Chapter 13 - Piano

We ate our meal in silence, I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. But the one thing I was sure of was his cooking skills. They were amazing. Dinner was divine. Stuffing in my last mouthful I dropped my cutlery onto my plate with a content look on my face as I chewed. After I'd swallowed I sighed. "My god man, you can cook!" He swigged his beer washing down his mouthful. "Thanks!"

"I mean it, you really 'oughta do that more often, it's nearly as good as your singing."

He laughed loudly "Now that's embarrassing!"

Yep. He was blushing now.

"Why?" I teased.

"I don't know. Watching me cook and eating it somehow doesn't bother me, but liking my singing does somehow." He cringed.

"Hey! Don't put yourself down. You just played to a packed out arena tour. That says a lot." I swigged my beer.

"No that says the band drowns out my bad vocals." He argued.

"Rubbish, you have a great voice. I won't except anything less. it's raspy, sexy."

Oh Jen! Whoopsie!

Marcus just laughed again as his cheeks got redder.

"OK, maybe not the best review, but I really like it. I bet I could pick you out of a line up of great singers. It's very unique."

He nodded "Lots say that actually, so you have a toned ear. I just lose myself when I sing. When I hear it back, it really doesn't sound like me."

"Just like acting." I agreed, collecting our plates and taking them to the sink.

He spoke strongly, so I would hear. "So this is where it went wrong last time."

"It didn't go wrong." I returned to my seat.

"Felt like it did. You ran out on me." He looked down at his hands shyly.

"It was late." I said truthfully.

"Well it's not late now." His eyes looked back up at me, while his head remained dipped.

What did he mean by that?

"Hmm, what do you want to do then?" Was I could think of to say back to him. I swallowed hard.

Lots of thoughts rushed through my head as to how he could answer.

Clear this counter with one sweep of the arm, rip off your clothes and fuck you hard on it? Then sweep you into my arms and carry you to bed? Lick you all over until you scream my name in ecstasy?

I felt my cheeks redden, giving me away.

"Well I guess I should do the polite thing and offer to do the dishes." I exhaled with gusto. Unaware I was even holding my breath. It broke the tense silence and we just laughed.

.

After we'd cleaned up we decided to watch a movie. I had a copy of the latest Bond movie, we decided on that. We grabbed a few more beers and settled on the sofa. I pulled up my feet beside me to get comfortable. He molded back into it and rested his arm along the back.

About 20 minutes in my phone buzzed. Seeing it was from Tasha I ignored it.

"You not gonna answer that?" He said looking over to me.

"Nope! It was Tash, she can wait." I said not taking my eyes from the screen.

"Oh." He said. He probably figured out what she wanted anyway, I thought. After a paused he said "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah sure, through there on the right." I said pointing to the hallway.

"Thanks." He rose from the chair and followed my hand signals.

Now he'd gone I picked my phone back up and opened Tasha's message.

New Message - Tasha

Tasha: How's it going? Have you humped him yet?

Me: No! It's going fine. Go away.

Tasha: Details! ASAP!

Me: I said go away. x

Tasha: Give him one from me. x

I chuckled aloud and tossed my phone back on the coffee table in front of where we sat. Suddenly I heard soft music playing, sounded like the piano. I rose from the chair and followed the sound. Marcus was sat at my piano, playing the most tantilising tune I'd ever heard.

"There is no end to your talents Mr Perdy." I smirked.

"She's a little out of tune. Sorry I couldn't resist."

How did he talk, look at me and play at the same time? Clever.

"No, play away, by all means. It hasn't been played with for a long time."

Huh! Like a lot of things in this house.

"You don't play much?" He said pausing playing.

"I don't play at all." I confessed.

"What? Not at all? Why on earth is it here then?" He looked shocked.

"Greg played some. Said he was going to teach me. He never got round to it."

Again, like most things in this house!

He started playing another beautiful tune.

"I didn't know it played such lovely music. It didn't sound like that when I tried." I chuckled.

"I can teach you if you want?"

Oh Yeahh Baby! ..Get your mind out the gutter Jen!

"Lord no! I'm not any good with music at all!" I shook my head.

"Don't be silly anyone can play." That crooked smile returned and his eyes sparkled as they looked at me.

"Not me. I'm best at listening to it, believe me."

He began a new tune, one I recognized. One of his own. He began singing along to it.

How surreal was this. Marcus Perdy playing my piano and singing to me.

Tasha would piss her pants!

I stood there absorbing the music, witnessing him getting lost in amongst the words. He really was fantastic.

Rapidly, all too soon the evening came to its end. I leaned against the piano where he sat and thanked him for playing for me.

"That's OK, my pleasure." He sighed softly.

"Thank you for cooking too." I added.

"That was also a pleasure." He rose silently from the stool and placed down the lid gently over the keys. I looked down and pushed my naked toes deep into the shag-pile, feeling suddenly shy.

" Jen, I had a wonderful evening, and.." He paused making me look up into his emerald glinting eyes. "..I really like you."

