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"Lazarus..." She whimpered, clutching at him tightly like a child to its mother. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, not sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

"Maybe he was right, but... I can't let you go like that."

"Why? What could he give you that I can't?" He asked hoarsely

"Not that." She shook her head softly, her voice still soft and calm. "Maybe it will never work." She sighed. "You could give me so much more than him, Lazarus." She mumbled just to answer his question. He nodded, wondering if he was leaning more, now, towards going out and eliminating the threat the coven posed all by himself, rather than crying or laughing.

She squeezed him rather tightly for a second. "Lazarus please..." she muttered. "Just for one moment, maybe more just forget, and allow me to forget the pain that I have to face; that I have faced." She kissed him softly, trying to forget the feeling of Albert's lips.

"Mhm. You can forget them, while I go kill them. And then him. Maybe." He tried to make his tone light hearted, but failed. "Sorry," he sighed. She screwed her eyes shut.

"It's okay..." she trailed off. He kissed her, running one hand through her hair.

"I love you. Thank you." he whispered.

"For what?"

"For sticking with me through everything. You've had so many opportunities thrown at you to walk away, yet you don't. So thank you."

"And I won't." She smiled, kissing him back. "Now, hush." She placed a finger lazily to his lips.  He smiled and obeyed her, keeping quiet. She kissed him firmly, before muttering her thanks. "I seemed to have killed your piano though." She giggled, trying to lighten the mood. He arched an eyebrow at her, questioning her wordlessly.

"It won't play right!" She objected.

He laughed. "Show me, while I get dressed." He told her.

She sat at his piano, trying once again to play the song she was playing before, her fingers slipping, stumbling at the chords. She whined at the noise that filled the room.

He smiled as he pulled on some clothes and sat beside her on the stool. He reached out one hand and played a few notes. "Seems to be alright." He grinned. He placed his warm hands over hers. "We'll play together for a while, yeah?"

She huffed softly. "I still say it's broken." She smiled at his hands upon hers. "Okay."

"I'll guide you," he murmured, positioning their hands in the starting chords. He pressed gently on each finger in sequence as though he was playing, but it was Melissa who applied the pressure on the key. They went slowly at first until they got the hang of working together on it, picking up speed until they were at the right tempo. "Still broken?"

"No." She giggled, "you must be magic."

"Far from it." he disagreed smoothly.

"Oh, I beg to differ." She smiled. 

"I shan't argue." he laughed, easing their fingers over the keys. "Your turn," he grinned

She looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror. "You're kidding?"

"You look so scared of playing on your own," he chuckled, but didn't lift his hands. "you're doing fine."

"Because I like your magic touch it... fixes the piano." She smiled.

He kissed her on the cheek and smiled. "Just try it? Maybe the... magic rubbed off on you."

She nodded, trembling slightly. "Okay..." she stuttered.

He lifted his hands and smiled encouragingly.

She looked at him slightly worried, pausing for a bit before carrying on, on her own. She slipped slightly as her fingers shook but her chords began to shape up, although she was playing slower than the ideal tempo.

"Told you so," he murmured, "told you you'd be fine."

She looked at him, lifting her hands slightly; they still trembled. "That wasn't fine. That was horrible."

"Why are you so nervous?" He asked, concern piercing his tone.

"I never was good at playing the piano, I suppose I'm waiting for you to shout at me or slap my wrist."

"Why would I do that?" he frowned. "Although, you'd be better asking a real tutor to teach you, I'm a terrible teacher."

"No!" She exclaimed waving her hands in front of her to prove her point. "My tutor always used to shout at me, slap my hand and tell me to 'start again!' He was so mean!"

"Yeah, he sounds it. I think you'll find I have a much gentler touch, though," he smiled.

"Thank you. I still tremble at the thought though." She laughed, holding up her hand to show him.

He gazed at her hand for a moment, shaking a little before him. With a smile, he slipped his fingers between hers, their palms touching lightly, his hand gripping hers.

She smiled. "You do have a softer touch." She looked down at the ring on her finger. "Tied to you." She whispered under her breath.

"Only if you want to be," he muttered looking at the silver.

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