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| Sonata for 4 hands |
Christmas 1788
Oscar reached out her hand to receive her present: a bundle of rolled-up paper fastened with a red
ribbon tied in a bow. On the white paper the familiar signs of the musical notes. Scores.
�Thank you, Andr�.� She said, untying the bow and skimming over the pages with her look. �But these
are all recent stuffs by Mozart, I don�t have them!�
�I know, I thought you may like them� it is such a long time that I don�t hear you playing the piano,
maybe you need something new.�
A smirk creased Oscar�s lips. It was true� it was a long time that she didn�t play her piano. What with
shifts and tiredness, often she came back to her bedroom and headed straightaway for her bed, to flop
onto it, exhausted. She hadn�t anymore time for her favourite pastime. And moreover� if Andr� wasn�t
there to listen� it wasn�t the same thing. He hadn�t dared to enter her room anymore since that
evening. Nor she had invited him anymore.
Until now.
�Andr�, I want to try them, come, I let you listen to something.� And she invited him with a gesture,
while she began climbing the stairs.
Andr� gulped, while his heart was beating fast. �Calm � he told himself- calm down�� He followed her
filling in a rush the distance that separated them, climbing the stairs straight after her.
When she opened the door, it seemed to him to enter again a known and at the same time unknown
place. He hesitated a moment on the threshold.
�Come�, she said, settling down on the piano stool. He came in, placing himself at the usual place to listen
to her music. Oscar smiled. Yes, now she could play. She took the first score and began. The music filled
the room, bringing them back to the sweet feeling of peace and happiness that flooded them again, after
so much time, that familiar feeling that they had almost forgotten and that now� made them feel still
alive.
Yes, here, both knew it, here�s what was missing... their little joys� their everyday life.
Oscar had by now clarified her feelings. She looked at Andr�s face who had taken a funny blissful
expression, the same that he always took, when, narrowing his eyes, enjoyed her music. God, how much
she loved that man!
Now it was up to her make the first move towards him, to approach him. Since quite some time she
tormented herself with the indecision and the fear. She wanted to tell him it, but she didn�t know how.
How to confess her love to a man who promised to never touch her again. And he had kept his promise,
it goes without saying. Yes, there was nothing to do but nerve herself and� maybe� there!
She smiled to herself, running her forefinger over the scores: �But this score has to be played with four
hands!� Oscar exclaimed. �Sonata in C Major for Piano . It seems very good, and it is very new, it has
been written just the last year.�
Andr� startled. �For four hands? They must have given it to me by mistake. Sorry, I didn�t notice it.�
Oscar smiled showing her white teeth: �There is no problem, Andr� do you still remember something
of maestro Lapierre�s piano lessons, don�t you? Come on, let�s try to play it together!� she said, moving
aside on the piano stool to make place for him.
Andr� was left speechless with astonishment. But he didn�t waste time and immediately settled next to
her. �I am afraid that I don�t remember much� he said with a sigh.
Oscar gave him an encouraging smile. �Don�t worry, Andr�, I will help you.�
She placed the score and beckoned to Andr� so as to begin playing.
The first movement, Allegro.
Not too bad after all, Andr� hadn�t finally forgotten how to play, at last, only� Oscar stopped suddenly.
Andr� stopped on his turn and asked, a bit worried: �Did I do something wrong?�
Oscar shook her head. �No, no� it is only that� the hands position is not right. If you carry on like this
very soon you will get pain in the wrists. You should keep it more relaxed, like that.� And while she was
talking, she took Andr�s hand to correct the position. His hand was warm� and soft� and big� Oscar
startled, drawing back abruptly. �Now we can carry on.� She said embarrassed.
