Through your first morning breath, you found your way to consciousness once more. You didn't yet open your eyes as you knew that the effects of the night before would hit you as soon as you got a glance of any bright morning light. As you lay on your side, you just slightly stretched your head back. Then from behind you, you heard another breath. Freddie was waking up too.

Just then you felt a hand on your side. Freddie's fingertips gently slid down your waist ever so slowly. As his hand fell further, you realized one thing you had forgotten from the night before. You were completely naked.

Not that you didn't mind that around Freddie.

His hand then just paused there just below your waist as he too realized your state of undress. You then decided to roll over and prop your head upon Freddie's chest, where you opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you.

"Good Morning," he said softly, just smiling tenderly. You took another big breath of air and then rested your head against him. You smiled to yourself as you closed your eyes, capturing the feeling in the moment.

"Good Morning Freddie," you said moving your head slightly so you could plant a kiss upon his chest.

"Some night eh?" said Freddie now running his fingers gently through your hair. You laughed a little to yourself.

"I'm surprised you remember any of it," you mused.

"Oh dear," he began to say, pausing in between words either for the effect of seduction or from the wearing grogginess of last night, "How could I forget last night when you looked so devastatingly ravishing?" he said as he rolled the both of you over and began kissing you softly.

Freddie just lay on top of you kissing you with growing passion. His hips were pressed up against yours and his lips trailed along your jawline and slowly found their way down your neck. Your breath became heavier and you heard Freddie give the slightest moan quite softly. It felt so right. He started to trail down further, his lips kissing just below your collar bone. His hands traipsed across your chest as his breath grew heavier and so did yours. You felt you knew what was next.

Then suddenly there was a loud knock on the front door. Freddie glanced over at the clock on the nightstand.

"Probably the piano," said Freddie as he rolled off of you and sighed.

"You just get dressed, and I'll tend to the door," you said as you got up out of bed and headed to grab your robe off the hanger by the door.

"Wow," said Freddie quite grandly as you glanced to see him smiling at you with teasing eyes, "What a figure"

You snatched up your robe and put it on, rolling your eyes. Freddie still just lay there, toying with you as usual. He raised his eyebrows and winked as the knocking on the door grew louder.

"I'm not done with you yet, Mister," you rolled your eyes and phased a smile.

You swung around the doorframe and down the stairs to answer the two men sitting at the door with a fairly large truck parked on the side of the road.

"Hello, sorry about the wait," you said to the movers.

"Oh no..its fine," one of the men said as you saw both of them eyeing you open and down. You realized your current state lead to some implications about what took you so long to answer the door. You moved your hands through your tangled hair and rubbed a bit of mascara out from underneath your eye. Oh lord, you probably looked a mess.

"Um," you started, "So...how about that piano?"

"Right," the other mover responded, "It's just in the back of the truck, tell us where you'd like it moved".

You realized you'd need Freddie's input on this one, there didn't appear to be terribly too much space in the living room or just about anywhere else.

"Freddie!" you shouted up the stairs.

"Yes dear?!" he responded almost musically as he flew down the stairs now in some clothing.

"The movers are here and wondering where we would like the piano" you responded.

"Oh, right" he began, "How about in the bedroom?"

"Really?" you remarked with a bit of surprise.

"Why not," said Freddie with a flourish, "Come on boys! Right up the stairs!"

The movers began pulling the piano out of the truck and you quickly ran up the stairs to straighten up the bedroom, make the bed, and put on at least a blouse and some trousers. You were opening up the windows to let the Sunday breeze in just as Freddie showed the movers into the bedroom.

"...this seems about right," said Freddie directing them to the wall in front of the bed, "Now I don't want any of you boys scratching up the hallway on your way up. You already cost an arm and a leg as it is".

"Don't worry, sir, we're professionals," one man answered him.

"I should hope so," answered Freddie as the men turned and walked down the stairs and Freddie turned to you, "Quite exciting dear, isn't it?"

You smiled, "Quite," you answered as Freddie pulled you in for a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

You both just sat there smiling in each others arms, your eyes closed, and his breath matching yours.

"Left! Left! Left! I said left!" you heard a voice shout from downstairs as a bang and the discord clash of keys sounded from downstairs.

"Left?!" shouted the other, "You clearly said right a minute ago!"

"Now what did I just finish telling you boys!" said Freddie as he rushed out of the door from your arms, still leaving you with his warm feeling. Through the time you'd spent with him, you'd always felt like Freddie and the rest of the world had this almost familiarity with each other. He had a way of referring to everything and everyone personally and in many ways, that made you feel closer to not only him, but the world around you, and you loved it.

The piano carefully made its way through the doorway and the two movers gently placed it against the wall at the foot of the bed. It fit quite nicely there, nice and snug, almost like it belonged—and of course, it did.

Freddie walked over and tapped a sole key with his index finger, "Perfect". He just starred at a minute, smiling in silence.

"Well, we best be off," interjected one of the movers.

"Thank you so much," you said.

"Our pleasure," he replied.

"Enjoy!" said the other mover as the two of them walked down the stairs and quietly shut the door.

"Now then," began Freddie as he sat down at the piano,"Let's see how she sounds".

He stretched his hands out over the ivory keys and let them gradually fall into place as he began to play a little Bach.

He sounded absolutely wonderful, his face was serious but had a tenderness about it as he closed his eyes—feeling the music. It was one of your favorites, Prelude in C Major. He played it as though he composed it himself.

Completely enthralled with the song, he moved his head ever so slightly with each crescendo and diminuendo. Then suddenly his finger slid ever so slightly onto the wrong key and he just stopped and opened his eyes.