"Thank you for coming." My voice was all but a wobbly whisper, making me feel sixteen again.

"Why does it feel like we are teenagers here?" He said awkwardly.

"I was just thinking that myself." I sniggered.

He held out his hand and I took it, pulling me closer to him he bit his lip nervously. Taking my other hand too he swung them between us. "Look, I'm not looking for information or money, gees I have my own. I just.."

"What are you looking for Marcus?" I felt him hitch his breath as I said his name.

Did I have that effect on him too?

He took a deep breath and blew it out. He let go of my hands to slip them through to my waist and lowered them to rest on my ass cheeks, pulling me in till our bodies met. Automatically I lifted my arms and linked them behind his neck.

With his face now inches from mine he whispered "You."

My eyes locked onto his and I began to move in for a kiss, until he pulled his head back slightly away from me.

Shit! He wasn't ready for the kiss!

"Oh, sorry! I thought.." I withdrew my arms and began to move back but he said. "No.." and moved my hands back around his neck. ".. I wasn't refusing you." He was grinning again and pulled me close once more. I said nothing. I'd suddenly forgotten how to speak. "I was going to say..I can't keep walking away from you Jen. I don't want too. I think about you constantly. I wake from dreaming about you with a...a...in a state!" He blushed, but continued. "I don't know what I can give you?"

"I don't want anything, I don't ask for anything." I sighed I had to get this out.

Yes I do...Sex, and lots of it!

"I think about you too. A lot!" I laughed the last bit out.

That was it, he'd heard enough. He rammed his face hard against mine, suddenly we were kissing, deeply, lustfully. My vision went black like the late evening sky. It must have been bonfire night too, because I started to see fireworks shoot past my eyelids. Colour filled explosions of pure passion. It left us both panting as we parted, but he managed to say. "I don't want to go."

I wanted more too, so I said the first thing that came Into my mind. "Then don't!"

He smiled and let out a small "hhhh" sound, like he couldn't believe I wanted the same thing, a sound of relief.

Within seconds we were locked together again. He bent slightly and picked up my legs and wrapped them tightly around his hips.

Shit! That wasn't a dream last night! It was a fucking premonition!

Walking forwards, he slammed me against against my hallway wall eager to gain some resistance. My head span and my heart thumped. I'd not experience urgency like this before in my entire life. The passion overload made me giddy. Thank goodness he was holding me up right then, as my legs had turned to jelly. Corny I know, but they had.

He pulled away from my lips just long enough to breathlessly say "Bedroom!" Exactly one second later I panted. "Here!"

He didn't need telling twice. Pushing me harder to the wall with his torso, he let my legs drop so he could slide both hands up my thighs under my skirt and hooked two fingers either side of my hips into the elastic of my knickers, with one swift move he dispensed of the tiny slither of my thong.

"Shit!" He breathed hard as he dealt with his belt and fastenings on his trousers. I watched panting as he dropped his trousers and boxers in once foul swoop. Not even bothering to waste time removing his shirt he ripped open a condom packet and slid the content on himself. At least he came prepared.

He lifted me again and I clung to his neck, the kissing restarted and I swore loudly as he slid straight into me. I clawed my fingers through his tousled hair gripping clumps by the roots. Tilting my head to the side I gained greater depth in the kiss. He pulled away from my mouth to curse.

"Oh Fuck!" He growled as he continued to pound into me. He turned the attention of his mouth to my neck. Planting tiny kisses all over my sensitive skin. My nails dug deeper into his sweaty back, pawing him closer, not that it was possible to get any closer than he was right now. The pace increased along with my heartbeat. Until I could take it no longer, my eyes rolled back into my head, the fireworks built into their crescendo. With a loud cry we climaxed together. He rested his head against the wall beside me as we came back to earth. He didn't let me go, till we both regained some composure.

"Fuck woman you are Incredible!" He hummed adjusting his dress. "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that!"

"Ditto and you're not so bad yourself!" I shimmied my skirt down covering my post random sex embarrassment.

"I'll, just go get rid of this." He said holding the used contraceptive.

That never happened in the films either. Quickly I ran my finger though my hair, the 'Just fucked' style wasn't attractive. He returned looking slightly embarrassed and with messy hair too.

"That was pudding by the way." He smiled breaking the ice, coming over to hug me again. I sighed, happy, sated and wrapped in his arms. "I like pudding."

He chuckled and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I meant what I said before by the way, by the piano."

I ran my hands up and down his shirt back, pulling back to look at his eyes. "Me too." I smiled happily.

"So what we going to do about it?"

"Don't go." I said and pleading with him inside my head.

He must have heard it, because that night I lay in his arms; cosy in my king size, and with a stupid smile on my face.

I didn't dream about him that night. I didn't have to, he was right there next to me. Sleeping like a baby.

A/N: OOoooh sauce. Nice! I ever so slightly like Marcus Perdy. *blush*

Thank you to my fellow Perdy lover Twihard till I die. I'm glad he make you feel better ;o)

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