Night, special night

[bachjones]

Bach was at Essie's, even though it was Friday night and he always spent that at his own place. If he was going to be honest, these days his place was more of a stock room, the small apartment he threatened Isaac to lock up if he was in a particularly foul mood. But to admit that he was practically living at Essie's, living off her ...

He was being grumpy about this because he didn't want to think about talking to her tonight about the tour. It was super tiny, she'd barely notice he'd be gone, but he could have probably told her sooner. And Isaac as well, but Isaac couldn't keep a secret, even though he was growing into that pre-puberty phase that made him try. It wasn't like three weeks was that bad, anyway, right?

The ring in his back pocket was burning a hole in it, but Bach had been long enough with Essie that he knew that tonight wasn't the best timing for it. That distracting her from a fact would only make her angrier about it. 

He inhaled, exhaled and knocked on the door with his wrist, his hands full with groceries. "Here's the food dude! Open up, please!" 

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[wakingwakewood]

Essie nodded, happy that Isaac seemed to be settling, relieved that this wasn't ending in tears or worse. He'd be okay with it, and if he had nightmares while Bach was gone, she could deal with those with a simple phone call. He was still clingy, but who wouldn't be, right? They'd survived worse, they'd survive this.

As for Bach, she fixed him with a curious gaze. "Yeah, what is my song like?" It was the first she'd heard that he'd written anything about her and she was touched. She knew very little about music aside from the piano lessons she'd had while Grandy was alive, so she'd never really been able to connect with Back and Isaac on that level.

[bachjones]

"Uh." There was a large difference between sharing a personal song with strangers in the half dark and explaining it to the person it was written for. Or about, because it had taken too long and was way too honest to just share with Essie. She'd laugh of be crept out.

"You'll hear it when Isaac can play it, it would be a surprise. But a nice one." Bach was pretty sure that children could feel a deep, comforting love, and - for once - had thought ahead far enough to know that he shouldn't have had mentioned it if there would have been a sexy edition. Isaac was way too young for anything sex related. "Maybe he can even add to it, make it a family thing, what do you call it? Thing to inherit." Oh God, maybe Isaac was going to be a father one day. Oh. God.

"Why are you looking at me like that?", asked Isaac.
"I - I just wanted to hear you finish your piece. The one you were playing." Crappy save, but maybe it'd work.

[wakingwakewood]

Essie noted Bach's sudden uncomfortable shift and inwardly grinned. Oh, yeah, she was totally making him sing that for her sooner rather than later. She'd find a way. She had to know now. Besides, it felt weird that he'd be singing a song about her to total strangers before she'd had a chance to hear it. Maybe she could work on that after Isaac was in bed.

"Why don't you go finish practice with Dad, and after that he can help you get ready for bed and I'll finish dish duty for tonight, okay?"

[bachjones]

"Thanks", Bach said before Isaac could even get a word in. "Like ...for all of it, you know. You know what I mean." Relief was still slowly coursing through him, but he was pretty sure it was where it should be. Yes, he should have mentioned it sooner, but he had admitted to that. He smiled, mostly to himself. He was going all cheerleader on his shit.

"No more ice cream?" Isaac nudged Bach's side. "I'll play even better with some ice cream. And if I eat it now, and then finish practice, there won't be a problem with brushing my teeth. Dad?"
"You have a problem with your teeth?" He looked at Essie. Had he missed that?

[wakingwakewood]

"Isaac, just because you don't want to, doesn't mean you don't have to. We're not bribing you to brush your teeth." For some reason, Isaac had developed an aversion to brushing his teeth. She didn't get it, but every night it was a debate.

"You guys finish practice, then bed, kiddo. Or no park this weekend."

[bachjones]

"You're really not angry?" It had taken Bach longer than usual, but Isaac was in bed now, the dog (of course) at his side. He hadn't wanted to promise the kid that he'd be here in the morning, but he had managed to get out of it with a promise of some churros if they just 'happened' to meet in the park this weekend. Why was Isaac so smooth, was that puberty?

"For a second I was even nervous about things. Like, the music. Getting in front of a crowd. What if I'm - I mean, I'm older now. More boring now. What if they're going to boo me?" There was grey in his hair, for god sake. "Or what if I don't like it anymore, what then? Just going to stand in some food place for the rest of my life? Like, too many thoughts, it was super annoying. Corrie talked me out of it, you know she can be ...well, she just wants things her way, and it's easier to go along."