Andr� didn�t know what to think. It seemed almost that she had felt something, touching him... he
hoped, or was he deluding himself? He tried to dismiss that thought and give his mind to the music. He
wanted to enjoy to the end this rare opportunity, these moments close to her, to be intoxicated with her
scent, to brush her hips with his. He gulped for the second time in the evening. Decidedly it was better
to concentrate on music. But how could he, as that wood nymph was sitting close to him, as a goddess
descended from Olympus to smile sweetly at him? Decidedly it was better also stop the mythological
delusions! The music kept flowing and filling the room.
Andante�
Oscar bit her lip... damn... she was almost about to achieve her aim. She had to be straighter, and win
the embarrassment and the fear. Damn! She had never backed away from anything, not even from the
most terrible enemies or dangers, and now here she was, hesitant in front of the man she loved! He
seemed concentrated on the score, to follow the music and he was awfully� handsome! Oscar cast a
concupiscent glance at the object of her love.
Allegretto�
She knew she had to do something, the piece was by now almost ended. Their hands were flying on the
keyboard fast and gracefully, close� very close� they almost brushed each other. Her hand slid to
cover his hand.
Andr� startled and turned around towards her: �What�s the matter? Was I wrong again?�
Oscar didn�t answer. She seemed immersed in dark thoughts. �Oscar� what�s the matter?�
She roused herself and turned around towards him. Andr� saw her morning sky-blue eyes sparkling for
the last stars, and then he saw the stars turning into falling stars and leave luminous traces on her
cheeks. Oscar was crying!
�No, Andr�, you weren�t wrong� it�s me the one who was wrong��
Andr� turned over his hand under Oscar�s hand, so as to squeeze it and draw it to him while with the
other hand�s fingers, hesitantly, slowly, gently, he dried those tears. �Oscar��
Andr�s fingers sent heat, and Oscar felt a sweet warmth invade her whole body, but at the same time,
a pain as well, a fear. �Andr�, I was wrong� I was wrong thinking to send you away from me. Forgive
me.�
Andr� was looking at her, a light in his glance lit up, trembling� �Oscar� you never sent me away from
your heart, on the contrary, you forgave me for what I have done� and you could have really sent me
away, moving me to another regiment, but you never did it. You always let me to stay close to you, as I
desired� I can�t even think to stay away from you, you know��
Oscar averted her gaze, tightening her lips. �I am far less generous than you think I am, you know? No,
I am selfish, it was me the one who didn�t want let you go, to keep you beside me. And lie to you, not
telling you the truth, because I was afraid� I was afraid of what I felt and that I couldn�t manage to tell
you... because I� I� oh, but how do you do it, is it possible that you could really love a person like me?�
Andr� passed a hand on her face with a caress, gently making her to turn her face again towards him, so
as she could see him very well, and he said resolute: �I love you and I will love you forever, Oscar. I
can�t help myself, as I can�t help breathing to live. And I have nothing to forgive you, Oscar, for this love
that is greater than anything, even greater than our weaknesses.�
Oscar�s eyes filled up again with tears, while from her lips finally emerged in a sigh the words that she
didn�t want allow herself to say: �O�oh� Andr� I love you too� I love you so much!�
Andr� received her in his arms, caressing her hair so as to calm the tears that shook her, while finally
she gave free play to her long repressed feelings. And shortly after Andr�s whisper: �Oscar... you are
wetting my shirt, you know?�
Oscar raised her infuriated eyes, angry for being teased, and Andr� took advantage of it to bend over
her and steal a kiss. A brushing of lips, sweet and light� Oscar was dumbfounded for a moment, then,
seeing his smile, smiled on her turn. And she raised her hands to link them behind is neck and closed her
eyes to offer herself to another kiss. This time longer, and more intense. The lips shy, but curious. The
warm breath. Nibbling at each other, sweetly, so as to part the lips one to another, and savour
reciprocally. And then separate to meet again, and join again those lips that desired nothing else than
unite, driven by a burning desire. Oscar opened her lips to let in Andr�s tongue, and let him take and
caress her tongue, with a movement that was prelude and promise of another union. A moan came out
of her mouth, when Andr� began to go down along her jaw, kissing it, and then the cheek, and the
earlobe.
