Warning Rated PG+18
Tim let the music carry him away from his thoughts and back to what he knew was his world. Back to sanity and peace. To Tana.
His fingers flitted across the keys, pouring emotion and fire into his concerto, picturing her in his imagination, her beautiful red hair cascading around him like a silken, flaming cascade. His hands were sliding over her body, bringing her into his, sculpting and remembering every sweet curve, her skin so soft, pale in the night, rose petals in the candlelight.
He closed his eyes and made love to her with music, joining them in his thoughts without realising it. Each note was a brush, a caress, a present for her. The song was his love message, which he could never completely express, but this instrument could and did, the music rising with
