4. Arabesque

The car pulled up the central driveway, past swan-shaped like hedges towards a two-story white lodge mansion embellished in neoclassical architecture.

When the car stopped, Estella nodded and politely excused herself. "Thank you."

Taking his time getting out of the car, Freddie came to her side. "You think you're gonna get rid of me like that?"

She tried to avert her eyes from his tight pants, sobering her expression. "No one's been in here with me."

"Well that's splendid—I don't know any 'no one's' around here.. good thing I'm Freddie Mercury." He took the lead towards the lodge anyway.

Hands on her hips, she planted her feet. "I usually do this alone, you know.."

"Not your usual day is it?" Continuing up the lodge's front steps, Freddie didn't turn back.

He ran his hand along the banister, up to the second level where he stood proudly on the balcony waiting for Estella to catch up.

She fought back a smile. "Well then.. I don't want to hear any complaints about you thinking this is boring."

"Sure won't be if I'm around dear..What's in there anyway?" He poked at her bag and squeezed it, trying to feel its contents. "When are you gonna show me??"

"What isn't in here is the real question." She shifted her bag to her opposite shoulder out of his reach. Yet Freddie followed her bag to her other side like a cat chasing a dangling toy. She swatted away his nosy attempts and his love for mischief.

The grand front door opened with a loud click, leading them down the vast and empty halls that were even whiter and brighter on the inside than out. The only thing that decorated the corridor's bright white walls were a series of sash windows.

On what felt like the longest walk ever to the last door at the end of the corridor, Freddie playfully skulked behind Estella as if she was his prey.

He didn't mind getting a full beautiful view of her from behind, admiring the way her hips and ass contrasted her waist.

In the room Estella chose at the end of the hall, inside, one giant mirror along the wall with a barre across its center. And beautiful black grand piano in the corner right next to a glorious arching window that Freddie couldn't wait to acquaint himself with.

"You put this here just for me?" He joked, sitting on the bench and testing a few notes, the sheer quality of the instrument with his skill made each note its own symphony. "Wow..."

"Glad you like it," she smiled. "I'll be right back."

"Don't forget to bring the pig back with you—god forbid you lose him."

Estella couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Why do you keep calling it a pig?!"

Standing from the piano, Freddie took slow predatory steps towards her... Before taking off into a run, chasing her and snorting like a pig.

"Ahah—Freddie!!!" Darting to the door and shutting it behind her, she dashed down the hall and all he could hear was her laughter.

"Show me!!" Smiling, Freddie sat back down at the piano feeling it out, loving how each note echoed through the big empty room.

He didn't hear the door click when she'd returned.

He didn't hear her quiet soft steps toward him.

But he did feel her, effortlessly stopping him in his tracks and completely hijacking his attention.

Fingers halting, Freddie's eyes absorbed her in wonder. Sunlight highlighting a beautiful view of her face, his eyes dipping with her neckline, following the sleek lines where her leotard slimmed around her waist, settling where it bared her hips and thighs and long lean legs, perfectly positioned with poised grace. Speechless, he mused on her like a work of art.

Laying her hand on top of the piano, she smiled. "I see you've made yourself at home over here."

Simply smiling and raising a playful eyebrow, Freddie pressed down on the keys, sending her an unspoken invitation in response. Leading her slow and gentle nods, she swayed her head, to the blend of his notes.

A slow rise from first position to take off, Freddie chose middle C to match her. She stepped out into second position and Freddie strung more notes together, improvising by ear like first nature.

Estella closed her eyes and listened to him press skillfully on each key as he opened up her heart and let his desires breathe, he fed off of the movements of her body.

She loved how his body also began to move with the rhythm and melody of his notes as he began to add his own words, sucking her back into the passion of his voice. Each word he uttered and note he chose more poignant than the last.

Freddie's fingers harmonized with her body. Anticipating her, ebbing and flowing together with smooth delicate ease. Voice dripping with his sexual nature, note by note, his body jerked in tempo with hers.

She lit up right in front of him, telling an entire story with her body. She lost herself in his flow as they created something completely new together. Notes flowing between her movements, Freddie's melodies filled her entire body.

When his fingers sped up, so did her body. The way he threw his head back and pursed his lips into an "o" when he hit a note particularly good...

His staccato notes mimicked raindrops on roses as Estella leaped into a for sissonne jump to finish with a beautiful arabesque, her outstretched arms and lifted leg creating a beautiful sleek line. She smiled and made her way to the piano, resting her hands on her hips to catch her breath.

Standing, Freddie took her hand and squeezed it, pulling her closer. Tension thickened with every breath as he examined this newly exposed side of her, memorizing it.

His eyes on her did all the talking, content with the pressure his silent gaze put her under, making any effort to calm her breath futile.

"Did you like that?" Freddie finally asked. "What we did together?"

She let a bit of comfortable silence linger before answering

"I did. You're a true musician."

A smile crawled across Freddie's face. "And you're a true ballerina."

"Oh no—No... No. I'm not."

"Why not?"

"I practice here on my own time. But I don't attend the school. I don't exactly have... the body of a ballerina." She crossed her arms, unconsciously covering herself. "There's.. standards."

"My dear you've got a fucking beautiful body—what do you mean?? You love it don't you? Ballet?"

"I do." she responded without hesitation. "I love it."

He raked his eyes shamelessly over her figure, giving her the full attention of his gaze. He stepped forward, tilting her chin up to look at him, then tilting her head to give him an elongated view of her neck.

His hand slid down her side and settled at her waist. Fingers grazing her stomach, the part that she often tried to hide, tone, and cinch to death. His fingers pressed into her flesh, letting her know he liked it.

Estella cleared her throat and switched the subject back to him. "You're very expressive. Very moving. Your voice. On the piano. I can..."

When her voice trailed off, Freddie stepped even closer and finished her sentence. "You can feel it?"

"I can."

Watching her chest rise and fall, Freddie tested how far she'd let him take her. No one else was here.