Andr� held her tight with passion, kissing her along her neck, provoking her unknown shivers, and a
heat inside her abdomen that she didn�t believe to be able to stand; and a virile hand ventured under
her shirt, while she, first imperceptibly and then more and more, was backing away to unconsciously
escape that ardent assault.
His hand on her breast, a squeal choked by a kiss and a dull thud. Oscar had fallen from the piano stool,
pulling Andr� on top of her.
�Damn, what a knock!� Oscar growled.
�Are you hurt?� Andr� asked her, worried.
�No, no... but raise yourself a bit, you are crushing me!�
Andr� rose a bit, resting on his forearms, and showing a smile halfway between mocking and contrite.
�Here� I am sorry Oscar, it is my fault� I was going too fast��
Oscar shook her head... �No, no... it is me, I am behaving like a fearful virgin��
Andr� suppressed a laughter: �But you are virgin��
Oscar withered him with a glance: �Andr�!�
To placate her he placed a light kiss on her lips. She sighed: �Andr� today I turn 33, I shouldn�t��
�Hum, yes, you are right, you shouldn�t be still virg��
�Andr�����! You st�� and she moved to give him a punch, promptly intercepted, while Andr� again
closed her mouth with a kiss.
Andr� pulled away from her, laughing. �Oscar, forgive me, I am so happy� but I promise you that I
won�t do anything that you don�t want to do� it takes two to make love, as well as it takes two to play a
four hands sonata� I want between us only harmony, and joy.�
Oscar pushed him, falsely sulky. �You silly. Help me getting up, raise yourself!�
Andr� smiled again, amused by Oscar�s reaction, and got up pushing aside the piano stool. He held out
his hand to her, that she grabbed with a grunt, and pulled her, helping her to get up and with the same
movement he drew her to himself, in his warm embrace. Oscar felt again that sweet feeling of heat
filling her, but Andr� had not to get away scot-free� and yet� how she felt well in that embrace.
She raised her eyes to look at his smiling face, and lifted her arms up so as to wrap around his neck,
rising on tiptoe: now her body moulded to his, leaving him breathless.
Andr� enfolded her more and more tightly in his embrace, caressing her back, pressing in that way her
breast against his chest. His breath on her mouth� she slightly opened it, hesitating in brushing his lips:
he followed her, leaving her the initiative of that kiss.
Oscar ended up making the same gestures with which Andr� had led her in their first kiss. Her tongue,
shy and stealthy, was seeking his one, found and caressed it� and the kiss became more and more
ardent, while her pelvis stuck to his. Oscar soon felt Andr�s manhood express its desire for her. She felt
intimidated, but at the same time audacious, and powerful: he was at her mercy, overwhelmed by
desire. She tore her mouth from his, tracing a trail of little kisses on his jaw, until reach his earlobe and
nip it.
Andr� moaned with pleasure... he didn�t imagine that she could respond like that. Oscar breathed
Andr�s scent kissing his neck, intoxicated by that masculine smell, she tasted his slightly sweat-salted
skin, while her hand was stroking his dark hair, caressing his head. Andr� too was caressing her hair,
burying his face in her golden curls. He startled as he felt a delicate and soft hand sliding under his shirt
open on his chest: Oscar�s hand ventured to caress his pectorals. She was amazed at feeling under her
palm those firm muscles and that warm virile skin, and her breath was becoming panting, like Andr�s
breath. She wrung an even louder moan from him, almost desperate, when with the tip of her fingers
she gently brushed his nipple.
Revenge is a dish best served cold... instead she felt hot, very hot.
A thrill ran down her spine when Andr�s hand on his turn crossed the border of her shirt: it seemed to
her that at the contact her skin flamed, because of the heat that touch gave off. She felt his hand closing
on her breast, and she moaned as she felt being touched in the same way, with the same sweet torture
that just few moments before she had given him.
