Title: Don’t Look Away: Chapter Three, Found Harmony
Rating: NC-17 [language, sex]

Summary: Pete and Cady duet.




Remaining at the dining room table for a moment, Pete watched Cady clear the dishes away, heading towards the sink. Karen had cooked for him before, but rarely. And even if she thought it plain, Cady’s meal seemed imbued with so much. How was it that their first true meal together was so... perfect? They hadn’t some five star chef preparing a meal with exotic ingredients, served to them in a posh candlelit restaurant. Instead Cady had labored over the stove in her open flat, their meal lit with scarf-covered lamps. It was a different world than he thought. It was so... down-to-earth. Cady was plain amazing.

And shouldn’t have been worrying over the dishes.

Jumping up, Pete hurried over to Cady, wrapping his arms around her from behind, “Leave those be.”

Cady shook her head slightly, “I cannot sleep with dirty dishes in the sink. So go put on another record and open the other bottle of wine.”

Without hesitation, he hurried over to her record player. Choosing the sexiest album of her select few, he glanced at his domestic goddess. Within moments, Cady caught the rhythm of the music and began to sway and gyrate. Watching her for a minute, Pete smiled. One more bottle of wine and she would be his completely.

Refilling each of their glasses, he held hers to her lips, her hands still buried in the sudsy water. Leaning away as she swallowed, Cady smiled at him. Unable to resist, Pete set her glass down, cupped her face, and kissed her.

“Forget the dishes,” he muttered and kissed her again.

“Grab a towel and dry them. It’ll make it go that much faster.”

Snatching up a towel, Pete quickly took to the chore. Whenever she offered him a dish, he stole a kiss before accepting it. Every other plate he sipped wine, offering it to Cady as well. As he dried the final plate, she rinsed out her washcloth, and turned to Pete. Setting down the final plate, he grabbed her by the waist, spun her about and kissed her. Twice they danced around the kitchen before the record ended. Pete instantly frowned.

“Oh just go turn it over, sourpuss,” Cady remarked, turning to fill their wine glasses once more.

With music in the air once more, Pete returned to Cady. With little grace at all, he quickly downed his glass of wine, waited for her to do the same, and swept her into his arms. By the time the second side of the album was over, the bottle of wine was gone and Cady’s head spun as much as Pete spun her.

“I’ll put something else on,” Pete declared.

“Oh no, baby,” Cady responded. “Your touch is enough like music to me.”

Grinning he kissed her once more, “Duets are so much better.”

“Perhaps then we should harmonize,” she winked and pulled from his arms.

Clicking off the shrouded lamps in the dining and living ares, she made her way over to her large bed. Pete flicked the light switch off in the kitchen and took a circuitous route to her so that he could turn the record player off. As he turned to face the beautiful woman, Cady dropped her sweater on the hardwood floor. Stopping in his tracks, Pete struggled to hold her gaze as her fingers reached behind her back, deftly unfastening her bra. Shrugging in and out of the garment, Cady tossed it aside before coyly covering her breasts with her hands. Stumbling forward, not because he was drunk but rather because his toes had forgotten about the thick shaggy rug she stood on, Pete flushed. His stumble was enough for Cady to hold out her hands to catch him however. Eagerly his hands slid into hers and he closed the final meter between them to kiss her.

His mouth did not remain on hers long. After tasting her wine sweet kiss, Pete pulled back to truly appreciate her breasts. He cupped one in each hand, marveling at how perfectly they fit his hands. His thumbs traced around her rosy nipples, feeling them pucker and tighten with each pass. He needed to kiss and taste them so badly. Kneeling before Cady brought him to nearly eye level with her breasts, but not quite. Oh how he loved his tall beauty.

