#leopardprinthearts

"What are you -" Dylan stopped talking and her breath hitched in her throat at the press of cold metal against her neck.

"You said you wanted to try something new..." Connor pushed himself closer to her and pressed the flat of the blade to the pulse point on her throat.

"But - right now?" He moved the blade to run the flat side along her jaw and stopped at her chin, letting it press against her bottom lip.

"Unless you wanna stop?" Dylan shook her head slowly, the knife still resting against her lips.

"No. I don't..." Connor undid the front of the button-up she'd stolen from him. As it fell of her shoulders, he moved the knife down her neck again, and across to her bra strap. The entire time, Dylan couldn't look away from Connor. The soft lilac strap snapped in half with little persuasion from the switchblade.

"That was my favourite bra," she pouted with a huff before watching as he cut the other strap too.

"Where did you learn to play like that?" Connor asks as he slid onto the bench next to Dylan, who didn't falter at the arrival of his company.

"My mom taught me," she replied simply and continued to play the piano, unphased as the notes filled the air.

"What's your favourite thing to play?" She didn't have to think about it long before Dylan started to play, her fingers pressing the keys from memory as the familiar tune filled the air.

Chiquitita by ABBA was all that could be heard and Connor could only watch in awe as she bounced between chords and octaves without so much as a second glance.

The more she got into it, Dylan began to sing along quietly, her head flooded with fond memories of hours spent at the grand piano on Saturday mornings, tormenting Tom and her father with not-quite-polished performances of various songs.

Dylan only made it to the end of the first chorus before she stopped and turned with goosebumps on her arms to look at Connor.

"Why'd you stop?"

"She taught me that song. And I play it when I miss her," she stated with a shrug. Connor leaned in an unreadable expression on his face.

"Stop being so attractive, I don't think I can fall much further for you," he spoke quietly, a warm grin on his face as she flushed rosy red and turned away.

"You're just saying that -"

"Am not. Play something else for me?" There was no way to turn him down when he was looking at her with such soft eyes. At that proximity, Dylan appreciated how pretty Connor was.