She roused herself... she had to do it now! She put her hands on his chest, so as to pull away from him a
bit, and she said: �No.�
�No?� Andr� echoed, opening his eyes wide with astonishment.
�No� hem� I don�t want to go any further, Andr�, for the moment, and you promised that you won�t
do anything that I don�t want to do. Try to understand me, everything is new to me, I need time...�
Andr� put on a serious expression and let go his hold, breaking his embrace.
He was visibly disappointed, but he wanted to honour his promise: this too was a way to show her his
love. He desired her, yes, but, he wanted her to be determined to give herself to him, without
hesitations or second thoughts, he wanted her to really desire it. And the waiting would have just
increased the pleasure, now that he had her love: this was already enough to make him mad with joy.
He placed a chaste kiss on her lips, barely brushing them: �All right, Oscar, I will wait. I love you so
much.� He gazed for a moment in her blue-sky eyes, and then he turned to get out of the room.
Oscar felt inside herself contrasting feelings: revenge wasn�t so sweet after all, compared to what she
was missing and maybe the punishment could be shorter� even before finishing that thought she heard
her own voice almost shouting: �Andr�, hold it!�
Andr� stopped in front of the door, his hand on the doorknob, turning around towards her,
disorientated.
�Oscar� tell me.�
�Andr�, don�t go away. Come here close to me.�
He retraced his steps, and placed himself right in front of her, with a waiting attitude: Oscar was visibly
embarrassed but he didn�t understand very well what was happening.
It was Oscar�s turn to gulp that evening, before saying: �Sorry, Andr�, actually I didn�t want you to go
away. �I� wanted to play a little joke on you, out of revenge for your words of a short time ago.�
Andr� hadn�t realized yet, when finally became conscious of what Oscar was talking about. He was left
open mouthed, with a funny expression halfway between stunned and flabbergasted.
�That is... for what I said about your... hem��
Oscar nodded, blushing.
Andr� smiled, tenderly: although she wanted to deny or hide it, Oscar was a woman like all the other
women after all! And she had decidedly behaved feminine!
�You are a real pest, Oscar� are we all square, now?�
Oscar nodded again, her face on fire and her eyes staring at the floor.
�So... shall we recommence?� he said with a mischievous smile, to provoke her.
Oscar raised her eyes, recovering her warrior pride: �Of course! Come!� and brusquely seizing his hand,
she began to lead him to her bedroom.
Andr� stopped, just before entering, making her to stop as well.
�What�s the matter?� Oscar asked, a bit alarmed.
�Hem... Oscar, are you really sure? I mean� you know that if I enter this bedroom I��
Oscar cast at him a glance full of love: here�s her Andr�, tender and caring as always, with that
judgment as an old wise man. Judgment that was time to leave a bit aside.
�Yes, Andr�, I am sure. I really want you to stay with me tonight. As if I were your wife.� She said,
blushing again.
Andr� drew her to him, and kissed her with passion, then whispering in her ear, with a hoarse tone she
never heard before: �You are my wife.�
And, joined, they entered her bedroom.
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Oscar opened her eyes, still sleepy. She blinked, as to realize the reality in which she found herself in.
She was in her bed, still plunged into the night that was brightening towards dawn, and she was cuddling
Andr�s body, lying on her left side, glued to his back. She was embracing him from behind. Oscar
raised herself a bit, bending over him so as to see him better, and moved aside a bit his raven hair from
his neck. He was handsome, like that, sunk in sleep, with a satisfied and happy expression. His parted
lips, and a hint of beard. Oscar noticed his hair still sweaty stuck in little locks to his forehead, and she
gently moved them aside. She smiled at herself, recalling the cause of that sweat.
They had entered the bedroom together, embraced, almost to hang together, overwhelmed by emotion.
