I'd seen him this close to Death's door and I couldn't help but feel that it was all my fault. Sure he had tried to kill himself…it was his fault he had fallen…but if it hadn't been for me…had I not been so harsh about his actions on the train, he wouldn't have been on the banister in the first place. As the ambulance glided across the streets quickly I found myself lost in the rhythm of the sirens and the beeping of the machine that marked the heartbeat of the man I loved.

When we finally arrived at the Hospital I wasn't allowed in the operation room with him, the doctors forcing me to stay in the waiting area while they underwent the delicate surgery needed to repair the trauma. Nearly eight hours went by; I tried hard to get some sleep while I waited but every time I closed my eyes all I could see was Yil's crumpled figure lying on the pavement. When at last the doctor came out of the operating room I rushed to him immediately tugging his arm to find out if Yil was okay. The doctor held out his hand to stop me.

"Miss, you need to calm down. Your friend is out of surgery, but I fear he's still unconscious. He took severe damage to many of his internal organs, you were smart to get attention immediately. Had he been even a few minutes later and there may have been nothing we could do. He managed to dislocate on of his shoulders very badly and he had nearly broken all of his ribs. He had a spinal fracture that was just slightly off center: had he twisted one way or the other when he fell he may have been completely paralyzed for life. Possibly even worse. One of the broken ribs missed his heart by a few centimeters and managed to puncture his lung but since the wound wasn't too deep we were able to stop the internal bleeding and repair the damage." I swallowed nervously and tried to ask if he was okay now. "Don't worry, we're going to keep him here. He's going to need constant supervision, but if you like you're more than welcome to stay with him. He's a lucky man to have someone like you to care for him, I just hope he has a lot of fight left in him. I don't know how he survived, some of the wounds I saw would have caused any lesser man to die instantly on impact, but this one managed to go into a coma which could be worse depending on who you spoke to. Luckily, he only suffered a minor concussion, nothing too severe. It seems his body hit the ground before his head did and softened the blow a bit. Based on our medical reports, he should be out of the coma. There isn't anything we can do now, whether or not he wakes up from this coma is in his hands now."

The doctor could tell by my expression that I was worried sick about what happened. I wanted so desperately for him to be okay, I just had to see him. I had to tell him how sorry I was, before it could be too late.

"Would you like to see him?" The doctor asked. I nodded quickly and the doctor escorted me down the winding hallways of the hospital. We walked past what felt like hundreds of rooms, each one containing someone with a various ailment or illness. But all I could focus on was one patient who lay at the end of this fluorescent linoleum made tunnel. As the doctor opened the door, immediately I was greeted by the sound of a respirator and his heart monitor beeping steadily. As I peered inside my heart nearly broke in two as I saw him. The man who had caused me to feel such powerful emotions lay in the cot, his torso wrapped in bandages and his right arm in a sling. Tubes were connected in every which way. Feeding tubes, breathing tubes, IV tubes; a plethora of serpentine plastic was hooked to him as the machines kept his body functioning while he was absent like a well-organized house sitter. "Don't be scared…" The doctor whispered softly. "It looks a lot worse than it is. He's still able to breathe on his own, but we're trying a new respiratory medication. The feeding tube is of course self-explanatory and the IV is being used to keep him sedated and hydrated in the event he wakes up. Should he come to he'll feel some pain and discomfort but nowhere near as much as he would without it." I bowed giving the doctor my thanks as I made my way to his left side. Pulling up a chair, I didn't even notice when the doctor left and closed the door behind him.

I gently ran my fingertips down his exposed arm, my eyes falling on the terrible scars on the inside of his side where they had to repair certain parts of his rib cage. I could feel the hot tears welling up in my eyes as my hand reached his. I squeezed it softly, my fingers intertwining with his own. "Please Yil…please don't give up." I begged in my mind as I leaned forward to nuzzle his hand with my cheek. "I know…I've never been the religious type…but Gods…if you're there…please, please don't let him die."