Deciding that sitting on the bed was a better option, Pete quickly changed his location, all while still caressing her breasts. With his hands still playing prelude to their melody, Cady could do nothing but turn her face to her maestro. Somehow keeping her eyes open, though Pete was turning her body to fluid music, she looked down and watched his curvy mouth shower kisses on her right breast, his hand still cupping it as if her breast would disappear without his touch. He treated her left breast to the same treatment, oddly avoiding her nipples.

Ah but the moment his hot tongue flicked her rosy bud, Cady gasped. It was as if he had smashed into a dozen cymbals. He played her body like an expert already and was not even acquainted with it. His talented tongue circled each erect bud, his teeth teasing and nipping. Liquid heat pooled between her legs, her eyes fluttered close, a moan passed her rosy lips.

“Oh Pete,” she groaned.

Smiling he kissed between her breasts, feeling the rhythm of their song in their heartbeat. Pulling his mouth away from her warm flesh which was already beginning to flush with desire, he released her breasts. His hand turned her face back to his and his mouth captured hers once more. His tongue rolled over hers but soon Cady took charge of the kiss. Aggressively kissing him, she pushed him backwards and straddled his lap. Devouring his kiss for a long few minutes, she leaned out of it the moment he touched her breasts again.

With a short growl, her fingers quickly attacked the small white buttons of his shirt. The first few she successfully pushed through the small holes. But then Pete pinched both of her nipples simultaneously, sending an erotic note shooting through her body. She tore the rest of his shirt open, sending the remaining buttons flying. Pete chuckled, released her breasts to shrug the rest of the shirt off, and circled her in his embrace. Both moaned into their kiss as flesh touched flesh.

Chewing on his bottom lip for a brief moment, Cady abruptly pulled out of Pete’s lap. Before he could question her actions, her fingers slipped under her waistband and unfastened her skirt. Stepping out of it, her eyes flicked to Pete’s. His eyes were intently focused on her lacy panties. Clearing her throat to draw his attention, she pointed clearly at his pants in a manner that questioned what he was going to do about it. With an understanding smile, Pete stood as well and dropped his pants. Cady tapped her foot and motioned to his briefs as well. Smirking his thumbs slipped into his waistband. Rather than remove them, Pete merely snapped the elastic, his eyes challenging her to do something about it herself.

Without pause, Cady’s fingers slipped under the band. While she wanted to merely rip them down, she did not. Instead she carefully stretched them down over his erection. As his sex was exposed, she licked her lips and let go of his cotton drawers. Her left hand quickly circled his girth as her mouth gently touched his. He moaned into her mouth as her fingers spiraled around him. Pulling from the kiss Cady intended to kneel and taste him but Pete read her intentions and refused to let her pull out of his embrace.

Intending to turn her around and guide her to the bed, Pete’s brows arched as she wiggled away from him, stepping out of his reach. She quickly answered his unasked question by turning about and stripping the blanket off the bed. Before he could speak, Cady crawled to the very middle and faced him, still on her knees. Grinning Pete crawled towards her, animal energy shining in his eyes.

Kneeling before her, he cupped her face and kissed her sweetly. Cady smiled at the end of the kiss, her glittering eyes looking into his. Their lips touched once more, her arms circling about his neck. Ever so gently, Pete began to press her back towards the bed. Spreading her legs as she laid back, Cady maneuvered her legs out from underneath herself carefully, her knees coming up on either side of Pete. She groaned upon feeling his cock press against her lace covered mound.

Pulling out of the kiss, he looked down into her eyes. In that very moment, he felt complete. All the troubles he had surmounted over the years suddenly seemed to make sense. He didn’t, not even then, think for a moment that he was good enough for her. But he would spend the rest of his life meeting her expectations, hopefully exceeding them. She was the match he had dreamed of so many nights and days before. She was his perfection.

“Oh, Cady,” he breathed, his fingers brushing hair from her face, “I have waited all my life for this.”

