As Lauren Lewis walked calmly down the long hallway of the light fae complex, she began to feel tired and aching as the day took it's toll on her. Her feet were scraping on the concrete flooring, her mind longing to shut down, and as she turned down another hallway her ears picked up something faint and languid.

Was that music?

Lauren finally came to her door, she had found the closer she got to her apartment the louder the soft music progressed, and she put her ear on the cold wood. The music swelled and she chose that moment to quietly unlock it and open it slightly.

Her girlfriend, Tamsin, was sitting with a large instrument in front of her- the cello- and the long neck was to the left of her head. She was moving, swaying to the beautiful music she was creating, her right arm moving slowly onto the strings with the bow.

Lauren stood there, in the entryway of her home, staring at the back of the woman she loved. It was the first time to ever see Tamsin showing such emotion, showing such passion, for what she was doing. Her body was resting on the post of the door as she watched, her legs crossing, as she listened.

Tamsin's languid motions with her arm moved faster as the melody she was playing picked up. Jerking her arm back and forth along the strings, the instrument produced a quickening in Lauren's heart, and she could imagine a short chase scene from masked assailants.

Faster and faster Lauren ran, bam, she crashed into the under-brush. Running faster and faster, Lauren tried to breath but she found it so constricting but then!-

Tamsin's arm motions became soft again, and Lauren could imagine herself being saved. Being saved by Tamsin's gentle arms as she fought off the predators that were chasing her.

The music cascaded over Lauren in beautiful waves. She had never experienced something so beautiful before. If she were not leaning on the entryway of the door, she would be moving her head, her body, just as Tamsin was to the music. Lauren had never heard the song before, and she wished Tamsin would play it for her one day.

Lauren's running thoughts were let at ease when Tamsin played a few last notes, and then placed her right arm down onto her leg. She looked down, sighed, and Lauren wondered if this was some type of torture for her; something that reminded her of her… past. The past she had never shared with Lauren no matter how many times she asked.

Not that she was all that big on details of her own past.

"That was beautiful," Lauren whispered.

Tamsin turned violently, almost dropping the fine instrument but caught it the last minute, holding it powerfully in her left hand. Her face, instead of surprise, turned to anger and she said, "How long have you been standing there?"

"I- just for a few minutes. I didn't mean to interrupt."

"Whatever." Tamsin moved to the kitchen island and placed the bow softly against the linoleum. She propped up her cello onto the island as well and came back to the chair. Lifting it, she looked at Lauren and said, "What are you doing back so early?"

Lauren came into the apartment and closed the door gently. "The case didn't take very long. Bo and Dyson went after the fae that was involved and they sent me back home, I wouldn't be of help in the capture anyways. That was a beautiful melody, where's it from?"

"Drop it, doc." Tamsin moved the chair back to the window and glared at the doctor. Her eyes softened just a fraction and she said, "I'll tell you sometime later. Do you want me to cook you anything or something?"

The blonde laughed. "A peanut butter and jelly sandwich again or something more exquisite?"

"Hey, I can make an excellent sandwich!"

"Mmm, yeah," Lauren said, hiding her smile with her hand.

Tamsin lunged at Lauren and the two women laughed as Tamsin picked her up and put her over her shoulder. Tamsin smacked Lauren's butt and the darker blonde yelped and whooped with laughter.

The cello was forgotten, only for a moment, as Lauren made Tamsin something to eat. The women talked of many things, none getting close to either of their pasts, and finally they went to bed.

Lauren would ask about the cello, she would get more and more curious as she came home early a few more times and hear Tamsin's elegant melodies, but not that night. That night was smooth and nice. Just as Tamsin's motions across the strings.

Soon, Lauren told herself, soon.

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