I stayed there at his side all day. Nurses came by every half hour to check his blood pressure and ensure that his vitals were stable. They were like clockwork, and they were how I kept track of time while I did whatever I could to try to help him come back to me. The nurses were very kind, they even brought me food so I didn't have to leave him. "It's astounding…" one had said, "ten years I've been working in this hospital…and this is the first time I've ever seen a girlfriend so loyal to her boyfriend that she hasn't left his side in three days." Three days. Was that how long it had been? I shook my head, trying to explain that he wasn't my boyfriend, but she simply help up her hand. "Say no more, I understand. You two aren't an item…but as much as you care about him…I don't see why not."

Why not indeed? Would having him as my boyfriend really be so bad? I know we had confirmed it before…but the truth is…it didn't feel natural. It didn't really seem like our relationship was ever stable. Either he'd say or do something or I'd say or do something and soon our love which was rising like a phoenix suddenly began to plummet to the ground below. There's a tale about a man who wanted to be closer to the heavens so he made wings of wax. But when he got too close to the sun they melted causing him to fall back down. That was what our relationship was made of…wax. When things got too hot, we fell apart, just like Icarus' wings. Suddenly, while I was lost in thought the heart monitor began to pick up tempo. His heart began beating just a little bit faster and as his eyes fluttered open the nurse immediately called for assistance. Pushing me lightly out of the way a few more staff cam and began working quickly to remove his tubes so he could breathe more easily through his mouth and nose. "Sona?" he groaned softly as they removed his feeding tube, and I could hear him looking around for me.

"I'm here Yil…I'm right here." I mentally sent him before things fell quiet again. When the nurses managed to leave he watched after them as I gripped his hand tightly in mine. As soon as the door closed he turned his head back to me.

"I'm glad you're okay." He whispered softly.

"Shhh…save your strength. You need to rest. You're okay now…everything is going to be alright now that you're awake." Yil looked at me his emerald green eyes reflecting the fluorescent light of the hospital's overhead illumination.

"This doesn't change anything Sona." He said softly. I felt my heart stop for a moment, breaking hard under his words.

"Don't you ever learn?!" I shouted in his head. "What would ending your life accomplish huh? Nothing. It wouldn't accomplish anything."

He frowned. "For one…it would end my pain."

"Don't be stupid, you're on a Vicodin drip idiot. You're being given pain killers."

"That's not what I meant…I meant this whole thing between us Sona. I can't handle these ups and downs anymore. You should have just left me to bleed out on the pavement. Or even better, you shouldn't have tried to stop me at all."

"You lied to me. You said you weren't going to try to kill yourself. Why did you say that if you intended to jump the entire time?" He sighed softly turning so that he couldn't look me in my eyes which had filled with tears again.

"Because…I didn't want you to stop me…and I certainly didn't want you to fall off with me. Do you know the main difference between us Sona? Purpose. You have a promising future ahead of you Sona. You've got a great purpose in life and unlike you I've got nothing to look forward to except a dead brother that will seal my fate as the last one of my kind. The world doesn't need me around Sona…as far as I'm concerned I'm just taking up space and air." I squeezed his hand tightly and shook my head.

"That's not true!" He turned to look at me again. "That isn't true at all Yil. You are needed in the world, and you've got just as promising of a destiny. Do you honestly think that once you take away Nocturne's powers that it will be the end of it? That your story will be done and there would be no chapters left to write? If you do then you're an even bigger idiot than I thought."

"Oh and what is my destiny then Sona? If you know oh so much about how my life should play out, please enlighten me as to what I should do. After all you seem to greatly enjoy sticking your nose deep enough into my problems that you've just got an answer for everything. Because I'm just an idiot to you."

"Yil please…I've already almost lost you once…please just listen to me." I whispered as I squeezed his hand with mine. "You are needed in the world. You don't have to be some dream guru or some high priest or even a vigilante."

"Oh really?" He laughed weakly. "Where? Where does this world need me then? Please tell me this great place where I'm needed so badly they can't bear to lose me."

"Right here." I replied. "The only thing you need to be Yil…is mine."

"Oh please Sona. You made it abundantly clear in our hotel the way you feel about me. I'm not going to let you try to assuage your conscience by convincing me to that you truly love me." I felt a tear fall on to his hand.

"Of course I love you Yil. That's why I tried to stop you from jumping…it's why we took this train all the way here to Piltover…it's the entire reason I'm helping you to get your brother's powers…it's all because I care about you! Why can't you see that?"

