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"I'll Take You… Back To Borginia,
2024!"
Oneshot for Gefrierpunk, by Croik
"It is a beautiful
song," Lamiroir concluded.
"It would have to
be," Klavier replied as he stretched his weary shoulders. "It came from us."
Lamiroir chuckled. Even
her laughter was music itself, and it made Klavier smile every time. He continued to work the tension out of his
body while Lamiroir stood, and moved to pour herself
a glass of water. They had been at it
for hours now, nestled away in her charming European apartment: Klavier hunched
over his guitar, a notepad by his side; Lamiroir
seated with perfect posture on one end of the sofa, singing his words. They made for an inspiring pair, and long
into the night they had shared their melodies as easily as long time partners.
Klavier couldn't remember
feeling a creative drive quite like this in his life. The wooden guitar Lamiroir
offered him for the night had started out a shy and awkward stranger, but now
it sang beneath his fingertips with effortless delight. Though it was by now nearing twenty-four hours
since he had last slept he had not felt any moment of fatigue until the
completion. Their song was
finished. It was a tender, simple
creation, nothing that would win awards but certainly not without merit. Klavier could not have been more pleased with
himself.
Lamiroir returned, offering Klavier a glass of water. He thanked her happily and at last set aside
the guitar so he could accept. "You'll
sing it with me onstage, ja?" he encouraged
after having taken a sip. "You're
going to be touring the States soon anyway."
"I do not believe a stop
in
Lamiroir reached up, at long last removing her hood, followed
by her veil. Klavier had been so intent
on their writing that evening that he had barely noticed she was still wearing
them. But now, watching her full face
being exposed for the first time, Klavier couldn't help but feel a faint sense
of shock. Though much older than him, Lamiroir was unmistakably beautiful, with her soft features
and long, silk-smooth hair. Even the act
of removing her cloak and folding it carefully was graceful.
"Mr. Gavin?"
Klavier shook himself, and
realized that he had been staring in silence for an awkward amount of
time. "Ah, yes," he said
quickly. "I'd love that. You'll talk to your manager?"
"Of
course." Lamiroir began to
remove her earrings, and next the thick bangles holding her hair. Though her eyes seemed to flicker over him,
he knew she wasn't actually seeing him. "It
should be no problem at all."
"Good." Klavier watched her closely; he felt a bit
guilty of taking advantage of her disability, but he could hardly be
blamed. He smiled. "It's good to finally see your
face," he said after a moment.
"Hm? Oh!"
Lamiroir touched her cheek, and then smiled
shyly as she went about removing the last bangle. "Forgive me. I am so used to wearing my costume that I
forget sometimes how much it really hides."
Her modest smile made
Klavier's chest tighten mysteriously. It
was such a simple gesture, but that in itself reminded
him of how different Lamiroir was from usual the
women that paraded through his life.
Though their reputations in the music world were comparable, in their
hours of acquaintance she had treated him as no more and no less than a peer. No fannish
squealing, no swooning, no shallow declarations of love; just a woman, quiet
and sincere, enjoying him for his talent and nothing else.
Klavier licked his lips. The atmosphere was already warm and pleasant
thanks to the satisfaction of their song-making, and he could not help
himself. "You shouldn't wear it so
much," he told her knowingly.
"I know it's part of your gimmick to be
mysterious. But a face as beautiful as
yours should be a gift to the world."
He had made a lot of women
blush in his career, but it had never been as much of an accomplishment as it
was when Lamiroir's cheeks reddened. Her fingers, which had reached to comb
through her hair, stopped self consciously.
"I am…flattened?"
Klavier chuckled; her mistake
made her even more charming.
"Flattered," he corrected gently. "But it's not flattery! It's the truth." Jealous of her hands, he edged closer along
the sofa, and gently touched a lock of her hair. "I didn't think anything could be as
lovely as your voice, but I might have been wrong."
Lamiroir found his hand, and gently eased it away from her
hair. But the contact of warm skin only
encouraged Klavier more, as did her darkening blush. "You do not have to…tease me," Lamiroir said with good humor, being careful of her
words. "I already like you very
much."
She reached to pat his knee,
but just as she did so Klavier edged closer again, and instead her hand fell
inadvertently against the inside of his thigh.
Though such a simple and innocent mistake, the gentle pressure of her
delicate fingers heightened Klavier's senses with a jolt. All through the night they had sung and
laughed and shared, and all at once those feelings of mirth and content
sharpened into something much more potent: a sudden stirring in his gut he
hadn't felt in a long time.
