"That's pretty."
Alan just about leapt off the piano bench when Eric's arms came around his shoulders from behind, pulling him back into the blonde's chest. "Ah?" he asked faintly, tilting his head up to nuzzle into Eric's neck, smiling. "It's nothing much. I've just been working on it because it doesn't want to leave my head, the stubborn thing. A bit like someone I know…" Alan punctuated the last sentence with a quick kiss, smiling at Eric's raised eyebrow. The blonde was sweet, if thick at times.
"Y'know what it reminds me of?" Eric asked suddenly, sliding onto the bench next to Alan and watching him play, hands dancing across the ivory keys. When the brunette's only response was a curious expression, he continued, "Your garden. All th'little sounds comin' together t'make somethin' this nice. It's like each of your flowers all together." Eric looked away, down at Alan's hands again, slightly embarrassed by his uncharacteristic mush.
Alan's laugh brought those green eyes back around, looking questioning. The petite reaper took one hand off the piano to cup his partner's cheek and bring him in for a kiss, murmuring, "You daft thing. It's about you."
Sorry, it's been ages...