"Because every time I think that I've seen how you feel…you turn around and slap me in the face with my own feelings. I can't handle that any more Sona…I'm tired of all of the mixed signals and terminology. I'm done with the semantics and your argumentative reasons to dislike me. So again…you should have just left me to die. So…I think it'd be better if you just left." My eyes went wide.

"You can't mean that."

"I do. Just leave me alone Sona, leave me to die in peace."

"But-"

"I said GET OUT!" He shouted angrily pulling his hand away from mine. I stared at him as I began to cry again. But I didn't want that…I didn't want him to know how badly he had hurt me. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Standing up I turned and went to leave the room before stopping in the doorway and turning back. "Yil…when you finally get your senses back and realize how much of an asshole you've been…you know where I live. I'm going back to Demacia. Have a nice life." I whispered as I shut my eyes tightly before opening the door to his hospital room. As it shut behind me I pressed against the wall of the hallway sliding down on to the floor and burying my face in my knees as tears began to stream like rivers from my eyes. I stayed there for ten minutes until finally I picked myself back up. I needed to go back home…maybe there I'd feel better. All I wanted was to just forget about Kori or Yil or whatever the hell he's become. I wanted to get rid of all this pain in my chest and I had hoped that maybe if I drank enough I'd forget how much I was hurting.

As the doors slid open at the front of the Hospital I shivered pulling my jacket around me. The cold winter air nipped at my skin and bundling myself up I began to make the long walk to the train station, not even bothering to get my things. It was just stuff. It didn't mean anything, so it could be easily replaced. If Yil didn't mean anything to me as I was trying to convince myself, then he could be replaced too…couldn't he?

Having reached the train station I went to the ticket depot. The clerk asked what I needed and it took me a moment to remember that Yil wasn't around to talk on my behalf anymore. I frowned softly and pulled out the notepad that was in my pocket, scribbling "2 for Demacia" on it. Just as I was about to hand it to the woman I noticed my mistake. There was now two…not there was what there had always been…just one. Just me. The woman printed out the ticket and looking to the times I frowned. The next train didn't leave for an hour. That wasn't near enough time to do anything but wait for the next sixty minutes. Finding an empty bench in the terminal I sat down putting my hands in my lap. The bench was out in the open by the tracks. I sat, simply staring at the ground when suddenly a sleazy looking guy came up next to me strutting like a proud peacock.

"Hey there beautiful. You all alone?" I of course said nothing…I didn't even dignify his question with a look or gesture. "Hey now, there's no need to give me the cold shoulder. You look pretty chilly…I bet I could find a way or two to warm you up." I still kept silent and that was when I felt his hand on my arm. He was sitting on the bench that was just behind mine and he slowly ran it towards my chest but I hastily pushed it away. "Ooh, playing hard to get huh?" He asked as he went to cop a feel again. I pushed him away once more but then he wrapped an arm around my neck. Leaning his head next to me his whispered in my ear. "Now you listen up bitch. This can go easy or hard, but either way I'm going to get that pussy of yours." My eyes quickly darted around; the rest of the terminal was empty. "Now why don't you open that pretty little mouth of yours and I'll show you what belongs inside of it hmmm?" My heart raced in fear. Was he really going to rape me right here in the terminal? Gods, what would he do when he was done?

That was when I suddenly felt his arm slip from my neck as a loud metal clang resounded as my attacker was thrown against what I assumed to be one of the metal pillars supporting the simple complex. Too frightened to look back I heard the sound of flesh impacting flesh, before footsteps raced off into the distance. Still unwilling to turn around I heard someone sit behind me again, their back to me as snow began to fall from the sky.

"I've got to say…" a familiar voice said out loud, "you have absolutely terrible taste in men. What is it about you that makes you attract such scumbag assholes?" My eyes went wide as I turned to look over my shoulder and saw long silvery hair.

"Y-yil?" I asked mentally. "Is that really you?"

"In the flesh."

"What are you doing here?" I asked bitterly as I remembered what had played out not even an hour ago. "Are you going to force me to watch as you throw yourself in front of a train?"

I didn't hear a response for a moment before his voice picked up again. "Listen Sona…"

"No. I don't want to listen to you Yil. I'm grateful for you running that guy off…but that doesn't change the things you said about me…about us."

