She placed her hand ever so lightly over the pale body, her tips were barely touching, merely brushing along the curves, all the way down – earning a shudder of anticipation as response. Her hands travelled, on their own accord- her mind delirious by the heavy breathing her ears received, curious what sound she would evoke if she stroked there… or here… a little further…oh, just a little… but then- she stopped.
Her eyes searched for the red hues beside her, teased them for a change- in an almost competitive manner.
"Please..."
It was everything she needed to hear…
Natsuki pushed her fingers down the keys, in an attempt to play a tune that sounded more like an animal dying than an actual piece of music.
"-don't!! ", was all Shizuru could utter before she cringed at the noise her girlfriend's fingers forced out of the poor instrument – and to think what melodies those fingers were actually capable of evoking of her… really, it was a pain to watch…
With a sigh she turned around and left the infantile woman abusing the piano by herself to make a cup of tea. But really, who would have thought that she would react this way upon seeing that Shizuru accidentally dyed her biker suit in 'the-most-horrid-eye-cancer-inducing-neon-pink-that-would-even-put-the-Doutonbori-Hello-Kitty-shop-to-shame' ( how she succeeded in doing so, will forever stay her secret ), not that Natsuki knew anything of the shop's three-floor interior, mind you. Of course, this wouldn't have been enough to cause her current act of acoustic violation – it was Shizuru's dry 'It's not pink, it's pastel magenta.'-remark and the realization that it indeed glowed neon pink in the dark that made her glower dangerously at her significant other.
Oh well… green tea will do.