0 comments/ 7767 views/ 2 favorites The Composer... By: kylea The Composer: A Confession of a Dream * * * For the lion, and the blue boy The Composer... A guard behind me explained with a sneer in his voice, before I could speak, 'We found her wandering in the house, m’lord. She claims she brings something of importance to you, which she cannot deliver to anyone save you yourself.' I knew that my appearance was less than grand at this point, after all I had suffered trying to reach you. I was keenly aware of all the hair that had gone astray, the hemline of the dress that had become tattered and dirty, the bruises and marks I had suffered during my journey. You looked down at me, consideringly, and I felt the unshed tears welling in my eyes, for never had it occurred to me, until just then, that all my trials may have been in vain, for you might summarily dismiss me, and what would I do then? I had come so far... I hung my head and awaited your judgement. You looked back at the guards, and, waving a languorous hand, you said 'Thank you, you have done well.' My breath caught, and I dared to look at you again. The guards didn't seem happy about it, but they bowed and left us. When the echoes of their feet had died away, and the boom of the doors being shut had faded, you again looked me in the face. I trembled. There was a sudden softening about your eyes at this, and you reached forward slowly and brushed a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. 'Do not be afraid,' and you smiled at me. I found the courage to speak. 'I... have something for you' I said, putting my hands to the laces. You stirred, perhaps in denial, but quickly I looked up at you, imploringly, 'Please,' I said, 'it is not what you think.' You arched an eyebrow, but allowed me to continue. I unlaced the bodice carefully, modestly trying to cover that which I had fought so hard to bare to no one but you. Reverently, I brought out the music and placed it in your hand. The paper was warm, and smelled of my perfume. Your eyes widened in surprise as you flipped through the pages, and you looked at me in wonder. 'How did you come by this? I thought it was lost to me forever!' At that, my entire story tumbled out from the time that I had found myself in front of the mirror, through the carriage ride, into the street with the thugs, until you interrupted me at 'I will yield to the composer, and no other!' During the course of the telling, I had drawn closer to you, until I was sitting at your feet with my legs bent to one side, my hands resting on your knee. You suddenly grasped the loose ends of the laces on my bodice (which I had forgotten to lace back up) and, wrapping them around your hand, you pulled me closer, looking calmly into my eyes. There was a smoulder there, and I trembled again that it was directed at me. I thought, belatedly, perhaps I had unwittingly and quite innocently taunted you too much by forgetting my laces... You set the music on the corner of the piano without taking your eyes off mine, and then brought that free hand around my waist to support my back as it was arched toward you. 'You would yield to me?' you demanded, your eyes boring into mine. I recalled now the leers of the guards, and thought 'I am neither the first nor the last to tell him so; how am I better than a thousand strumpets who have come before me? How am I more worthy than the finest lovers of his divine sonatas that have made the same statement?' I felt my soul laid bare. 'And none other,' I whispered helplessly, finishing my vehement earlier denial to my would-be captor. I felt the heat rising in my face, and I knew I was blushing all the way to my breasts. I was sure this did not escape your notice, which only made me blush all the more fiercely. 'Why?' I felt that the answer to this question was vitally important to you and I did not want to disappoint you. I had dreaded the asking, and now here I was faced with the one opportunity to prove myself worthy above the others. All the feelings your music had evoked in me came welling to the surface, and for a moment, I could not speak, but you must have read it in my eyes. I whispered 'your music...' and faltered. 