"You're right. It doesn't. That's why I'm here…" his voice became softer as I looked up, the snowflakes landing on my cheeks and eyes lashes gently. "I wanted to say…after you left I thought about the way things have been going between us lately. I thought about all of the things you said and all the things you've done for me over the course of our time together. And…I know, I acted like a complete asshole."

"I won't argue with you there." I said spitefully. I closed my eyes as I laid my head back on the bench. I heard him moving around and the next time he spoke I could feel his warm breath in my ear causing me to shiver slightly.

"Sona…I just wanted to say…I'm sorry for what I said. I was wrong…about everything. I know you care about me a lot. I also know the real reason you've been pushing me away these last few days…and it doesn't have anything to do with the train ride here. You're scared…you're scared to show your true feelings to me…and the truth is Sona…I'm scared too. Every time I'm close to you all I want is to try to guess what you're thinking…to say or do something to see that beautiful warm smile that always seems to make me melt inside. There's something about you Sona…something so wonderful and amazing that you've gotten me wrapped completely around your finger and I know that I'd do anything you asked of me…and that scares the hell out of me."

"Nice speech…what soap opera did you steal it from?" I muttered bitterly as I folded my arms across my chest.

"Listen Sona…I know…I know that my stupidity may just have ruined the only shot I had at being in a legitimate relationship with you. I don't blame you for being angry. I've been a complete asshole and I'm not better than that punk I scared off in the way I've treated you these last couple of days." He took another deep breath, the goosebumps on my neck rising in response to his exhale. I shivered again as another cold wind came by before I felt a warm coat cover me up blocking the chill. "But even through everything I've put you through…even though I know that those three days I was out must have been the worst three days of your life…I want you to forgive me. Forgive me for hurting you so bad as to give you a reason to doubt my sincerity. Forgive me for breaking your heart and scaring you half to death by jumping from that rail. Forgive me for every spiteful word, every stupid bullshit sentence that came out of my mouth. Forgive me for every single time you've shed a tear over me even though I know that I'm the last person in the whole universe that deserves even just the slightest bit of affection from you." Another tear began to roll down my cheek before I felt one of his fingertips brush it away. "Please Sona…forgive me, because the truth is that I love you too. You were right about everything you said. I know what my purpose is now Sona…and you were right…it's with you and I'm willing to live out the rest of my life on my hands and knees like a dog if it means that I'm with you." I could hear the nervousness in his voice as he poured out his heart to me. I had no idea if it was true or not. But his words seemed so very sincere.

I sniffled softly as I wiped away more tears with the back of my hand before weakly responding. "That depends…are you any good at fetch?" I heard him give a slight chuckle. His laugh was always enough to make my day a little brighter.

"For you Sona…I'd fetch anything you wanted, even if you threw it to the other side of Runeterra." I smiled softly as I reached behind me running my hands through his long silky hair.

"Well…then I suppose…if you really want my forgiveness you'll have to convince me you mean what I say." He nodded.

"Of course…I'll do anything Sona." I smiled turning towards him.

"Kiss me." He looked at me surprised.

"What?"

"You heard me. Pucker up and kiss me."

"I don't understand…"

"I'll be able to tell from your kiss if you mean what you say. If you really mean it you'll kiss me and you'll show me just how much I mean to you. Unless of course you're scared."

"O-of course not. I mean we've done far more than that."

"Then shut up and…" my words were cut off as he quickly placed his hands on my cheeks and pressed his lips lovingly against mine. Time slowed down…I could feel the softness of his lips on mine, I was able to taste the sweet sensation of his kiss. Instantly my body wasn't cold anymore…his kiss had flooded me with an intense warmth that could have protected me in a blizzard. My eyes slowly closed as I kissed him back just as tenderly as he was kissing me, and I begrudgingly had to admit to myself that I believed him. It wasn't just that he was a good kisser…there was a deeper sensation there that told me…that he'd always try to be there for me. I pulled my lips away from his to see his eyes glazed over in bliss a lop-sided grin on his face.

"Hmmm…I don't know." I said, "You may have to kiss me again, just so I can be sure." And with that he pressed his lips against mine a second time, the two of us making out in the empty terminal with twenty minutes still left until the train came.

