Mélomane
Title: Mélomane
Pairing: Sooyoung/Changmin
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Implied (lol) Smut
The cold evening breeze blows; its invisible fingers carrying the melody borne out of the strings of an experienced violin hidden somewhere between the cozy street cafes of Paris. The sounds waft into the air, over brick sidewalks, higher than the tops of dust-covered street lamps, past the jutted edges of intricately-decorated columns, upwards to the inky black sky. The breathe of music explodes in the air and the pieces fall like fragile petals all over that certain part of the metropolis.
The sounds float into a stone balcony, ivy crawling on its edges and luminescent lamps like yellow eyes perched on its railings, perfectly framing the Eiffel Tower from afar. The beam of light mirrored on the floor stretches endlessly until it gets broken by the silhouettes of two people.
On this slightly dimmer part of the balcony, Choi Sooyoung sways in time with the music. Glass of wine on one hand and the other, firmly planted against the muscled chest of Shim Changmin. The man had his arms encircled on the woman's small waist; his eyes closed and his nose buried on her soft hair as he takes in the subtle scent of jasmine and honey that is distinctly hers. Their bodies sway in time with the borrowed music score; unmindful of the sounds of people merrymaking faintly heard behind the closed oak doors.
Changmin tightens his hold on her body, pulling her closer. The woman's hand travel from his chest upwards to find its rightful place on his shoulders. The glass of wine takes a rest on the rough balcony sill as she raises her hand to meet its other half behind his nape. He pulls his head back gently, feeling the warm hands against his skin. The music slows and he opens his eyes, wallowing in the sight in front of him. His dark orbs bore against her dazed ones as he moves his face closer... closer... until their noses rub against each other and chapped lips meet plump ones. His eyes close just as his lips part, coaxing the other open into a more intimate dance.
With courage borrowed from bottles of French wine, his hands left its post as it roamed around her back. Fingers trail on the soft contours of her torso, gliding above her clothes, tracing the hem of her blouse, journey ending on a button right bellow her collarbone. The unnamed violinist changes repertoire and starts on a new sonata, slower yet more melodious. Changmin reaches the last button and Sooyoung's dress falls freely on the floor. The coldness clings on her skin for a mere second until powerful arms wrap her body again, blanketing her in a comfortable warmth.
She feels him smile against her lips. He pulls away a bit, letting his warm breath fan over her face, before plunging back in a more passionate kiss. His tongue writes stories against her mouth, telling her tales of long time waiting and nights spent alone. His story ends for a moment when her then curious hands pull away from his body, along with it the feeling of soft fabric sliding against his skin as his unbuttoned clothes pool around his ankles.
The dank city air hovers above them but none of the cold gets through as skin moved against skin. Their lips find each other again and his hands, eager and wanting, start on a journey to a new wonderland. Touch ghosting over mountains and crevices, along seemingly endless plain of flesh and through deep trenches. Her hands are shy and reserved; opposite his excited ones, as if embarrassed with its sudden boldness not too long ago.
Their bodies move gracefully against each other and Sooyoung lets out a small gasp when her bare back touch the edge of the stone balustrade; coldness creeping instantly on her skin. Her hands grip tightly on his strong arms when he broke the kiss and reads a more complicated story of her being as he buries himself deep against her soul.
A faint shadow cascades on the side of the terrace as she throws her head back against the wind, elbows pegged on the rough railing. Her heavy breathing mixes with the music in a fluid dance of sounds. The man basks himself with the scene, eyes open and observant, his own hands doing its own dance over soft, sweat-moistened skin. The anonymous fiddler continues with the nocturne, each sensual stroke of the bow coinciding with the slow, soulful waltz of two bodies on the deserted balcony.
Changmin's movements are calculated and painfully slow, pushing Sooyoung into inescapable delirium. Her eyes half-open as she reaches out to him in the darkness. She breathes out his name, pleads him to stop the torture but her cries fall on deaf ears. Nevertheless, he takes out a hand just the same and hold unto hers firmly.
The piece changes swiftly, moving unto a faster tempo. And as if following a conductor's order as a part of a non-existent orchestra, the man catches up with the rhythm. As if on cue, her hands let go of his only to surround their way on his toned torso. The music continues to move fast, the beat suggesting an image of a bow performing tap dances over silver strings.
