I made my way from the stool and onto the piano itself, put my feet on the lid and closed it over the keys with a loud bang.
My eyes were growing familiar to the darkness, just not enough for me to see anything but the contours of him as he moved slowly towards me. I could hear him breathe, felt the heat oozing off him, the energy between us roaring as he finally came close enough for me to see him clearly.
With one rapid swing of an arm the stool went sailing across the floor until it hit the wall, stopping it dead in its tracks. He came as close to the piano as he could, rested one hand on each side of my hips, leaning over me until I gave in and lay down on my back.