"So…" he whispered, "am I forgiven?"

I smiled at him and gently scratched him under his jaw. "Well…I suppose that kiss will suffice for now. I forgive you…though frankly your technique needs a little work."

"Well if you don't like it maybe I'll just take it back."

"You can't take back a kiss stupid."

"Don't call me stupid, you're the one who had to have a second kiss."

"Don't pretend you didn't absolutely love it."

He looked deep into my eyes lovingly. "I don't think I could ever pretend to not enjoy kissing you Sona…that's why I want to do it so much."

Smirking back at him I replied. "Oh…there is one last thing…"

He frowned. "You're not going to make me wear something silly are you?"

"Pfft. Geeze I'm not eight you know. No, I've got something far more humiliating in store for you."

"Oh boy…"

"You have to be my boyfriend from now on."

He blinked softly as he looked at me dubiously. "You want me…to be your…boyfriend?" He asked in shock and I nodded.

"Mmhm. I want you to be my boyfriend and I want to be your girlfriend. You're going to take care of me and give me massages every day. You're going to cook breakfast for me and take me on romantic walks, and to the movies, and to picnics. I'm afraid I'm a very high-maintenance kind of girl." He placed his hand on my cheek his viridian eyes shimmering beautifully in the dim light.

"Sona…" he began. I sighed softly. Here it comes, I thought. "I'd absolutely adore being able to be your boyfriend. I was yours a long time ago and I promise I'll be the best boyfriend I could ever possibly be." I looked at him and smiled warmly before kissing his cheek.

"Good. Well then boyfriend, for our first date…I think you should take me to see the sights all around Piltover. And since my boyfriend is such a gentleman, you're also going to let me keep this coat while you take me." He chuckled softly.

"Of course dear. After all, I live only to serve you as well as I can." He teased giving a fake southern accent before his voice went back to normal again. He tilted his head back the way we came and offered me his arm. "Come on…let's go back to the hotel first. I don't think my body is quite ready for a full scale hiking trip tonight."

"Back to the room? On our first date? You may have to slow down there cowboy." I stood up wrapping my arm around his.

"Don't worry…I promise that tonight, I'll make it up to you with the best massage you've ever gotten in your life."

"There better be a strawberry bubble bath waiting for me after you're done too or there'll be hell to pay when I find out."

"Consider it done my love." He whispered before placing a kiss on my cheek. I hugged his arm tightly before refunding my ticket. At last things seemed to be finally going well between the two of us. There is something called the Hedgehog's Dillema…basically the hedgehog greatly wishes for another hedgehog to give it love and affection. But the closer the hedgehogs to get to one another, the more pain they cause each other. That's kind of like Yil and I. But it seemed as if we were both coming over our hedgehog like nature. Laying my head against his shoulder I looked across the street at another couple passing by smiling and laughing with one another. I used to look at those two with jealousy and envy that they could have someone so close to them to share all their secrets with and to joke with. My eyes flowed upward to the soft features of the man who had me on his arm and I could see in his pupilless eyes that he couldn't have been more proud to have me as his own. And I couldn't be more proud to have him.

We trudged our way through the snow until we finally reached the hotel. I smiled relinquishing my grip on my boyfriend's arm to allow him to fish the keys from his pocket before opening the door. That's when I noticed something. "Yil…? What happened to your sling? I was so distracted I almost didn't notice." He turned to look at me in surprise. He had hoped I wouldn't notice.

"Oh…well you know…it was just a dislocated shoulder, the doctors said I was fine so I left it at the hospital." As the door swung open I frowned, there was something he wasn't telling me, but right now I just wanted to leave it as it was. I wouldn't mind letting him off the hook, just for tonight. There was plenty of time to twist his arm in the morning. "Here, go ahead and get ready Sona." He said as he laid a soft towel down on the bed. "I'm going to go into the bathroom for a moment but I want you to be out of those close and laying on your stomach by the time I get back okay?" He handed me another towel. "Just in case you want to cover up more." He explained. I smiled and took the towel from his hand as the door closed. With a smug grin I tossed the towel aside. I wasn't lying when I said I'd make him work for it, and I knew how flustered he'd be to find me completely nude without anything covering me. Taking my clothes off I placed them in a neat pile on the floor next to the bed before sprawling out as he asked, resting my head on my arms. Soon enough Yil was coming back holding a small bottle of oil that came complimentary from the room. "I hope you're…" his words trailed off as he looked down at me, causing the both of us to blush slightly. Clearing his throat he began again. "I hope you're ready. I'm sorry if I'm not too good at this. I haven't exactly had much practice."