UpDownUpDownUpDownUpDown
Faster and faster. Like her hands gripping tighter and tighter around his body. Her chest heaves as her head falls back, silky strands of hair fanning out against the passing breeze. Beads of sweat nestle like dewdrops against their skin, glimmering faintly under the dim lights.
UpDownUpDownUpDownUpDown
The song of the fiddle occasionally gets broken by their heavy breathing. The song stretches out on its peak and her arms slide against his slippery back. Changmin buries his nose against the crook of her neck just as the girl lets out a long note. Her body shivers against his and her fingernails leave crescent marks on his skin as she ascends into oblivion. He expertly finds her hands in the dark, intertwining his fingers with hers as he follows after her climax.
The song ends into casual perfection and Choi Sooyoung moves her head to meet Shim Changmin's waiting lips. Their lips part, forehead pressed against each other as both beings breathe against each other's open mouth. No other words are spoken. It was their bodies and their open hearts filling each other of stories they want to tell.
Changmin's hands make its way on her jaw, perfectly cupping her face. He looks into her eyes for a moment - for a lifetime - and smiles upon seeing the same message he wants to portray written on hers.
“I love you.”
The words roll out of his tongue barely louder than a whisper. But he doesn't mind. He sees the gleam on her eyes and leans in to kiss her again, sweetly and innocently, smile still pasted on his lips. She whispers her answer against his mouth and he smiles a mile wider than usual. They stay that way for more minutes until their racing heartbeats slow down, naked bodies braving the cold evening.
Half of SMTown are still merrymaking from behind the closed oak doors, the unnamed violinist plays on a new song, and the evening breeze blows colder; but there on that shady balcony under the pale white gleam of the Parisian moon, a far more beautiful sight than the golden emblem of Paris shining at the distance, two hearts found their own piece of heaven.
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A/N: I'm giving rated fics a try. But this will be the first AND the last of it.
This has been posted ages ago at AFF because I feel shy posting it here. :)) But because SM Town Paris fever has faded and I am in my dun-curr mode now, here goes. Haha.
Pairing: Sooyoung/Changmin
Rating: R
Genre: Romance, Implied (lol) Smut
The cold evening breeze blows; its invisible fingers carrying the melody borne out of the strings of an experienced violin hidden somewhere between the cozy street cafes of Paris. The sounds waft into the air, over brick sidewalks, higher than the tops of dust-covered street lamps, past the jutted edges of intricately-decorated columns, upwards to the inky black sky. The breathe of music explodes in the air and the pieces fall like fragile petals all over that certain part of the metropolis.
The sounds float into a stone balcony, ivy crawling on its edges and luminescent lamps like yellow eyes perched on its railings, perfectly framing the Eiffel Tower from afar. The beam of light mirrored on the floor stretches endlessly until it gets broken by the silhouettes of two people.
On this slightly dimmer part of the balcony, Choi Sooyoung sways in time with the music. Glass of wine on one hand and the other, firmly planted against the muscled chest of Shim Changmin. The man had his arms encircled on the woman's small waist; his eyes closed and his nose buried on her soft hair as he takes in the subtle scent of jasmine and honey that is distinctly hers. Their bodies sway in time with the borrowed music score; unmindful of the sounds of people merrymaking faintly heard behind the closed oak doors.
Changmin tightens his hold on her body, pulling her closer. The woman's hand travel from his chest upwards to find its rightful place on his shoulders. The glass of wine takes a rest on the rough balcony sill as she raises her hand to meet its other half behind his nape. He pulls his head back gently, feeling the warm hands against his skin. The music slows and he opens his eyes, wallowing in the sight in front of him. His dark orbs bore against her dazed ones as he moves his face closer... closer... until their noses rub against each other and chapped lips meet plump ones. His eyes close just as his lips part, coaxing the other open into a more intimate dance.
With courage borrowed from bottles of French wine, his hands left its post as it roamed around her back. Fingers trail on the soft contours of her torso, gliding above her clothes, tracing the hem of her blouse, journey ending on a button right bellow her collarbone. The unnamed violinist changes repertoire and starts on a new sonata, slower yet more melodious. Changmin reaches the last button and Sooyoung's dress falls freely on the floor. The coldness clings on her skin for a mere second until powerful arms wrap her body again, blanketing her in a comfortable warmth.