While she could have teased him that it was just sex, a part of her felt the same. She just knew her entire life was about to change and it wasn’t because she was a virgin, because she wasn’t. Uniting with Pete physically was going to complete something she had been missing for all of her life. It was frightening, especially since they had not known each other long. But she absolutely believed that did not matter. They were meant to be. She knew it. Fuck what the rest of the world thought.

“I love you, Pete. You were made for me,” she muttered.

“Baby,” he kissed her sweetly, “I am going to do everything in my power to make you happy always.”

Cady pulled him back into a brief kiss, “You already are.”

His hands traveled down her sides as they kissed, briefly caressing her breasts once more as it to remind her of the initial melody. As Pete reached her lacy waistband, Cady arched her hips towards him, pressing his sex against her lacy mound but also allowing his hands to slip around and removed the garment. However Pete’s fingers did not slip under the pale blue elasticized lace. Instead he caressed her hips, his hands rolling over her thighs. His right hand reached for the fabric separating his touch from her dewy heat. Gently he pulled it to the side, causing the fabric to slip up her ass crack. With her molten flower exposed, Pete broke away from the kiss, intending to sample her nectar.

“No, Pete,” she breathed, quickly figuring his intentions. “I cannot wait.”

Smiling devilishly against the hollow of her throat, he quickly weighed his options. Should he torture her with pleasure a bit longer or should he join with her? Before he could reach a decision, her fingers wrapped about him, her right leg hooking about his waist to urge him forward. Meeting her hungry mouth once more, Pete pushed forward, her fingers guiding him, his holding her panties aside.

The moment his engorged tip parted her petals Pete broke the kiss. Her eyes flew open as her body quickly accommodated his. Their eyes remained locked as he slid as deeply into her body as possible. Only when their dark pubic hair entangled did Pete realize he was more deeply in Cady than any previous lover. In that very moment they were truly one entity.

“Oh, Cady, baby, I love you,” he muttered.

“Pete,” was all she could whisper.

His lips pressed to hers once more and he slowly began to pull out. Not even half-removed Pete felt lost. Pushing forward once more solved this feeling. He never wanted to disconnect ever.

“Pete,” she breathed as he remained unmoving deep in her, “I... I have never... felt... this...”

“Me too, my love,” he kissed her softly. “Me too.”

Cady pulled him into a gentle yet erotic kiss. Her short manicure fingernails gently scratched his skin, silently asking him to conduct their duet. Slowly with great hesitation, Pete began to move. Every thrust, kiss, caress, and pinch progressed the song, slowly working towards a crescendo. He played her body with passion, hearing her reaction to each note he teased from her. Her body began to predict his strokes, rising to meet each one.

They danced, sang, and felt the natural harmony between them. Every note between them took them closer and closer to the finale. Pete never wanted their composition to end. It deserved to be as epic as any symphony by Mozart, Bach, or Rachmaninoff. But the tempo increased, their breaths became shallow and punctuated, a gleam of perspiration shimmered on their skin. Their climax was close.

“Oh god, Pete,” Cady moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Arched away from her currently to watch the building tension, his hands on her hips, Pete thrust deeply into her body and leaned down to kiss her. She aggressively kissed him, her legs locking tightly around his waist. Their song was paused at the very beginning of the crescendo. Their pulses raced, the scant breaths intermingled as one. They were one.

“Cadence, I love you,” he groaned and kissed her once more. “I love you.”

“Pete, my love,” her hands left his shoulders, framing his face, “I’m going to love you forever.”

Lovingly kissing her, he wondered if they remained thusly longer, that it would extend their symphony. Not wanting it to end, Pete decided to test that thought. He showered her face with small kisses. His fingers traced along her glistening flesh but avoided her breasts and certainly did not venture to where they pulsed as one. The longer Pete remained motionless, the more their melody softened. Without action they back away from the crescendo, played with a false ending. It was time for her solo.

Gingerly pulling away Pete showered her with kisses once more. Ever aware how tightly she was strung, he avoided her highly erogenous zones, though his fingers ached to touch her. Rolling off of her and onto his back Pete was not surprised when Cady quickly followed.

