Thump Thump Thump
As a Siren, I was always taught that out of all the senses of the world; those of sound had the most power. From the soft whispers of temptation to the full orchestra of destruction, no other sense carries such weight behind it. It would only be natural that I would be attune to waking up with my ears first.
“His heartbeat.” I thought to myself as the steady slow tempo continued to sound and my brain connected the sound to the source. I’ve heard his heartbeat before of course. When we went on that roller coaster months ago and it sounded fast, frantic, excited. The trip on the cruise airship where it switched between unsteadiness from air sickness and calming tranquility. Last night…where it…I felt a bit of heat in my cheeks as samples of last night fluttered in my mind. Of course the sound was the first I would remember. The creaking of the bed, the gasping of breaths.
Now, as the morning sun tried to fight through the curtains I found this tempo of his heartbeat to be the most fascinating. Like the beat of a drum it carried a steady rhythm that could be the basis for a fast pace pop song the Rainbooms were experienced in or the slow hypnotic songs my sisters and I once used before we lost our crystals.
Thump Thump, Thump Thump, Thump Thump
A second beat joined in the first and my sleepy mind took a while to realize that it was my own heart beat. My eyes briefly open to blink a bit of the sleepiness away, finding my vision covered in fur before closing them as I listen to the beats. They sounded…in sync almost. Like two drummers matching playing along. However, there was no rising tension, no build up. Not even a change in the beat. Just a two thumps that seem to be speaking to each other. Promises of nights like the last full of passions and nights like this mornings full of slowness. Promises of days in the garden and nights in the clubs. Promises of a simple breakfast in the morning and a home cooked dinner.
Our hearts were talking, making promises about a future they both wanted to hear. A desire to listen to the beat of the other; to truly learn what each thump meant.
“...he deserves better.” My sleepy mind interjected. Memories of my past trickling in. The songs of my sister and I. The enthralling of hundreds of creatures. The Battle of the Bands. A past of vengeance and hatred. How could a stallion find beauty in such ugliness?
His body shifted and I felt his legs pulling me in closer. Our chests pressed up so our hearts were that much closer. Did his heart sense what my mind was telling my own and made his body move? His smell, marred with sweat, was still present and tickled my nose. Simple with a hint of pine. My lips could still taste the lingering taste of his own and my tongue licked them in order to sample the flavor. His hoof pressed up against my bedridden messy mane and brushed it, getting his hoof caught in my curls a bit but managing to not pull too hard.
These actions all pointed to the message his beating heart was speaking to my own. A desire to look beyond the scars of my past. The flaws of my soul and to see the gem he thought I had hidden underneath. I wanted to tell him off, saying that I was a broken creature who didn’t deserve it and my heart somehow managed to convey that. His heart beat, steady and in tempo, disagreed and I found some small part of me starting to agree with it.
I heard the bed shifting and felt my body moving a bit as he pulled me a bit closer till my head was resting on his shoulder. I could feel him leaning down as my eyes opened up to watch what he was doing. Soon I felt a soft kiss planted on the back of my neck. The electric sensation of the touch caused a shiver down my body. My mouth opened and a soft noise that I never knew I was capable of making came out as I wiggled myself to fall deeper into the embrace. My muzzle moved up to nuzzle at the side of his neck as the rest of my senses were now waking up.
I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that in his bed. The sun was doing its best to break through the curtains at this point and I could start to smell the odors of our escapade last night. Yet in this moment, right here and now my mind casted back to when I first met him. It was a simple task I thought. Just to use him as a gateway to get at some of the more influential ponies that lived in Canterlot. Just a stepping stone to my rise of power where I would play the role I always deserved. That of a playmaker and a powerful force on the political stage.
However, those plans right now felt so disgusted to me that I could see myself making them and hated myself that I did. That night and this morning without me realizing it; that once grand plan was slowly stripped away and rendered meanless to me. One day I will tell him the truth and perhaps he might come to hate me. I wouldn’t blame him. Yet hearing his heartbeat made me hope against hope that he will forgive me. He would call me a silly siren, a cute pet name that I use to grumble but not secretly enjoy, and hold me. My mind is already painting the scene in my head.
“It is time for breakfast.” His voice echoed in my ear, the first words of the day.
I smiled and replied “Then let us welcome the new day then.” We both slowly separated and I made my way to his bathroom to clean up. My mind is still hearing his heartbeat in time with my own.
Author's Note
Yes I know its probably OOC for Adagio and I know this is not all that great. Still hopefully some people will like it.
