A breeze flowed into the room, touching her skin and sheets. She laid on her back, feet near the headboard and her head resting near the side of the bed. The white sheets were scattered over her body and her black nightdress was slightly wrinkled. She opened her eyes.
He sat on the floor beside her bed. He gazed upon her through his thin wire framed glasses. His white pajama set contrast perfectly with his dark blue hair. A playful smile was on his mouth. The moonlight danced on him perfectly; as if he was an angel.
She lifted her head. "Were you waiting for me long?"
"I'd wait forever," his lips answered. He leaned closer to her and kissed her eyelids.
It tickled a little and she let out a giggle. She turned to the other side of the bed and sighed. The harp stood tall, in its wooden structure: painted gold with delicate strings between its frame. It could not play itself. She let out a sigh. "I can't seem to play it."
"Why not?" he asked.
"I just don't seem to have the heart for it."
"Oh, my Darling," he called to her. "You'll find a muse; I'm sure of it. You just need to relax."
She looked up at him curiously. "Darling?"
His smile reappeared. "Don't you wish for me to call you 'Darling'?"
She sighed, dreamily. "All the time." His voice was soothing and yet it made her have a sudden anxious feeling that she couldn't shake off. When he called her that, it made her heart pound in her chest. She laid her head down, raven locks cascading down the edge of the bed.
He pulled himself on the bed and sat on it. His hand started at her shoulder, down her arm, on her waist, on the curve of her hip, down her thigh and ended at her ankle.
"Why," she started, "Why are you here?"
"Because you want me here," he said as he moved his hand up her calf. "Don't you?"
"Hm...yes, I do," her amethyst eyes sparkled.
He leaned down and kissed her lips for a brief moment. The taste of his kiss was warm and she wanted more.
She held out her hand and he clasped it. Their fingers intertwined and he placed a kiss on each fingertip. Then he proceeded to planting a trail of kisses down her shoulder to her wrist.
"You're sweet," he teased.
"My lips are sweeter," she said back.
His midnight gaze stayed upon her. How beautiful his eyes were; so deep and captivating. It took her breath away.
He gave her his kiss again, burying his hand at the nape of her neck. She sat up and placed one hand on his chest and another on the bed for support. Their lips danced, touching each other in rhythm and giving each other full bliss. His hand caressed her bare back that the nightgown revealed.
When they pulled away, she pulled off his glasses and placed them aside. She brushed his blue bangs aside, gave him another kiss on his lips, then one on his jaw.
"You will stay with me, won't you?" she asked as she laid back down on her back.
He grasped her hand again and placed it on the bed, while his other hand was at her waist. He leaned in close to her. "Always," he whispered huskily, brushing their lips together.
She opened her mauve eyes. She woke up in her bedroom. The only source of light was coming from her nightstand lamp. She saw the harp sitting beside the bed.
Play, My Darling... his voice sang.
She scooted beside it and began to touch the strings, filling the room with the harp's magic.
...fin...
(Note: Ok, it was about 11 pm at night, my head was hanging over the bed and I was thinking that I haven't written a good sappy fic in a while (I'm a romance sap). Then, before I passed out due to the blood in my brain, the idea came and I was like "Oh! Glorious day!" So, sure, they're severely OCC but it's sappier that way. Thanks for reading.)