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She laughed. "I promise."
There was a slight murmur between them, and just as she suspected, it would be business talk.
He sighed slightly, but it didn't deter his playing. The slow and easy movements were easy to do, but expressing the emotion was harder.
She laughed softly, her hand resting against his chest as she felt his heart beat. "I won't torture you. I promise."
"I'm not even going to say anything anymore."
He cocked his head. "I understand," he murmured, turning to the keys. He scanned the sheet music before playing, his movements precise and...
"Ah, right," she teased. "You're under my command for the day."
He smiled slightly. "Hmph. Fine."
"I can do this," he said, placing sheet on the stand. "Why this one?"
She smiled. "Well," she said, "it didn't hurt that bad. I just wanted you to carry me."
He sighed. "I suppose there's no changing your mind."
He took the score, looking it over.
She squinted at him, before sighing. "It hurts bad," she said softly, taking it so he would hold her, even if it wasn't very convincing.
"You attacked me," he said stubbornly.
"What do you want to hear?" he asked curiously.
"It was an amazing joke."
"There certainly was not," he said sternly. "You were fooling me."
"I know," he said. "Me too."
"I just thought I would take a stab at it."
"That's much better," he said. "There was also that time with the imaginary bear that I was technically right."