[wakingwakewood]

While Bach put Isaac to bed, Essie finished the dishes and opened a bottle of wine. It was something to celebrate, jarring as the news was, and she was damned if she wasn't going to try and be supportive about this. When Bach came back down, she took him by the hand and led him to the sofa in the living room. As he spoke, she shook her head, "I'm surprised, shocked, but not angry. And don't be silly. You're sexy as hell, you'll have them all eating out of your hands."

Essie settled on the sofa, patting the seat next to her. "I just wished I had more advance notice."

[bachjones]

"Sexy as hell, hey?" Bach leaned into her. "Maybe you can show me all the places where groupies aren't allowed to touch me? Or should I just get myself a ring, so that whenever I put a hand up, people know that I'm already successfully taken?"

It wasn't a comment he had wanted to make, a thing he didn't want to refer to until a better time. He sat back, felt the little box in his back pocket, cursed under his breath. Even his attempts of distraction didn't work. "Maybe we should do the shared agenda planner schedule thing. You'd have to teach me how to remember to use it, but after you finish training me, you'd never be surprised again. Unless I'd want to." That was slightly better.

[wakingwakewood]

Smirking a little, Essie moved her legs to drape them over Bach's lap, sipping at her wine, grateful that the tension seemed to be draining from the both of them. There were plans that needed to be made over the next few days, but it could wait. For now, she was starting to feel a little tickled that she was going to be able to say she was dating a musician on tour. Well, living with. It was always a little odd when she tried to define her relationship with Bach.

"We'll put up a calendar or something. But in the meantime, have I mentioned I proud of you, handsome siren of mine? 'Cause I kinda am. This may have happened sideways, but it's really good for you."

[bachjones]

"You didn't." His face felt weirdly warm, but Bach was sure it'd pass before he had to worry. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was Essie's wine. "But you can tell me now. Or show me now. I'll try hard to keep my pants on." Because of the - well, you know. Shit, he had to do something.

He kissed the tip of her nose. "Do I get funny stickers if I did something right, on the calendar? Food pictures for family dinners? Do I get a color, and what color am I?"

[wakingwakewood]

"And what if I want your pants off?" Essie chased his lips for a proper kiss, smiling slyly, happy for the distraction of her lover's body so close to hers. Draining the last of her wine, she felt the warmth spread, her face flushing, either from Bach's proximity or the alcohol and she set the glass aside wrapping her arms around him to try and pull herself into his lap.

They could always work out the details later, she was just flooded with relief that they hadn't ended up in a fight.

"I think you're you're a deep, warm amber. And as for rewards, I'm very open to negotiation."

[bachjones]

"W- we could move to the bedroom. So there won't be clothes everywhere. For -- for Isaac to find. You know he'll see it as a challenge and start spreading all his stuff everywhere again. You know." Bach tried to move in such a way that her hands stayed above the waist, even though it was an absolutely stupid idea and his body disagreed with it.

"Amber. That's a stone, right? Sounds like you're angling for my songwriter position, Es. Do y- What color are you, and does it go with amber?" What kind of high school flirting nonsense was this? He could distract her in better ways. "Let's go upstairs." He pulled her against him. "I'll be open to anything."

[wakingwakewood]

Essie happily rested her head on his shoulder, it gave her good access to nibble a little at his neck. "Colors, hmm? I dunno. Maybe... a clear and bright blue. Or something deep like a red wine? What do you think?"

But then he pulled her closer and she really didn't care so much about that answer. They had better things to do, a celebration of sorts for his upcoming tour. "Upstairs, definitely. And quietly." She gave him another kiss as she reluctantly moved a way so she could stand and start up towards the stairs.

[bachjones]

He had to get rid of the ring. For now, just for now, of course. But Essie couldn't notice, and Bach didn't want her to think that he had any reason to lag. He never had, when sex was on the table.

"Uhhhhh. . Yes." He patted her ass. "Right behind you." Leave it somewhere on the way up? Bathroom? Isaacs room? No wait, he got it, he was fine. He followed her up the stairs, dropped the box and straight away pulled his shirt off and covered the box with it. Done.

With a grin he grabbed her waist. "I'll be quiet, but will you?"

[wakingwakewood]

Clapping her hand over her mouth, Essie stifled a giggle as she felt Bach's hand on her ass. But she kept on towards the bedroom until she felt the warmth of his arms around her waist. Happily she stopped an leaned back into his embrace, whispering up and into his ear.

"Are you planning on making that a challenge, Mr.?" She rather hoped he did after that bomb he dropped on her tonight.

[bachjones]

God, oh god, but did Bach love her. Maybe he should - he glanced back at his shirt. No, not now. Pretty sure now wasn't the right time to move from horny to marriage. If she'd even say yes. Shit, would she say no if he'd ask? He felt his resolve - and other parts - waver.