I gave him the sexiest grin I could muster before giggling. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do just fine Yil." I could see my stare was making him hot under the collar causing me to only smile more. As he sat beside me on the bed, he poured some of the oil on his hands exhaling onto it. "What are you doing?" I asked laughing at his weird actions.

"Don't you know? You never apply the oil directly."

"Why's that?" He smirked and taking the bottle he put a drop of the oil on my shoulder causing my spine to stiffen at how cold it was. The chill however was quickly replaced as he placed his hand over where the drop has landed, the oil in his hands much warmer and more soothing. "Oh…that's why." I managed to purr into his head as his other hand joined the first, the both of them rubbing long smooth circles over my shoulder blades, making sure to squeeze and rub the parts of my shoulders at my collar. I could immediately feeling my worries and cares slip away as his magical touch seemed to simply erase the stress that had built up over the last view days involving one another. I closed my eyes as his hands slid down my back, making sure to trail that beautiful warmth with it as he began to massage my love handles (though I didn't have any) and the small of my back, each time he'd move he'd press and release tension on my back causing me to give a happy squeak in his head.

That was when his hands slid back upwards curling around under my arms as he leaned in to whisper into my ear. "You know Sona…I don't just have to massage your back you know…" his words were accented by him sliding his arms under me on either side as he straddled my hips, his hands groping and fondling my breasts with their unbelievably pleasurable warmth. Eagerly I rolled over beneath him exposing myself to him with a grin. Leaning down his hands began to rub the warm oil into my tits, and I couldn't help but gasp as he made sure to pay extra attention to my nipples. Leaning closer to me he placed his lips against mine and submissively my own parted, my tongue serving as an escort for his own to enter my mouth and dance. Soft moans would feel his head, replacing the ones that couldn't escape from my throat as his hands went lower down my body. I sucked passionately on his tongue, before feeling his hand right above my pussy.

"Look at you being all naughty…" I gasped as my tongue danced around his. Without a response he continued stroking that area, his fingertips always managing to glide over my mound, but never quite slipping in. My body responded to his touch on its own accord, my legs slipping apart only slightly to allow his delicate tools better access to continue taking my breath away. That's why I was shocked as I felt his warm oiled fingers slip inside of me for the first time. I gave a happy moan for him in hopes of arousing him more and slowly the two he had slipped in began to move slowly, his thumb rubbing my clit and causing my eyes to roll back in pleasure. I had never been touched like this before, not even by myself and I couldn't wait to feel what I would have felt in the library had I not been under his spell. I could feel my legs tightening around his arm as his other hand continued to tease my nipples causing me to arch my back happily. I couldn't help myself any more, I was mentally moaning over and over again like some slutty whore. The thought made me feel dirty…but it also made me feel so very good. One of my hands began to play with my other nipple, as the other rand down the bed to his knee where he was kneeling, running up his leg my hand found what I had wanted it to find…the hard bulge in his pants that I knew would make him mine once and for all. I looked at him to see his cheeks burning red as my fingers skillfully undid his fly. I made sure to lower the zipper very slowly before I gently reached in to his boxers and pulled out the prize that was mine to claim. We both looked into one another's eyes nervously as my hand wrapped around the thick piece of flesh. Oh so slowly I began to slid my fingers up and down his organ causing his breath to catch and his fingers to quicken slightly. Then the game was on.

His cock had become something of a remote control for how I wanted him to pleasure me. The faster I stroked him the faster his fingers moved, the slower I went the slower he moved as well. Whenever I squeezed his soft delicate flesh I could feel his fingers slipping in deeper and I knew that I had him under my control now, just like in the library. "You've been giving me a wonderful massage my love…" I purred playfully. "I think its time I returned the favor."

To be continued in Ch. 12 – A Symphonic Duet…