Lamiroir must have felt how he tensed, because she too
halted. For a moment she even seemed to
hold her breath as her hand remained still and uncertain. It was such a more subdued reaction than his
teenaged fans would have taken, had they found themselves with an opportunity
to touch him, and yet that made it all the more fascinating to watch. When she began to regain her composure and
retrieve her hand, Klavier hastily prevented her by covering her hand with his.
"Mr. Gavin…." Lamiroir did not
squirm, did not try to move closer or ease away. It was the impeccable posture with which she
held herself that enthralled Klavier so much, and he was tempted to push her
further if only to see the remarkably maturity with which she responded to
it. He could tell she was not wholly
unaffected, though: she was flushed, and when her lips parted her breath could
be heard as a quiet hiss through them.
"Lamiroir…" Klavier wasn't sure where the sudden spur of
confidence came from, but he was suddenly determined to see it through. He gave her hand a squeeze. "You know…when musicians like us create
a song together, it's almost like…conceiving a child," he teased softly.
"Please," Lamiroir replied hurriedly.
She turned her head away from him shyly.
"Mr. Gavin, you tease too much.
There are much younger women whom you can talk like that to."
"No, there aren't,"
Klavier was just as quick to correct her.
"There aren't any other women like you." The moment he said the words was the moment
he understood them the best, and his heart began to pound as he inched closer
still, until they were hip to hip.
"You're the most amazing person I've ever met, Lamiroir. Not just as a musician, but…so much
more." As goofy and awkward as he
felt for his clichéd compliments, after so many hours of pouring out his
sincerity through his music he couldn't hold back.
"You are…speaking too
big," Lamiroir tried to say, though her English
was faltering. "I am not…"
Klavier reached out himself
this time, drawing his hand smoothly along the top of her thigh. Lamiroir's voice
instantly cut off as she stiffened beneath the touch. He could feel the rise of excitement in her,
but it was so gradual, so subdued that it made him ache
to try and match her restraint. It was
as if each reaction occurred one at a time: the tensing of the muscles along
her thighs; the almost unnoticeable arching of her back; the pursing of her
lips as she gulped. Klavier watched each
sign with close, shameless attention, and was filled with a surge of arousal he
couldn't remember experiencing so strongly before. She had given so much of herself to him
already through her voice, and he wanted more.
His body wanted so much more.
"Lamiroir…" Klavier wanted to tell her of this sudden
exhilaration he felt, and more than that of all the many reasons he adored
her. But only his hands were interested
in speaking now, and the one at her thigh began to stroke up and down her leg,
grabby and anxious like that of an inexperienced teenager. He would have been beside himself with
embarrassment had he been any more self aware, but thankfully her shivering was
intoxicating.
"You are be…very
child," Lamiroir scolded brokenly, but as she
finally began to squirm beneath his caress he sensed no refusal in her. Though seemingly very confused by the sudden
turn of events, she made no move to stop him as he began gathering up her long
white dress. Surely, she must have felt
it as well--the strange excitement brought on by their pooling of talent. Her breath quickened the closer Klavier came
to touching bare skin.
At last Klavier had worked
her skirt up to her knees, and with a quiet hum of delight he slid his hand
beneath it. The massage of his eager
fingers against the inside of her thighs drew from Lamiroir
a startled gasp. She quickly snapped her
knees tightly together, but it only succeeded in trapping Klavier between them.
"It was be…has been…a long time," Lamiroir
tried to explain her uncertainty, even as she leaned against Klavier's shoulder. He could feel her quivering, which did
nothing to convince him that he should stop.
"For me, too,"
Klavier lied. He nudged her with his
nose until she turned his face towards him.
"I'll be gentle."
Klavier kissed her, and
though he was as tender as he had promised only a moment ago, it was out of
nerves more than intention. Lamiroir was a mature, older woman--how could a young
upstart like him hope to please her?
Thankfully, she returned his kiss after only a few seconds of
hesitation. Klavier nearly melted. But even more mind-numbing than the soft heat
of her mouth was the rest of her body. Specifically, her thighs, which began rubbing together with his
hand between them.
Klavier moaned between their
lips. Now that she was reciprocating
openly the arousal already tightening in his groin strengthened impossibly,
making his tight black jeans an unbearable prison. Carefully, so as not to break their kiss, he
shifted on the sofa. Lamiroir
caught on beautifully, and after only a little manipulation of their bodies she
was seated across his lap. It allowed
him to wrap his free arm around her waist, reveling in her curves, his other
hand creeping higher along the inside of her thigh. Though perhaps the even
greater delight was Lamiroir's bosom, which rubbed
against his chest whenever she breathed.
Klavier's roaming fingers
reached the simple cotton of Lamiroir's
undergarments. He hesitated, realizing…he
wasn't entirely confident in this particular area. Thankfully, Lamiroir
was aroused enough by then that she wasn't willing to wait for him to find his
bearings. She reached down, pressing his
fingers into just where she wanted them.