She feels him smile against her lips. He pulls away a bit, letting his warm breath fan over her face, before plunging back in a more passionate kiss. His tongue writes stories against her mouth, telling her tales of long time waiting and nights spent alone. His story ends for a moment when her then curious hands pull away from his body, along with it the feeling of soft fabric sliding against his skin as his unbuttoned clothes pool around his ankles.
The dank city air hovers above them but none of the cold gets through as skin moved against skin. Their lips find each other again and his hands, eager and wanting, start on a journey to a new wonderland. Touch ghosting over mountains and crevices, along seemingly endless plain of flesh and through deep trenches. Her hands are shy and reserved; opposite his excited ones, as if embarrassed with its sudden boldness not too long ago.
Their bodies move gracefully against each other and Sooyoung lets out a small gasp when her bare back touch the edge of the stone balustrade; coldness creeping instantly on her skin. Her hands grip tightly on his strong arms when he broke the kiss and reads a more complicated story of her being as he buries himself deep against her soul.
A faint shadow cascades on the side of the terrace as she throws her head back against the wind, elbows pegged on the rough railing. Her heavy breathing mixes with the music in a fluid dance of sounds. The man basks himself with the scene, eyes open and observant, his own hands doing its own dance over soft, sweat-moistened skin. The anonymous fiddler continues with the nocturne, each sensual stroke of the bow coinciding with the slow, soulful waltz of two bodies on the deserted balcony.
Changmin's movements are calculated and painfully slow, pushing Sooyoung into inescapable delirium. Her eyes half-open as she reaches out to him in the darkness. She breathes out his name, pleads him to stop the torture but her cries fall on deaf ears. Nevertheless, he takes out a hand just the same and hold unto hers firmly.
The piece changes swiftly, moving unto a faster tempo. And as if following a conductor's order as a part of a non-existent orchestra, the man catches up with the rhythm. As if on cue, her hands let go of his only to surround their way on his toned torso. The music continues to move fast, the beat suggesting an image of a bow performing tap dances over silver strings.
UpDownUpDownUpDownUpDown
Faster and faster. Like her hands gripping tighter and tighter around his body. Her chest heaves as her head falls back, silky strands of hair fanning out against the passing breeze. Beads of sweat nestle like dewdrops against their skin, glimmering faintly under the dim lights.
UpDownUpDownUpDownUpDown
The song of the fiddle occasionally gets broken by their heavy breathing. The song stretches out on its peak and her arms slide against his slippery back. Changmin buries his nose against the crook of her neck just as the girl lets out a long note. Her body shivers against his and her fingernails leave crescent marks on his skin as she ascends into oblivion. He expertly finds her hands in the dark, intertwining his fingers with hers as he follows after her climax.
The song ends into casual perfection and Choi Sooyoung moves her head to meet Shim Changmin's waiting lips. Their lips part, forehead pressed against each other as both beings breathe against each other's open mouth. No other words are spoken. It was their bodies and their open hearts filling each other of stories they want to tell.
Changmin's hands make its way on her jaw, perfectly cupping her face. He looks into her eyes for a moment - for a lifetime - and smiles upon seeing the same message he wants to portray written on hers.
“I love you.”
The words roll out of his tongue barely louder than a whisper. But he doesn't mind. He sees the gleam on her eyes and leans in to kiss her again, sweetly and innocently, smile still pasted on his lips. She whispers her answer against his mouth and he smiles a mile wider than usual. They stay that way for more minutes until their racing heartbeats slow down, naked bodies braving the cold evening.
Half of SMTown are still merrymaking from behind the closed oak doors, the unnamed violinist plays on a new song, and the evening breeze blows colder; but there on that shady balcony under the pale white gleam of the Parisian moon, a far more beautiful sight than the golden emblem of Paris shining at the distance, two hearts found their own piece of heaven.
---
A/N: I'm giving rated fics a try. But this will be the first AND the last of it.
This has been posted ages ago at AFF because I feel shy posting it here. :)) But because SM Town Paris fever has faded and I am in my dun-curr mode now, here goes. Haha.