Christian woke to the hauntingly beautiful music of the piano. His stared quietly at the ceiling as the resonance of Für Elise drifted into the room. As soon as the song hit a pivotal cheery note the song changed to Moonlight Sonata without missing a beat. Christian stood. It had been ages since the sounds of a piano drifted through the house. He stood from his King Sized bed. Its white silk covers were dulled with age and the once full pillows were now worn. He put on his black slacks and a shirt and walked out of the room. He walked along the hallways, passing the staircase that led to Stephanie's room. His eyes flickered up to her door as he continued walking. He passed by Edge's room on the 1st floor and then turned right into the living room. He paused at the archway, his eyes on Edge as his fingers glided over the piano keys. His hair hung in his face and his eyes were closed in quiet concentration. Christian slowly walked in and sat in his chair. He watched Edge under narrowed eyes until the hypnotic music came to a halt.
Edge slowly lifted his head and turned to Christian. He sighed and gave a small smile. "I'm slightly rusty…" Christian shrugged. "I didn't notice." "I did." Edge and Christian turned to Chris. He was standing under the arch leading into the west wing. He ran his hand through his blond hair and smirked. He walked into to room wearing his silk blue-gray shirt that was buttoned up half way to his chest and his leather pants. Chris shook his head and walked up to Edge, patting his shoulder. "Losing your touch…" Edge stared at Chris as he stood and moved away from the piano. He smiled. "How gracious of you to inform me." Chris sat on his chair. "I know." Chris looked at him. "Well…continue." Edge stared at Chris for a minute and sat down in front of the piano again.
He sighed for a minute, deciding which song he wanted to play. His fingers slid over the key and the sound of Beethoven's Tempest filled the room. Chris watched as his hands moved over the fingers with expertise. He hit the notes perfect--more than perfect. A smug smile covered Chris's face as he played. He did know how to play, he'd give him that. He sighed, his eyes wandering around the room. They fell on Steph, who was standing a few steps away in her silk, mint colored slip. Chris's adam's apple bobbed as he looked at her and then away. Edge's eyes had flicked to Chris. He saw him staring at something passed him so he turned. Causing him to ruin the song with a completely wrong note. Christian chuckled lightly and looked from Stephanie to Edge to Chris. Steph walked behind Edge. "Don't stop. You play lovely." She said softly. She looked at Chris. She paused for a moment. "You never play the violin anymore…" The room grew silent. Chris stood suddenly, knocking his chair over. "What did you say?" Steph looked at him but remained silent. Chris grabbed her by her shoulders. "Answer me! What did you say?" Stephanie's pupils grew. She looked urgently at Edge who only stared intently at her. "Its okay, love. What did you say just now?" Steph looked at all them of them and back to Chris who's eyes had went from saucers to slits. "I--I just said that you played lovely…" "Don't play the role of the idiot now!" Chris spat. "What else did you say?" Edge questioned quietly. "Only that Chris doesn't play anymore…" Steph was on the brink of tears. "What did I do wrong?" Chris's nails dug in her arm. "How did you know I played the violin?" He asked through gritted teeth. Steph squirmed in his grasp. Edge moved forward a step. "You're hurting her Chris." Chris's head snapped to Edge. "I damn well know Im hurting her!" He said wildly. He shook her violently. "Answer me!" "I don't know." She said softly. And then she was screaming it. "I don't know! I don't know!" Chris stopped and looked at her, half crazed. He blinked and pushed her towards Edge. "I want her out of my sight…OUT OF MY SIGHT!" Edge put a comforting arm around her. "Come along, darling." He said softy as he shot a venomous look at Chris. He watched them until they were out of the room and then he turned to Christian. "You heard her…" He spoke quietly. "How does she know…?" Christian looked down. "I…I don't know." Chris turned and watched the licking flames in the fireplace. "She is indeed my punishment." He whispered to the air.
Edge walked Steph into her room and closed the door behind him. She angrily wiped her tears and turned to Edge. "I don't know how much more of his hysterics I can take…" Edge sat on her bed and pulled her into his arms. "He's in a very troubling place right now." "Tessa." She said bitterly. Edge paused. "Yes. Tessa." He said slowly. "But she was you're wife and you aren't going crazy on me…" She stopped for a moment and lifted her head and gave a small gasp when she realized how close Edge's face was to hers. "There was something…going on between them…" She saw a quick glimpse of pain flash over his features. "Yes." He said shortly. "Im sorry." Edge looked at her for a long minute. He caught her of guard when his fingers ran along the side of her face. "Sorry." He whispered. He gave a small laugh. "Always sorry." His lips grazed over hers. Steph closed her eyes. She missed how affection felt. Steph leaned forward, deepening the kiss. His hands combed through her hair. His tongue carefully roamed over hers, testing his boundaries. When he felt hers touch his her pressed her back on the bed. Steph shook under his kiss. They slowly broke. Edge grinned at her. She was the picture. Her eyes closed and beautiful. He ran his thumb over her lips. "All in good time, beauty." He leaned down and kissed her again before leaving the room.
Steph slowly opened her eyes after the door was closed after Edge. She sighed softly.