'It is the sound of my soul.' You looked at me searchingly and I said, finally, more boldly, 'Your music makes my soul weep with ecstasy. My heart shattered at its cessation, for I cannot bear the silence that follows it, so like death.' There was nothing more that I could say, and I looked at you defiantly, daring you to find fault with me. You must have found none, for you kissed me then, your lips soft, pressing gently against mine, sensuous as silk, and my eyes fluttered closed as your arms wrapped strongly about my waist. I felt my breasts pressed against the soft fabric of your shirt, and your hands upon my sides; our kiss kindled a fire in my belly, and I pressed against you. I felt you smile against my lips as your embrace tightened deliciously. I melted. You tangled a hand in my hair and tugged gently, I wound my arms 'round your neck. You began to rise to your feet, pulling me with you. When we were standing, our bodies still pressed tightly, you looked down into my eyes. Purposefully, you reached up between us and wrapped my bodice ties around your hand once more, tugging them taut, making me exhale sharply. You backed toward the stairs, keeping your eyes on mine, step by step, drawing me with you. I followed at the end of that tether, my back arched with the pull of the strings. We climbed the stairs like that, passing long, tall windows cut into the stone, a view of the midnight tides far below. Behind an oaken door at the top of the stairs a huge four-poster canopy bed posed against the left wall and dominated the room. It had delicately worked posts, covered in carvings of vine roses, the wood polished and stained to a deep cherry red. Pure white linens and sheer drapes graced the bed with elegance. A wrought iron scrollwork mirror and glass-topped console rested against the right wall, with a vase of spun glass in all the shades of the sea and silver filigree holding the year’s most exquisite white lilies. Diaphanous white curtains billowed from open windows and the smell of sea, jasmine, and lavender gusted across the room. An ocean grey throw kept the cold of the hard stone from freezing unwitting toes. The curtains settled as you shut the door quietly behind you. Startled, I turned. I had not even realised you had let go of my tether, much less that I had been drawn across the room to stare out at the sea. There was something there in that wild roar, something I was missing. The place in my mind where my past resided ached with the swell and crash of the water. I turned to see you standing there against the door, my heart in my throat. My hands began to shake, and I held one with the other behind my back, trying to hide it. You strode across the room, your boots making no sound on the floor, until you could look down on me, our bodies so close, a sharp breath would make us touch. I closed my eyes and inhaled your scent… vanilla, cedar… so familiar. Your hands brushed up the sides of my face, cradling my jaw between them and tilting my face up. I opened my eyes to see yours right above me. I closed my eyes again, and closed that little gap, going up on my tiptoes. ‘I have missed you,’ you whispered. My body instinctively arched forward as our lips met, crushing my breasts against your chest. My arms went around your back, my fingers curling to scratch or grasp as your tongue invaded my mouth. You pulled my hips closer with an encircling arm, the other hand tangling in my hair. You lifted me off the ground - still never breaking the kiss, as my knees gave way - and carried me to the bed effortlessly. You carried me to the bed, your strong arms wrapped about me. Something about being in your arms was like coming home – felt right and natural, familiar. Your words echoed and tumbled in my mind… touching the empty spot where my memories should have been. We sank down among the pillows, your weight settling comfortably on top of me. Your lips left trails of fire down my skin as your fingers deftly released the ties of my bodice. I slid my hands down your ribs, grabbing handfuls of your shirt, and tugged it out of the top of your trousers. My hands hungrily found the bare skin of your chest underneath, as you possessed my mouth again, my fingers spreading across your stomach. I tugged the shirt up over your head, and we broke the kiss momentarily, quickly returning to each other again as the barrier was removed. Your naked chest pressed against mine, deliciously hot against my cool skin. Your hair fell across my face, and I closed my eyes, nuzzling into the hollow of your shoulder. You kissed up the side of my neck, your hands and arms circling my waist and sliding the dress off of me. My fingers found the buttons down the front of your pants and I sat up, pressing my breasts to your chest and my lips to yours as I let each button loose. You crawled forward, pressing me back against the bed as I slid them off your hips. You pulled your legs free, kicking the pants to the floor with your boots as our lips met again. I tangled my fingers in your hair, arching my back against your chest as you slid a knee between my thighs. I gasped, one leg rising off the bed reflexively to wrap around the one between my thighs. My hips rose to meet yours as your mouth trailed hot kisses down my neck. My