Fresh from the baths, my hair still damp with the perfumed waters that I so love, I amble back into the 'O'. It has been a good beginning here, I decide. My jewels have been recovered, the staff is more than pleasant, and above all, I feel safe.
I am suffused in that... languor... that comes when the body is well content, when mind and soul are finally quiet. It is much like a day at the beach, when the sun has baked all the meanness out of us, and we give ourselves to the heat, the warm breeze, the taste of salt on our lips. I think this languor signals the time when we are truly ourselves... with no artifice, no defenses... it is both dangerous and exhilarating...
Should I be wary? A smile crosses my lips. That is too deep a thought for me right now. I want only to have this wonderful mellowness continue on and on and on until I finally fall into the arms of Morpheus.
In my reverie, I quietly sit at the bar and stir my drink idly with my finger. Drifting in the sound of the music, I feel my heart beating to the slow rhythms of a wonderfully played piano. This is no mere piano bar player, this is a talented musician. Swiveling on my barstool, I turn to find that it is Oset at the keyboard. My eyes widen in surprise... is there no end to this man's talents?
Mari begins to sing and I am captivated by her voice. It's warm, intimate tones intertwine with the skillfully played notes to produce a wondrous melody of want and desire.
It is hopeless.... I know that now. I am drawn, like moth to the flame. I am scarcely aware of my feet as I am pulled, unresisting, into the depth of Oset's eyes as he watches me cross the floor. I know not where time goes... there is only the impression of different women, the Brehyrion... all a hazy backdrop of motion that has no meaning except to serve as an intrusion between Oset and me.
Captivated, bending to the inevitable, I sit beside him at the piano. My hands touch the soft locks that curl at his neck, and my nostrils flare with the scent of him. I can feel the veins at my wrist pulse strongly, my skin ache for his touch. My head bows to find its rest on his shoulder, and I can feel his breath caress my shoulder. There is only one more thing that would make this my night of dreams.
With a great effort of will, I lift my head and break contact with this gorgeous man. Leaning back against the piano, I succumb again to the languor... there is something I want... a void that needs filling...
My voice is soft, husky with awakened passion, and trembling with desire. "Would you play Misty for me?"
I always was a sucker for a piano player.
Music:
”Misty”