"Well, enough of that," he stated almost bashfully being ever-so the perfectionist he was.

"It was beautiful Freddie," you answered still staring at him in awe, "One of my favorites".

"Oh really?" said Freddie smiling back at you. You laughed slightly and smiled. Pausing to just take in the moment.

"How about you play me something you've written?" you then mused.

"Oh," Freddie began with a certain demureness, "I'm not much of a composer".

"Now I know that's not true," you said moving closer to him, "Come on, show me what you've got".

"Well alright," he began, "It's not much, I really am not too terribly go—"

"Freddie," you gently interjected, staring into his eyes, now seated next to him.

"Okay," he softly answered as he then began to play.

It was a piece you'd never heard before yet somehow it seemed all too familiar. Maybe it was because it was Freddie and his spirit and personality flowed through his music. Maybe it was because Freddie always found a way to touch you personally through everything he does, but either way he took your breath away.

The way he stroked the keys made it appear as though piano itself was meant for him. You, yourself had always thought music was made for Freddie Mercury but here, seeing it for yourself, you knew it to be true.

He began humming along with the piece, his voice trailing the soft tones. He saw you staring at him and smiled. You blushed a little but you were still so completely mesmerized and consumed by his music. There was nothing like it. You felt his passion, his power, and his tenderness; it was all in the music. Kindness in his crescendos, longing in his legatos, and depth within the low-toned lingering of his diminuendos.

Besides being able to only express a state of wonderment and awe with the beauty of his music's simplistic complexity, you felt a certain sadness that came from realizing that Freddie himself was the man who contained all this. Every aspect was him, and that only attracted you more. You really indeed loved him.

His song then reached it's end and he simply sat there holding the moment with the sustain of the pedal.

"Well," he said releasing the pedal and sliding his hands off the keys, "There you have it".

"Oh Freddie," you began breathlessly, "You're absolutely amazing".

"Really?" he said gently, not quite questioning his ability but rather accepting your answer.

"Really," you responded, smiling.

You both held the moment a moment longer until Freddie began, "How about you show me something you've written?"

"Oh Freddie, now I'm certainly not as good as you," you said softly.

"Just play," said Freddie lovingly as he walked over to you, kissed your forehead and led you to the piano.

You sat down at the ivory keys and outstretched your hands. It had been a long while since you'd played the piano, and certainly a long time since you had thought about anything you'd written. Then you suddenly had a song in mind that you'd written long since long ago, so you began to play.

It was a song you'd once written in the long ago days of home. You'd played it over many years and with the progression of time, it grew with you—it was you.

You felt that Freddie was watching intently as every now in then you'd hear the faintest breath from behind. Maybe at one point in your life, you would have thought it stressful to be playing for Freddie Mercury himself, yet here and now, you felt comfort and it all felt so serene.

Suddenly you felt Freddie's warmth behind you as his head then slipped into the nape of your neck and his lips kissed you ever so softly. You instinctively took in a breath and let it out slowly as hand trailed down your arm, his hand resting upon your forearm and his thumb gently rubbing back and fourth upon its surface.

Your song came to an end and your fingers just stay rested upon the keys. All was silent for a moment.

"That was...," Freddie began, his face nearly pressed to yours. His breath was just...you could hear it was taken away, "...that was beautiful," he said as he then slid his hand back your arm, across your shoulders, and down to your other hand in one swift yet slow movement. He clasped your hand and slowly pulled you up to his height. He placed his hand upon your chin and raised it up to gaze you in the eyes, "You were beautiful," he breathed, "You are so beautiful".

He pulled you closer and his lips met yours. Kissing him was indescribable, almost unimaginable every time, yet here it was. You felt his passion and he felt yours. You felt so completely in love with him, all of him, you had never known anything more beautiful and you needed to feel his love.

His kissing became more intense and just the gentlest of moans made their way into the air.

"I love you so much," he said in-between kisses. The undeniable heat beginning to rise.

"Oh Freddie, I love you too," you managed to get out.

His kisses became more intense as his hands then trailed up your backside as your hands continued to comb through his hair and hold on to him closely. You suddenly grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Damn, he looked so gorgeous.

His hands then found the buttons of your blouse and they quickly managed to undo them.

"God, you're beautiful," he said as his head then moved further down your neck, kissing your collar bone as his hands then found your pants buttons and his body led you over to the bed. Part of you, the little bit of conceivable thought left, couldn't believe this was happening.

As he laid you down, he finished sliding off your trousers and then moved over you, kissing your chest, his head moving closer towards your breath. You couldn't help but let out a few soft moans. His hands traced your body and travelled lower, reaching your knickers, which soon were no longer there. For a brief moment, he released you from his grasp, for which now you longed for.

He stood up to take off his pants, he pulled them down and you saw it, but it wasn't long before his eyes then met your gaze and he was back on top of you again.

"You ready?" he asked staring deeply into your eyes.

"Ready Freddie," you said smiling flirtatiously and biting the corner of your lip.

His lips met yours once more and then his hips found yours. He pressed himself into you and you felt a bit of pain, but you were too infatuated and consumed with the other senses you were feeling to care. He was gentle and his moans were soft. Nothing compared to this feeling. The world simply became the two of you, in love—making love—and fading into ecstasy. And that's all you felt the world was meant to be. 

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...probably should have left a warning about the maturity of this chapter, but then I would have ruined the surprise. Also this is the most non-descriptive mature-er chapter in this book so I'm just gonna say that now for future reference.