Once reached the bed, they looked at each other in the eyes, smiling shyly. Andr� had broken the
embrace, taking her hand and leading her to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he had sat close to her,
beginning to caress her face. To cover her with kisses. Ad she hadn�t remained passive, but she had
answered with caresses and kisses as much passionate. The broken breath, they could feel the beatings
of their hearts racing madly, while together laid themselves on the bed covers. They had decided, and
they wouldn�t go back: they were both excited and serene. Happy. They smiled each other.
Andr� slid over her, nibbling her lower lip, so as to coax her to accept a new kiss. Oscar put her hand in
his hair, interweaving her fingers with his dark curls. His mouth was sweet. Oscar thought that anything
had such a good taste as Andr�s mouth. They pulled away to look at each other again: Andr�s look was
sparkling in the candle light, and Oscar saw reflected her own desire. She let go at the touch of his hand
that freed her from her shirt, revealing the white glow of her skin. Andr� was left dazzled for a moment:
she was beautiful, he thought. And he said it: �You are beautiful.� and at those words Oscar�s cheeks
flushed with a shade of rose.
Andr� couldn�t avert his gaze from that beauty: her hair lit up with the tones of the honey and the gold,
her mouth reddened by kisses was like a forbidden fruit just profaned, of which he kept the sweet
flavour on his lips and her breasts, small and round, quivering under his look full of desire. Andr� bent
over her to kiss that incarnate wonder. And this time she didn�t say no, but only: �Oh, Andr�, moaning
with pleasure when his tongue wrapped around the little rosy bud of her breast. Feverish, Oscar�s
hands passed from his hair to his shirt collar, already open, trying to find again that skin she caressed
shortly before. Andr� moaned on his turn: she found a way to reciprocate with her fingers that feeling
he was giving her.
Oscar blushed at the memory of how they had undressed each other, overwhelmed by passion, without
any shame. Still embracing Andr� from behind, she placed her cheek on his back, between his shoulder
blades: she was avidly breathing his scent, and then, not holding anymore, she began kissing him on the
neck. She let her hand sliding along his side, insistently caressing him. Nothing doing! The sleeping
handsome didn�t react. Sleeping was the thing Andr� loved the most, after eating. She knew that very
well: how many times his grandma was driven mad calling him so that he wake up, and when he was
little boy often he woke up by a hail of spoon blows. And in addition now he had to be really worn out:
he had done his utmost in every way so as she could have an unforgettable night of love. Oscar chuckled
naughtily, trying then to nip his shoulder. She was thinking that he hadn�t spared himself at all: he had
kissed, caressed, nibbled, and, she blushed again, licked her. Like when he had ran all along her body
with his kisses, to end his exploration between the blond curls that veiled her intimacy. And, luckily,
nobody had heard her shouting. And then, not holding anymore the heat of his passion, Andr� had taken
her, and he had loved her giving all himself.
Oscar rubbed again her cheek where Andr�s neck met his shoulders. She was thinking back to the
incredibly good feeling of having him inside her. And she wanted him again� if only he would wake up!
She let her hand going up again along his back, to then let it slide over his chest with a hug, while she
kept nipping his shoulder. Andr� grumbled in his sleep. �Uhm�� Oscar congratulated herself: he began
to react, finally! Certainly, if she thought back to the heat of their intercourse, she could understand his
tiredness: the mere thought caused her delicious shivers. Andr� had held her tight in an ardent
embrace, first restraining himself, to be gentle with her, then, following her moans, he had released his
passion. And Oscar acknowledged being conquered by that ardour. And he hadn�t only made love to her,
but he had woken up the woman who was in her, and now� he had to pay for his scot. Now in fact she
was nibbling his neck. And this time the sleeping handsome spoke: �MMmmhh� Oscar�� to then sink
again in the restorative sleep, as soon as Oscar stopped, thinking to have achieved her objective� not at
all! Oscar began to think of using some non-conventional weapon, such as the famous spoon, when a
naughty idea crossed her mind.
