The quiet tinkering of pianissimo notes greeted me as I made my way back downstairs after seeing Annie and her friends off to bed.

The pianist was the man who had just begun to open his heart to me. A man I had given my own heart to long ago. Not that I'd made him aware of that, not until this morning.

It wasn't until Annie and all the other girls had rushed outside to take turns on her new toboggan that Oliver and I finally got to talk about the feelings between us we both could see were starting to come to light.

There'd been hushed "I love you's" and quiet kisses in the midst of a chaotic and emotional day and for those few moments with him, confessing our love and exploring our new and tentative intimacy, the world seemed to stand still.

The girls had come back inside for dinner after that. It was by far the noisiest his dining room had ever been but certainly a meal filled with unparalleled joy.

And now the children were asleep, or tucked up into their beds at least, and the house had fallen quiet yet again - save for the delicate playing on the Steinway.

"I can't believe I never knew until yesterday how splendidly you play", I murmured softly as I sat down beside him on the piano stool.

"At least I've managed to keep some mystery between us all these years."

"Only some? Oh, I suspect there's a lot I still have left to uncover about you, Mr. Warbucks", I replied flirtatiously, watching his eyes light up in surprise.

I grinned softly as I placed my own hands on the higher octaves and began to play an improvised treble melody along to his lower notes.

"Why Miss Farrell, you're a woman of many talents. Some known to me and some still hidden." His tone was full of curiosity and wonderment and I felt a buzz of excitement go up my spine because of it.

He reached across me to play some higher tones, his hand covering mine on a couple of occasions, causing my skin to tingle under his touch.

Then he unexpectedly leaned into me and kissed my neck and my whole body became hot.

My playing faltered as I turned my head to capture his lips with my own. He too stopped playing and before my brain could even register the silence, his arms were around me, pulling me hard against him.

His kisses were lascivious and heady, making my head spin with the desire I could feel passing from him to me.

Without warning, he scooped me up in his arms and lifted me as if I weighed nothing, placing me delicately down on the top of the piano. My heart thumped in shock and surprise. What was he going to do with me up here?

I didn't have to wonder long. Not caring that anybody could see, he lifted my dress and seductively removed my undergarments. Holding down my wrists against the cool wood of the piano lid, he began to service me with his mouth.

I could barely breathe for the sensations he stirred within me. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop my screams from alerting the whole house to what we were doing. My feet played beautiful discords on the piano keys as I needily pushed myself up into him.

My eyes watered as I shattered and grabbed the back of his head with the hand not covering my mouth. Panting heavily, I sat up and fell forward into his arms, kissing him wantonly, shuddering as his hands grasped my hips.

He picked me up again effortlessly and carried me upstairs to his bedroom. Without words to express it, his intentions were clear and so were my expectations.

He sat me down on his bed. My hands immediately reached for his shirt, unbothered with the buttons, I tore it from him, my lustfulness for him climbing at a rapid pace.

I pressed my face into his chest and breathed him in. His scent was so dizzyingly alluring. I ran my open mouth across his torso while my hands busied themselves with his belt.

As soon as his trousers fell, I yanked his underwear down along with them, needing him quickly, badly.

I pulled him roughly to me, taking him into my mouth, moaning in harmony with him. The feeling was new for me, unfamiliar yet not unpleasant. I rejoiced in the taste of him on my tongue and in the feeling of having him under my control.

He swiftly regained that control when he pushed me back on the bed and climbed on top of me. My eyes sparkled up at his and I smiled to signal my permission before he entered me in one smooth motion.

A sound fell out of my mouth that I'd never made before. It wasn't tuneful or lilting. It was rough and unwomanly. Oliver didn't seem to care in the slightest, if anything it stirred him on.

He was relentless, impressive for a man of his age and as his eyes went wide as if seeing for the first time, I nodded at him encouragingly, not caring what consequence there may have been.

He collapsed on top of me and I held him close, soothing his head with my warm hand.

We lay that way, cradled in each other's arms until we fell asleep, both of us incredibly satiated and totally spent. The sweet, sweet music we'd made together, even lovelier than his piano playing.