"It definitely does sound like you're demanding a challenge." He kissed her neck. "But just to be sure, do you feel like you're going to need help staying silent? Because I can come up with some ways to silence you, at least temporarily. Just saying. To even the playing field?"

[wakingwakewood]

"You make such tempting offers." Running a finger down Bach's chest, Essie took a step back and into the bedroom, slowly beginning to remove her clothing. This was good. This was never awkward, this part. There were still occasional hiccups, like earlier this evening, but they always worked it out and then there was this...

"Details, please?"

[bachjones]

"Jesus." This never got old. "Erm, well, not him, but - and I don't want to completely gag you because I want to kiss you too much, but - " Bach's brain didn't get the blood necessary to come up with a proper answer.

He started laughing. "I guess I just have to keep your mouth busy. Shit, I'm sorry, Essie, tonight's been weird. I'm just .. I'm just so glad to have you." He wriggled out of his pants. "Doesn't mean I'm not going to have you in a super manly way, because I know I've been talking too much."

[wakingwakewood]

Stripping down to her underwear, Essie snickered at Bach's response. He did get a bit silly at times like these, but that was oddly part of his charm. She slid herself onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows, enjoying the show as her lover disrobed, slowly trailing her own fingers down her belly. "I can't say I disagree - about the being glad to have you bit, not the talking."

Teasing the edge of her lacy shorts, she shivered a little with anticipation, "Maybe less talking, more touching?"

[bachjones]

Bach could do that. There was a fleeting thought about Isaac getting up early and finding the ring, but getting up early didn't happen anymore, nor did their son clean up things that weren't his. He should focus on what was in front of him.

He followed her onto the bed, hovering over her, face hidden in her hair. "Seems like you've already found your way." She smelled so good, and he covered her hand with his. "Just let me go off road for a moment." He kissed her throat while his hand drew lazy circles under the lace. "Tell me when you mind."

[wakingwakewood]

"Mmmm, never," Essie whispered as she wound her free hand around the back of Bach's neck, letting her fingernails lightly tease the hairline before she ran them up into his hair. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin and closing her eyes, she luxuriated in the sensation of his lips on the sensitive skin. But she wanted more, she always wanted more when it came to him, so she turned her head to try and catch those warm lips with hers, a little desperate to taste him for a moment.

Groaning just a little, she pulled her hand from under his, moving it to his wrist and forearm, pulling and pushing him just a little further beneath the lace as she raised her hips to meet his delicate touches. It felt like forever since they'd done this, even though she knew it wasn't, it just always seemed like she needed him a little more each time. God, what was she going to do when he left again?

[bachjones]

"I'm gonna-" Bach wasn't going to tell her he was going to miss her, it had been soft and squishy enough tonight. Instead, he slowly pushed two fingers inside her, smiling because of her squirming. "Have to take all of you in."

She kissed him like he felt, with a need to have this be never ending. He teased her bottom lip with his teeth, but kept himself from grinding against her, no matter the temptation. Even though he wasn't leaving for another days, he'd be gone for less than a month.. Right now it felt like this had to last.

[wakingwakewood]

With a hungry moan, Essie pressed herself against his hand, low desire starting to build. Her arms wound over his hip, squeezing his ass before her hand moved forward, reaching to stroke him, drive him as crazy as he drove her. Something they were both exceedingly good at.

Whispering his name, she kissed him again, harder this time, not quite pleading but getting there. But as much as she wanted him, she wanted him to want her more so she pushed at him gently, trying to get him to roll over.

[bachjones]

The curse got stuck between his teeth. Even with Isaac not around, Bach wasn't the cursing type in this house. "unfair", he whispered against her mouth.

He allowed himself to roll over, slipping his fingers out of her but keeping his mouth on her skin, sucking marks. Just to make sure that she knew how much he owned her, how she'd beg soon. His boner was starting to hurt a bit, but if she wanted to play, Bach was game.

[wakingwakewood]

She hissed in delight at the feel of his mouth, it was perverse in a way, how much she liked it when he did that, knowing the marks it would leave. Marks that would fade while he was gone only to be replaced, with interest she imagined, when he returned. With him rolled over, she kissed her way down his chest, letting her hair trail over his body before she moved away slightly to adjust her position.

Smiling devilishly, Essie paused long enough to remove her bra and underpants before leaning back over Bach, straddling his legs as she began to kiss her way over his hip. She began stroking him again, teasing as she looked up through her eyelashes, "Just remember, when those groupies start throwing themselves at you, you have this waiting for you at home." And with that she took him into her mouth and began moving on him slowly, taking her time, making sure she hit all the right spots as she went along him from root to tip.