Her hand began to caress his abdominal muscles with a slow and voluptuous movement underlining
with her fingers the curve of each muscle, going down more and more towards his navel, exploring it
with the fingertip, to then slide even more down. His skin was warm, the breath regular in his sleep.
Oscar fingers found their way through the dark curls, where his body was warmer.
And if Andr� was still sleeping, his virility instead was wide awake! Oscar held his breath, her cheek still
rested on his back: so it was like that� she touched it for the first time. She had gazed at it, before,
when for the first time she had seen Andr� naked, glorious in his arousal, and she had found it beautiful.
She felt herself blushing. It was like that, then. Its skin was soft, moist, and smooth.
At her gentle touch the virile member slightly moved: she remained surprised and pulled away her
fingers. Then she nerved herself and again touched it, getting the same answer. Oscar became
audacious, and delicately she held it tight in her hand. She closed her eyes: the heat that she felt inside
herself, now she knew it, it was the desire. Her hand ran along it, caressed it, feeling the palpitating
veins under his skin. The extremity of the member attracted her attention: with her fingertip she
brushed the edge of the skin that uncovered the tip. Suddenly, her hand was blocked in the grasp of the
warm and strong hand of Andr�. �Oscar�� he murmured hoarsely: the sleeping handsome had woken
up at last!
Oscar felt almost like when, as a child, Nanny had caught her with her fingers in the jam.
Andr� turned around suddenly, seizing her and holding her in his arms.
�Gently, Andr�, you�re crushing me!� Oscar said laughing.
But the former sleeping handsome had no intention to loose his grip on the blonde. �You� you pest�
you deserve a punishment for having woken me up!� Andr� said, gazing her in her eyes with a look
sparkling with joy.
Oscar smiled mischievously: �Ah, yes? And which would be the punishment? What do you intend to do
to me?� she said, while she kept simulating to wriggle free, chuckling.
�Uhm... let me see... well, I may begin with this�� And he bent over her face to draw his lips to hers, to
capture them in a languid kiss. Oscar felt melting, overwhelmed by the heat that flooded her, and
returned Andr�s kiss, pressing close to him.
They pulled away, the breath slightly gasping, and Andr� placed his head on her breast, closing his eyes.
�You know, Oscar� I feared waking up to realize that it had been only a dream, or worse� that you
could have changed mind and regret having made love to me tonight.� He sighed.
Oscar buried her hand in his hair, with a reassuring caress. �You silly, how could you think such a thing?
You know that if I make a decision I never go back.� Then she whispered in his dark waves: �And
besides this� I love you.�
Andr� was listening to Oscar�s heartbeat. Actually there was no need for her to say anything. Not even
for him. They remained like that, a little time.
Oscar ruffled up his hair. �And then, this punishment? Is that all?� she said laughing.
Andr� raised his face and with a splendid smile: �Not at all! This is just the beginning!� and laughing he
threw himself on her, covering her with kisses.
~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~
After their lovemaking they remained like that, embraced, a long time. Then Andr� spoke and said:
�Oscar� I have to confess you something.�
She stared at him questioning, opening her blue-sky eyes wide. �What?�
He cleared his throat: �Hem... you know, before� actually I wasn�t sleeping at all. I was awake and I
wanted to enjoy your caresses. I desired you to touch me.�
Oscar narrowed her eyes and Andr� held his breath, until Oscar answered: �I have to confess you
something as well, Andr�.�
�What, Oscar?� he asked, anxiously.
Oscar cast a naughty glance at him: �I knew it.�
~ THE END ~
Notes:
[1] Sonata for four hands in C Major for Piano K 521. This sonata was composed by Mozart on May 1787 and dedicated to the Natrop sisters, Nanette and Babette. This sonata it is the last of his four-hands compositions for piano, and consists of just three movements: allegro (allegro cantabile), andante and allegretto.
You may listen to it on you tube. ^___^
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