leaned forward and kissed the blonde deeply, but not before licking a drop of syrup off the corner of her mouth.
“I think that can be arranged.”
They both let the weight of those words settle on them, neither particularly bothered by the implication, which came as a surprise to both of them.
Shannon drew in a ragged breath, still in disbelief over the power the brunette held over her. She cleared her throat and said, “So we should really practice now, since we completely neglected it last night.”
“And whose fault was that?”
“Yours!” Shannon exclaimed.
“I was innocently washing the dishes. You started it!”
“Yes, but it’s your fault, because you’re too damn sexy.” Despite the decidedly brazen nature of the night before, Shannon’s flippant comment in the light of day made Jackie blush like a teenager.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Shannon picked up their discarded plate and headed down the staircase. After loading it in the dishwasher, Shannon joined Jackie in the living room, where they silently prepared their instruments to play, smiling at each other every few moments. Jackie couldn’t think of anything more wonderful than waking up late after a night of ridiculously hot sex to a morning of lazy banter, delicious pancakes, and a laidback rehearsal. It seemed the sentiment was entirely mutual.
The two played intermittently for the rest of their Saturday, stopping only to gently correct each other and eat. There might have been some making out thrown in there, too.
* * *
When Maestro Gallo discovered the progress they had made over the weekend at rehearsal on Monday, he exclaimed “YES! Now that is magic!” When he witnessed the way they played off of one another, completely in sync with the other and able to anticipate each other’s every move, he strode over to each of them and kissed them squarely on the lips. He then cancelled their rehearsals for the next two weeks and ordered them not to change anything that they were doing to make this duet work so well. They didn’t think that would be too much of a problem.
Those next two weeks flew by and Jackie and Shannon both found themselves spending every moment they could together, firmly ensconced in the “can’t keep your hands off each other” stage of a relationship. Jackie stayed at Shannon’s place six nights out of every seven…for convenience’s sake, of course.
For Jackie, the pace of their relationship was typical of that of most of her other relationships. She had entered into many passionate, but brief flings, which usually left her somewhat devastated, yet here she was beginning the vicious cycle all over again and loving every minute, blissfully ignoring what the future could potentially hold.
Shannon knew that if she took the time to step back and realize what she was doing, she would likely flee out of fear of damaging the careful walls she had constructed to protect her career, and, if she was honest, her heart. But she didn’t step back, because in this moment her heart felt wonderful and evidently, her career was being enhanced rather than damaged by her connection to Jackie.
It wasn’t until the following F riday that Shannon realized how inextricably involved she’d become. Following a violin sectional, Shannon walked with Hayley Bowden, her stand partner and best friend of two years, to the café where the ensemble always got lunch. Having purchased their sandwiches, the two violinists looked around the large dining area to find some spare seats. As they did so, Shannon’s gaze landed squarely on Evan Bayer’s hand resting on Jackie’s back, his fingers rubbing circles over her shoulder blade. He whispered something in her ear and Jackie threw her head back, laughing raucously, as Stacey Keebler, Jackie’s stand partner, rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. She narrowed her eyes at the display as she felt an involuntary twinge in her
“I think that can be arranged.”
They both let the weight of those words settle on them, neither particularly bothered by the implication, which came as a surprise to both of them.
Shannon drew in a ragged breath, still in disbelief over the power the brunette held over her. She cleared her throat and said, “So we should really practice now, since we completely neglected it last night.”
“And whose fault was that?”
“Yours!” Shannon exclaimed.
“I was innocently washing the dishes. You started it!”
“Yes, but it’s your fault, because you’re too damn sexy.” Despite the decidedly brazen nature of the night before, Shannon’s flippant comment in the light of day made Jackie blush like a teenager.
With a self-satisfied smirk, Shannon picked up their discarded plate and headed down the staircase. After loading it in the dishwasher, Shannon joined Jackie in the living room, where they silently prepared their instruments to play, smiling at each other every few moments. Jackie couldn’t think of anything more wonderful than waking up late after a night of ridiculously hot sex to a morning of lazy banter, delicious pancakes, and a laidback rehearsal. It seemed the sentiment was entirely mutual.
The two played intermittently for the rest of their Saturday, stopping only to gently correct each other and eat. There might have been some making out thrown in there, too.
* * *
When Maestro Gallo discovered the progress they had made over the weekend at rehearsal on Monday, he exclaimed “YES! Now that is magic!” When he witnessed the way they played off of one another, completely in sync with the other and able to anticipate each other’s every move, he strode over to each of them and kissed them squarely on the lips. He then cancelled their rehearsals for the next two weeks and ordered them not to change anything that they were doing to make this duet work so well. They didn’t think that would be too much of a problem.
Those next two weeks flew by and Jackie and Shannon both found themselves spending every moment they could together, firmly ensconced in the “can’t keep your hands off each other” stage of a relationship. Jackie stayed at Shannon’s place six nights out of every seven…for convenience’s sake, of course.
For Jackie, the pace of their relationship was typical of that of most of her other relationships. She had entered into many passionate, but brief flings, which usually left her somewhat devastated, yet here she was beginning the vicious cycle all over again and loving every minute, blissfully ignoring what the future could potentially hold.
Shannon knew that if she took the time to step back and realize what she was doing, she would likely flee out of fear of damaging the careful walls she had constructed to protect her career, and, if she was honest, her heart. But she didn’t step back, because in this moment her heart felt wonderful and evidently, her career was being enhanced rather than damaged by her connection to Jackie.
It wasn’t until the following F riday that Shannon realized how inextricably involved she’d become. Following a violin sectional, Shannon walked with Hayley Bowden, her stand partner and best friend of two years, to the café where the ensemble always got lunch. Having purchased their sandwiches, the two violinists looked around the large dining area to find some spare seats. As they did so, Shannon’s gaze landed squarely on Evan Bayer’s hand resting on Jackie’s back, his fingers rubbing circles over her shoulder blade. He whispered something in her ear and Jackie threw her head back, laughing raucously, as Stacey Keebler, Jackie’s stand partner, rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. She narrowed her eyes at the display as she felt an involuntary twinge in her
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