And far be it for Klavier to deny a woman what she wanted; he stroked
her tenderly, his entire body on edge.
"Ahhh…" Lamiroir murmured
something in her own language that Klavier hoped was an obscenity of some
kind. Fueled by his success, he
continued his gentle treatment. Every
sharp gasp of breath she took, every slow shudder, he cherished. When she breathed his name against his own
lips his groin positively ached.
Long, delicate fingers
lowered to Klavier's crotch, and he couldn't help but jump in surprise. It took him a moment of bewilderment to
realize that Lamiroir was unbuttoning his fly, but
when he did his stomach turned. Kissing
was one thing. Rubbing, groping…that was
also one thing, but the implication of what she was doing now…was an entirely different thing. He tried to hide his sudden uncertainty as Lamiroir guided his hand again, this time to the elastic
band of her panties.
Klavier swallowed hard, and
obediently removed the moistened undergarments.
It distracted him enough that by the time he had them off, Lamiroir had finished with the buttons on his jeans. She twisted easily on top of him, settling
her knees on either side of his hips.
When Klavier stared up at her face, he was entranced by the look of
peace it held. Though she was panting
softly, and her cheeks were deeply flushed, it wasn't an expression of lust she
was fixing him with: it was simply pure affection, almost wise in a surreal
way.
Klavier didn't realize he had
been falling until his back hit the sofa.
With a start he blinked, and found himself flat on his back, staring up
at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
His heart was pounding so quickly he was beginning to feel faint, making
everything but Lamiroir's face swirl out of
focus. He felt her hands at his hips,
urging his briefs down. He very clearly
felt his erection spring to freedom in the chilling air of the room, only to be
warmed again by the approach of a warm, feminine body. But as clear as those sensations were, he
couldn't bring himself to move. It was
as if all his eagerness from earlier had hit a wall, and he stood at the brink,
watching with clenched fascination as Lamiroir
lowered herself onto his waiting flesh.
The sound that came out of
Klavier then was unlike anything he had ever uttered; it was more whimper than
anything, drawn out of his throat as sensually as her body was drawing him
in. He was quickly enveloped in slick,
heated ecstasy that spread its shivers all the way into his fingers and
toes. Lamiroir
was amazing in every way, from the firm embrace of her thighs to the look of
calm rapture playing out across her beautiful face. It couldn't have been more perfect.
Klavier shivered beneath
her. "Mein
Gott…!" he gasped weakly. At last he found mobility again, and his
hands quickly fastened around her curved hips to help ease her up. When she rocked back down onto him, his voice
emptied from him in another embarrassingly earnest sound of pleasure. Lamiroir's
utterances were much more elegant: soft sighs and gentle hums that gradually
strengthened in volume as she rode up and down his straining erection. They almost seemed to take on a melody, as
impossible but enamoring as that was.
Klavier did his best to move with her, but he was too anxious to match
her steady pace, and in the end could only hold still and assist as best he
could with his hands.
It was more than enough for
both of them. Klavier was quite content
just to watch this beautiful creature that was making love to him. Even though she was still fully clothed he
could imagine nothing more erotic than her parted lips and swaying
breasts. He wanted to hang on longer, to
be absolutely sure that he had done everything to satisfy her, but when she
sped up his strength abruptly seemed to vanish.
His toes curled and teeth clenched, fighting against the pressure that
was steadily building in his groin and abdomen.
It was a losing battle from the start.
Lamiroir was too much for him, with her
perfect rhythm and silvery voice. All
too soon Klavier's pleasure overwhelmed him, and his voice rose in thick moans
as a fierce orgasm shook his tense frame.
Lamiroir squirmed, squeezing him with her thighs as they both
wound down from the impromptu lovemaking.
Klavier felt dizzy as he stared up at the ceiling. Though it was the last thing he intended to
admit to, the words came tumbling out of him
breathlessly. "That was my first time."
Lamiroir chuckled weakly above him. "A star like
you…?"
"It never
felt…right…before." Klavier closed
his eyes, enjoying the sensation that had been so long in coming. It wasn't until his euphoria began to fade,
and Lamiroir grew very quiet, that he finally
realized his mistake.
*******
"And that," Klavier
finished dramatically, "is how I fucked your mother pregnant."
"That…that
was over a year ago!" Apollo
exclaimed, horror struck. "You
couldn't have gotten her pregnant then!"
Klavier reflected. "Well…it could have been at the
concert. Or the night
after. Or a few times every week
since then. Oh! Or last night." He winked.
"Your mom is fine, ja?"
And then Apollo curled up in
a ball and cried forever.
*~*~THE END~*~*