Connie leaned back in his chair, listening. Through his headphones a soft sound was playing. A piano. His foot tapped to the beat as he listened. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four- there, the violins. They joined with the piano, combining into a gentle melody that stirred Connie’s soul. This was what it was all about. This was why he made-

BWWWWAAAAAAAA-

Connie sighed. “Stupidi bastardi,” he muttered under his breath. Taking the headphones off in frustration and letting them hang off his neck, he stared at the sheet music on the computer screen for what felt like the billionth time just that morning. It was only the second day he had been working on this piece, and yet he still was stuck on that damn opening. That goddamn horn…

A pair of hands placed themselves on his shoulders as someone leaned against his chair. “Still getting nowhere, huh?” A voice asked. Merely hearing it did a lot to soothe the composer. His mood further improved when he looked up. “Hello angelo,” he said with a wry smile.

Freya’s warm and husky chuckle made him smile more. “I’m taking that as a yes,” she grinned back, amusement glittering in her deep blue eyes. She leaned in to kiss him, which Connie returned gladly, then looked at the screen. “Tell me, why did you take this commission again?” Connie heaved another sigh, closing his eyes as Freya lightly massaged his shoulders. “Really just trying to get my name out there. The money is good, don’t get me wrong, but-”

“We don’t need the money,” she finished for him.

“We don’t need the money,” he said anyway, smiling. “What gets me is that they have this great duet, and they insist on having this fucking Inception horn smack you in the face right in the middle of it!” He irritably gestured at the screen and shook his head. “I told them, ‘Hey, this isn’t going to work, it’s gonna ruin what you’re going for.’ If they let the violins and strings fade off, let it pause for a full measure, then let the horn go. I.. I don’t get people sometimes. I really don’t.”

Freya wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “Poor Connie,” she pouted, making said composer roll his eyes, “Stuck with heathens with horrid musical composition.” Nuzzling him, she idly traced little hearts on his chest. “How about you take a break, hm? Spend some time with your angelo?~” Connie’s heart beat that little bit faster when her voice dropped down to that purr. “When we woke up wasn’t enough?” he said casually, looking at her with a raised brow. This time she rolled her eyes, taking his chin in her hand. “You think you’re funny when you say that, don’t you?”

“I always am.”

She snorted and shook her head. “You’re delusional, that's what you are.” Kissing him one last time, and holding it for a few seconds, she pulled away, moving her hand to cup his cheek. “You’re also lucky you’re so handsome.”

“And because I’m great at sex?” Connie said with a straight face.

She laughed and shook her head again. “I helped you with that, thank you very much.” She turned and started to walk away, putting a little extra sway into her hips. “If you need refreshers, you know where to find me.~”

Admittedly, it took a lot of willpower not to look as she walked out. “Love you too, Freya,” he said, keeping his eyes firmly on the screen. He kept looking at it for a good long while, trying to ignore the images in his head. You know what… he mused to himself, I’ll just send the mess I got to them. See how they like getting decked like that. He quickly wrote up an email, attached the ‘mess’ and then sent it on its merry way. Letting out a deep breath, he stood up, and oh-so-casually went to find his girlfriend.

She was, of course, expecting him. What little clothes she had were abandoned at the foot of their bed. Freya herself reclined upon it, an impish grin on her lips as she laid there, fully exposed with her legs wide open. “Finally got some sense, hm?” she teased, slowly rubbing her clit with two fingers. Connie stared at her like it was the first time seeing her nude. “I just sent them what I had,” he said, eyes filled with a mixture of both love and lust. “They can decide if it’s good or not.” He started to undress quickly, unbuttoning his vest, tossing it aside, then starting on the shirt beneath.

“Good,” Freya purred, watching him with anticipation. “You know, I still don’t get why you dress up when you work at home. Takes time away from… this…” Upon saying that, she pushed her fingers into herself with a sigh, pumping them with the same measured slowness. Connie bit his lip at the sight, fumbling with his belt. “Then you won’t mind if I don’t waste time explaining… again.” Finally getting the belt off, everything else seemed to slip right off, and he clambered onto the bed. “Aaww, that’s no fun,” she pouted, but that quickly went away as he loomed over her, hands on either side of her head.

There was a pause as the pair stared at each other, losing themselves in each other's eyes with small smiles on their lips. Connie finally lowered himself onto Freya, slightly to the side so as to not squish her arm that was still busy. With her free hand, Freya clasped the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss. It led to another, then another, and became a gentle makeout session, the couple simply enjoying the taste of each other's lips for a few moments, both of them humming gently. Freya then let out a whimper, pulling away from Connie and holding up her slick fingers. Without hesitation, Connie took them into his mouth, humming a little louder as he cleaned them.

Once he was done, planting a little kiss as he pulled away (making Freya smile, as always), he adjusted his hips so could grind his cock against her pussy. She whimpered again, wrapping her arms around him. “Connie… fuck me…” she breathed, running her nails down his back and making him shiver. “Fuck me… please.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement than that. He made another small adjustment, then slowly pushed his tip into her. They both moaned in unison, gripping each other tightly. He started to thrust, leaning in to kiss her neck. She leaned her head back, moaning his name as his throbbing cock slowly filled her. One hand gripping his head, she dragged the nails of the other down his side. It was a weak spot of his and he shivered even more than before.

They kept at it for a few moments, their moans filling the air as they fucked. Then, one thrust in particular made Freya gasp and arch her back, with an accompanying loud moan. “There!” She breathed, “Right there… fuck, baby… right there…” Connie grinned and sped up  this thrusts, his hips slapping against hers. Her moans grew louder and louder, egging him on. He sunk his teeth into her neck and bit down. She cried out, digging her nails into his back. “Connie… Connie… fuuuck…” Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body shaking with pleasure, moans growing in pitch. “I’m… I’m getting-”

She did get to finish her words as he kissed her hard. Her body froze for a brief second, then relaxed with a shudder and a loud moan. Connie moaned with her as he came, pumping his load inside of her. His thrusting slowed as he worked them both down from the high, kissing each other and moaning each other's lips. At last he stopped, and she unlocked her legs. Connie then rolled them onto their sides, pulling her close and nuzzling the top of her head. Freya nuzzled his chest, sighing with content. “Good break?~” she asked, looking up at him with a grin.