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Mozart closed his eyes, focusing on the music and the joy it brought him.
He wasn’t used to being the one listening to someone else play, nor to just allow himself to enjoy it. But there he was, listening to his girlfriend’s sweet voice, accompanied by the gentle sound of the violin, and it was probably the best performance he’d ever listened to.
And not because he loved her and she was playing it especially for him. Amy was actually more talented at playing than he expected when she brought the idea up.
But what he enjoyed the most was that she chose a romantic song from her time that she had never played in front of another person and with lyrics especially chosen for this special moment between them, and, for once, there was emotion in what she was singing.
He’d listened to her in the past, of course. It was Amy’s habit to start singing during random tasks, but, although her voice was melodious, like a bird born to sing, Mozart always thought she was detached from her music.
To him, though, she sang with heart and soul. It wasn’t just music anymore; it was feelings given voice, even if the words were not her own.
And being a song from the future, played to him, who could probably learn it from that single performance. It was like a special secret between the two of them.
When the song ended, both opened their eyes, gaze meeting each other’s. Amy blushed and gave him a little playful bow and a shy smile.
“I am a little out of practice.” She muttered, looking away. It sounded like an excuse.
“It didn’t sound out of practice.” Mozart stood and crossed the room to stand before her, cradling her chin so she would look at him. “And even if it did, never put your efforts down like this.” He sighed in exasperation, but when her blush intensified, Mozart couldn’t fight a little smile forming on his lips.
Amy acted so confident in front of other people. He was the only one allowed to see her true self, and that alone made him happy, even if, sometimes, he wished part of that confidence was real and she did not downplay her abilities like that.
“Well, it is your birthday, so I wanted to do my best for you.”
The violin was carefully set aside, and Amy stood up. Mozart’s hand had never left her face and, when she was standing, his other arm looped around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss.
“Thank you for the wonderful performance, Meine Liebe.” And for everything else. She had put so much effort into celebrating his birthday and it made him happy to know how much she valued him.
“It was my pleasure.” This time, she was the one to kiss him. At first a couple or little pecks, before she deepened it. Mozart could feel the tension and hesitation in her touch, but the passion was there and his heart was beating so fast he felt like it could burst. He wanted nothing more than to take her to bed right away and was surprised when her next words echoed his thoughts. “But today is not over yet and neither is our private celebration.”
That sudden confidence was also surprising, but Mozart couldn’t say he disliked it.
Maybe he was greedy for wanting more of her after everything, but he didn’t mind. When she pulled away and looked at him with her flushed cheeks and shining eyes, he wouldn’t be able to let it end there, even if he wanted. Not while Amy looked so adorable, and then kissed him the way she did. But having her bring it up when she was usually very shy made him even happier.
“Good. Because you are the only gift I want right now.”
Mozart picked his girlfriend up and kissed her while carrying her to bed, to make her sing a different kind of song for him.