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Soft guitars invaded the room, a calming voice accompanied by a almost unhearable chorus danced in the wind, the piano entering with repetetive but velvety notes, a dancing violin was heared on the back, giving strokingly dim melodies while a deep voice called for their love, all this covered by a old white noise really common in these songs.
The place accompained perfectly these songs. A gentle warm light carresed all the furniture of that spaced living room and centering most of it's attention to the busy table filled with papers and papers of pure work it was placed it's source, a lonely office lamp.
In the middle of this typical and sunset like scenery, there was a man, tall, well-built and of a sophysticated appearance...well, supposedly sophysticated. He was fixing and writting all the chaos that rested on that gigantic dinner table like if it was the last thing he had to do just for their head keep bobbing. His hair was alredy almost tangled by the amount of times he rubbed his face and runned his fingers through it just to not fall in the tentation of fall asleep and leave all the work imcomplete.
The tunes thats danced in the room helped him at least to keep him awake but at the same time it was like a lullaby, so relaxing, so welcoming, so gentle like the touch of a mother to their newborn like if they were made of porcelain...like the sweet and magical touch of that person...
-Seryozha! Im home!
A feminine voice sounded loud and clear on the living room, outperforming all the music on the background, the woman just putted her coat on the couch to go running to the man on the table.
-Sergei! I missed you a lot, what have you been-
Her voice cutted at the look of the unorganized paperwork on the table...again this was happening
-Sergei...What have we talked about working on paperwork until so late? I lefted at 1 PM and is alredy twelve o'clock in the morning, have you eated something?
The motherly worried tone of the blonde combained with the faint reseading melody of the song ending made the man put his pen down and head down feeling a bit culprit. He promised to her that he was gonna care more of his sleep schedule and work hours. He was a hard workaholic and just not using his time in working felt so...odd.
-Im here alredy and is late, now you will put away all these papers...and go to bed.
He nooded and the best he could took all the paper to put them on organized folders with slow and clumsy movements that made some of the important paper fall on the rough carpet.
-Here, let me help you honey...
The blonde took all the papers that were falling by her pair's clumsiness with grace and gentleness, her corporal movement expressing a musical coordination almost like she was dancing at the rhythm of the music in contrast with the sleep deprived man.
They weren't a couple that refearred to each other with petnames such as the mentionated by the woman a moment ago, but things like those little words actually made each other heart beat in a tuned and lovely drum tempo that expressed the silent but strong bond they had.
Even if it was such a simple action, the male felt a special care on the reprending words and actions of his lover. Even if this was scold and he felt embarrased by it, in a second plane he felt loved by the worried sung sentences of the other, that made him smile softly.
After some minutes cleaning, both took a look at the dinning tabled shining in neatness with no paper in the view, the man felt his heavy shoulders relax at the neat view and his head collapse on the woman's shoulder, the slumber was winning his mind a long time ago and now hitted his limit alredy.
-Seryozha...hey...
The woman holded in her paper hands the face of the tired man, her touch was one of a angel, her caring and loving look that couldn't look anything else than the male and that voice that sounded like the prettiest song that the world have ever heard, not even comparing to his favorite song that was playing on this moment just as a ambiental noise.
His body melted, his heart couldn't resist more and cupped his cheeks on the other neat hands, his face having a subtle blush that expressed silently the happiness he was feeling and adoring that moment. The jet black haired male looked at the person he loved the most in that moment with a tired and loving look, dressed with obscure and heavy eyebags under it and his arms wrapping the womans neck like if it was a welcoming pillow.
The woman didn't had words for the unexpected show of affection from the other, this on him wasnt common and she was okey with that since she could feel the love from those little actions he do for her, but touching his skin was a experience that she appreciated and saved it on the deepest of her heart.
She blushed a deeply pink color at the adorable view of the duality coming from her boyfriend just for then transform in a atonished one.
-...Can we rest together?
That deep and raspy voice that was exotic to hear, in the months they were dating this is the first time she heard his voice, was like a melody, like if it belonged to a succesful album, like the purring of a cat in the morning and the sensation of a cold wind hitting her face on a fall season...it was like the voice of a Jazz artist and just fitted right with the lullaby-like rhythm.
She just could smile until her cheeks became numb of the happiness her heart beat like the drums of a excited band and her face the public happy to see the person they adore and admire...
This is what love finally feel, huh?
-Of course...lets go to bed, you deserve it
She got close and gave a beautiful and loving forehead kiss like if a feather rubbed his skin...they just got into their rooms, leaving the alredy natural music keep playing in the room.