He shook his head, "Don’t like noise, so I never went even when I had the chance."
"About the noise, does it still bother you?" Belle asked, turning to him as she realized he had been playing the piano without showing any signs of discomfort.
"No, I am well rested, and you are not a bad noise, my love, nor is playing this piano," he said with a slow grin that suddenly made her heart tremble over and her inside melt into a puddle of heat.
She’d almost forgotten just the right effect a healthy Rohan had on her because of the long days she had spent with the unmoving one on the bed. She had almost forgotten how charming it felt to be called with an endearment.
"Don’t hold back any discomfort, let me know if you feel anything out of place so we can take care of it before it worsens."
He nodded his head, "I feel as good as new," he remarked as he began to make silent plans to take his Belle to the theater and have her by his side as he experienced his first time there. He needed a special place to thank her.
Tomorrow was special. She had wanted to celebrate it with him. He would make it special. He had woken up because he’d thought she had cried for him to wake before this day.
Rohan recalled the notes exactly as she’d played them, and they came tripping out of his fingers as he played them to her. He sang the words along as well.
Belle couldn’t believe he could master something this fast just by listening to it once, and she smiled as he performed his trick, and then she joined in, singing along with him.
"When the nights are cold and dreams feel far, I’ll be your warmth, your wish, your midnight star."
They ran through it, Belle singing in his ear.
He wanted to turn and kiss her, but he couldn’t stop in the middle of a piece. He had to play it to the end.
He finished with a flourish.
"That was—" Belle began to praise, unable to believe he could sing this perfectly.
Rohan cut off her praise by cupping the nape of her neck and taking her mouth in a hard kiss.
Belle tasted wine in his mouth. He laced his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck, fingertips finding sensitive skin.
He kissed her like he had been dying to have her mouth, as if she were a delicious meal he had been dying to have and was finally having it at long last.
He feathered kisses onto Belle’s cheekbones. His breath was hot, and she felt her body loosening, flowing like water.
"That was unexpected," she whispered against his lips when he pulled back to allow her to breath.
"You don’t like it?" He pecked her lips.
"I love it. I miss you so much." She smiled shakily.
"I miss you, too, my little bunny. I am sorry I was away from you."
"I forgive you," she replied softly.
"You’re not afraid of me anymore?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, his eyes dropping to her moist lips. The memory of her stepping away from him in the forest was still vivid, burned into his mind like a scar he could never forget.
She shook her head slowly. "Never. I know you now, and I accept what you are." She leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, her smile warm and sure. "And I’m sorry for stepping away from you like a coward that day—"
"Shh..." he silenced her, brushing his knuckles gently along her jaw. "You are not a coward, my love. You’re the bravest soul I’ve ever known. And I’ll make you glad you stayed, I promise you that."
He traced his finger around the shape of her lips, reverent and slow, outlining the gentle cleft of her top lip and the fullness of the lower. His gaze lingered on them, dark and possessive, before his hand trailed lower, sliding along her thigh. When he sensed the emotions welling again behind her lashes, he leaned in, determined to banish her tears with the heat only he could give.
"Are you wet?" Rohan whispered, his breath hot on her ear, and then his teeth caught her earlobe in a teasing graze.
"Yes..." She tried to swallow. "If you must know, I am damp... I always get like that when you touch me..."
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