fingernails scratched lightly down your back, and I marvelled at the strength of the muscles there. Though I was distracted, your words still echoed in my mind… you had missed me? I have been here before? The questions, incessant, maddening. I tried to focus on your hands sliding across my belly, followed closely by your kisses. I arched my back as the trail inevitably led between my legs, my hands tangling in your hair. All coherent thought was driven completely out of my head as you breached the barrier of my panties and flung them aside. I gasped, writhing on the bed as your tongue slid inside me. You reached up and captured my hands with your own, pulling me taut against your lips and arching my back. I moaned as your kisses travelled up the inside of my thigh, leaving me shuddering from the sudden intensity gone. You looked up and smiled at the expression on my face, your strong, beautiful hands sliding up my stomach. As your fingers splayed across my breasts, I heard again the piano as you had played it, echoing in my mind, your sonata played out upon my skin with breath and lips and tongue. I heard the slow beginnings, the soft strains of chords mingling as you kissed your way up my stomach, divesting yourself of your remaining articles of clothing along the way. My hands played along your muscled arms as they flexed, drawing you ever further up my body. Your weight settled deliciously against my chest as you lowered yourself over me for a kiss, pressing your thigh between my legs. I arched my back, which pressed my breasts against you. I revelled in the caress of your chest hair against them. You pushed yourself up, supporting yourself above me with both arms, and I took the opportunity to slide a hand down between us, and wrap my fingers around your thick, hard length. As you closed your eyes, I realised that I could not close my fingers around you, and this brought a small sound to my lips. Your response was amazing, your eyes, drowning deep as you bent to possess my mouth again. Your hand slid down my side and across my belly; I gasped and bucked as you slipped a finger inside me. You murmured something in my ear, but I was too far gone to hear it, as you slipped your other leg in between mine and settled yourself against my hips. You wrapped your arms around my shoulders, cradling my head in your hands, and looked into my eyes. I put my hands on your hips, raising my knees to either side of you and gently pressed myself against you, the unspoken request implicit. You carefully, slowly entered me, inch by agonising inch, as I shuddered and writhed beneath you, my moans releasing into your mouth as your tongue and cock invaded me simultaneously. I was breathless as you paused, fully inside me, so large, and I, I must have been so tight to you. I finally opened my eyes, to find you looking down at me, your smile full of sex and promise. You ran your fingers down the side of my face, tenderly, and I nuzzled your hand, kissing and sucking on the fingertips as you passed them over my lips. I delighted in the gasp this brought from you. You kissed me then, hungrily, as your flexed your hips against me. This tore a cry of passion from my throat, and I tossed my head back against the pillows reflexively. I bucked beneath you like a wild thing, every brush of your chest against mine sending electric jolts straight from my nipples to my very centre. Your pace picked up as my hips met yours, insistently, to match the crashing chords of the sonata playing in my mind. My voice rose in pitch, my breath coming in staccato gasps. I wrapped my legs around yours, meeting your every thrust, though it made me shudder. I bit my lip, my voice growing quieter, my moans coming out in panting gasps. I heard your breath, hot against my ear, a low moan with every movement. I rocked my hips against you, so near the precipice, and felt myself growing ever tighter about you. My back arched, suddenly, at the power of the crescendo; I’m sure I screamed… I know I scratched you, then, my love, I saw the marks later. You cried out with me as our bodies seared in that hot wave. The movement of your body slowed to a stop as the last strains of the sonata faded from my consciousness. You hung your head, resting a moment inside me, your hair falling about us like a curtain. I brushed the hair from your face, and you turned your lips to my palm, kissing my hand. My ragged breath returning to normal, I gasped and shuddered as you pulled away from me to fall on the bed beside me. You gathered me into your arms, and I fell to sleep against your chest in a matter of moments, finally secure in your embrace, the crashing of the waves against the beach lulling me peacefully once more into slumber.