This began as a Drabble from a Tumblr and then grew into a personal challenge to see how my music terms I could fit in one story. I've worked on this in stages for almost a year and it's been staring at me in my Google docs, daring me to finish it.

Challenge accepted.

I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. Reviews are welcome and much appreciated.

The request seemed harmless enough, falling from her lips after a rather heated kiss.

"Make me a symphony, Erik."

He blinked, unsure if he had heard her correctly. "A symphony?"

" A concerto, an etude, a sonata, if you feel so inspired," A careless wave of her palm accented by an impish grin. "I want your music, maestro."

"Christine, my darling, you deserve nothing less than a symphony," he conceded with a sigh even as a brow arched higher on his forehead. "But… right now?"

"What better time?" she chirped, eyes sparkling as she gazed up at him.

Erik hesitated, but knowing he could deny her nothing, scrubbed a hand over his bare face with a sigh. "As you wish." He pushed himself up to lean on one arm, eyes scanning furiously for the trousers that had been discarded earlier in his haste to end up in the very bed they now lay in.

Christine stopped him with a hand to his chest. "Where do you think you are going?"

He paused, having located said trousers and one foot planted firmly on the floor. "To get dressed, of course. I certainly can not strut to the piano in my current state."

Christine tugged him back into bed with an exasperated sigh. "I said nothing about the piano, Erik."

"But...Christine...how am I supposed to….that is, you just indicated that you wanted…"

"And I meant every word. You are a composer, are you not?"

"But there is so much to think about!" He insisted, rolling on his side to face her. "The tempo, the key, the scales...I simply must have my instruments."

"You have me," she countered, leaning up to press an enticing kiss to the corner of his mouth. Lacing her long fingers through his larger ones, she drew him closer until he hovered over her. "We both know what beauty these fingers and your voice are capable of with the piano and violin." Her eyes darkened as her lips curled into an inviting smile, pressing a kiss to each palm. "I want to know what...other talents lie within these hands and that mouth of yours."

His head was still swimming as she chuckled and pressed her mouth to his again, giving him no time to protest and effectively erasing his stunned expression with her kiss. He allowed himself to be pulled back down to the pillows and to oblivion beyond before his brain snapped back into focus. A symphony it is to be, then.

The first movement came slow and steady, the key discovered with Christine's sighs of approval as he leaned into her, releasing her hands to thread his fingers through her long tresses and tilt her chin up. Key of E major. An old favorite.

Experience had taught him that one could labor over such a composition for days, even months at a time or create exceptional beauty in mere moments if feeling so inspired. A pleasurable hum from the muse beneath him settled the matter: tonight's orchestration would be another variation on a theme that always proved to satisfy.

Lips and fingers began to wonder, adagio, unable to resist the temptation to caress and compose:

Chords created on silk.

Glissandos gliding over skin.

Scales sliding up and down and up again.

As he felt the melody begin to form under his fingertips, Christine's sweet soprano cut in, adding pitch and dimension with high sighs and happy murmurs. A long note as she held him tight. A rest where she paused his hands to pull his face back to hers for a lingering kiss. If he was the composer, she was the conductor, guiding the cadence and movement of the music he crafted.

He may be the master but she was the muse.

And he would worship forever at her temple.

But his precious muse was not the typical sort as his adoration was equally returned. With a playful swipe of tongue and impish glint in her eyes, her mouth traveled south to find the sensitive spot at his neck even as small hands sought another place on his skin. Slow stroke drew deep moans from this throat, lyrical longings vocalized with quickening bursts complementing candied high notes breathed against his skin.

With short, swift swipes, she upped the tempo, faster and faster until he thought he would break. Wrenching away, he captured hands and lips with a low growl in a dissonant clash of soprano and tenor. She surrendered easily, allowing him to take the lead in their symphonic duet as she wove one lean leg through his knees, parting them in silent direction.

Eyes closed and lips pressed to hers, he allowed muscle memory to take over, moving effortlessly to settle between her thighs. A few shifts were all it took to join melody to harmony in an ageless dance, causing both to still, staccato breaths dotting the darkness.

Erik exhaled into the stillness, cracking his eyes open to the sight of Christine beneath him, mouth agape as she adjusted to the feel of him, familiar and welcome. He struggled to hold himself, to place her pleasure first, always her before him, but his body was quickly threatening to rebel. She shifted slightly and blinked up at him a moment later, reached down to pull him deeper and grit out, "Finish it, Erik."

The sound that accompanied his first thrust was almost feral, the tempo rapidly morphing from adagio into accelerando. He was vaguely aware of Christine's answering cries as he worked her body under his hands, high-pitched tones that climbed with every press and drag of his flesh against hers.

Tight, short breaths came in sharp puffs of air as Erik's hand found hers and Christine lifted her chin to press their foreheads together. With bodies converging at various points, the rhythm that had begun as a controlled pizzicato grew to atonal chaos accented by a cacophonous crescendo of notes.

Any hope of a harmonious ending to his composition was eviscerated at those sounds, but when he rolled off to lay beside his beloved, saw the satisfied sparkle in her eyes, any disappointment quickly fled.

Christine's gaze collided with his, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he caught his breath even as her own heaved to regain the same abilities. Nestling into the crook of his neck,, a hand flattened on his heart while her eyes fell closed with a satisfied sigh. "The most beautiful music indeed. Your talent knows no limits, my love."

Folding her within his arms, he tilted his head down to happily press a kiss to her crown of chestnut curls.

"As my diva commands."