However she had picked up on his intentions and decided extending their jam session was highly desirable. Straddling Pete, Cady pressed her oozing sex to his lower abdomen. Pete groaned at the contact, feeling her juices squish against his skin. With a smile the brunette leaned down and kissed him, sliding herself along his glistening cock. Feeling his moan, she sat back up, reached down, and rather than guide him back where he belonged, she pressed his erection towards his stomach. Dark blue eyes focused on his and she began to slid her body along his, the tip of his cock poking through her pubic hair. Groaning Pete’s hands rested on her upper thighs, his eyes breaking away from hers to watch her actions. He felt the return of the frenzied tension from her erotic rocking.

“Cady,” he groaned, his fingers tightening on her thighs.

Sliding up further than she had any of the previous strokes, her hand reached down and blocked his cock from going anywhere but inside of her. Both moaned as he once more found his home in her body. Pressing her hands to his chest, Cady began to slowly ride Pete. Every few strokes, she rotated her hips, causing him to press against her interior walls in different places. Again the energy began to build between them.

Pete’s hands left her thighs and moved to her hips. As she lifted up, he held her steady. Their eyes met and he began to thrust up into her. Moaning her hands covered her breasts, her fingers rolling her nipples. Tossing her hair back, Cady purred his name as he began to slam into her.

Needing to taste her, Pete sat up, his hands pressing her down into his lap. Her legs quickly circling behind him, her arms flung around his shoulders. Their mouths met powerfully and she wiggled in his lap. He cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples. His hips twitched, trying to join her in singing the melody.

“Baby... baby...” he groaned.

“Yes, Pete. Oh god, yes!” she breathed.

Mouth smashing upon hers, he quickly rolled them. Two powerfully deep stokes and he felt the song explode around him. Cady gasped, her own body tensing around his for the last note. Together a loud, clear note rang out. As their bodies continued to pulse like some extended feedback at the end of their song, Pete kissed her lovingly. She did not unwrap her legs from about his waist and so he merely relaxed in her embrace, his cock so very deeply entrenched in her body.

For a few long minutes they remained wrapped around each other thusly, a silent whisper of their harmony still reverberating between them. Pete kissed her ear, his hand gently fondling her furthest breast. A sweet smile lit her face as her fingers played with his hair.

“Baby,” he whispered, “I don’t think... I don’t think I have ever...”

“Me neither.”



Waking with a slight chill on his left side, Pete carefully pulled out of Cady’s embrace to retrieve the blanket that had fallen off the bed during their lovemaking. Glancing back at Cady as she lay naked except the blue panties he had never removed and completely unaware of his gaze, Pete could not help but smile. She truly was the most beautiful woman he had ever known. Even though they had not really been together long, not even a week if he really thought of it, it felt absolutely right. He would do anything for her. Quit the band, move to New York to be with her, get a real job. Anything she needed.

Moving back on the bed beside her, the blanket in hand, Pete stopped before covering her up. Rolling her onto her back, his hands slipped under her hips. Careful so as to not wake her, his slipped her panties down over her hips. Discarding them off the side of the bed, his eyes dropped down to that which was completely exposed now, the soft light of a couple of still lit lamps illuminating her body. Her soft dark pubic hair was matted from their lovemaking, but he still found it endearing that it appeared to be in the shape of a heart. His eyes slowly worked up her body, focusing on her perky breasts for a few moments, practically tracing her areolas with his eyes. He noticed a dark red spot along her collarbone and instantly regretted biting her so hard.

Looking at her face for just a brief moment, he smiled yet again. She had the perfectly proportioned face of an angel. High cheekbones, perfectly arched eyebrows, a petite nose, and curvy lips could only have been created by some god. Her luscious lips, even when asleep, just begged to be kissed and he could not resist.

Smiling as he kissed her, Cady stirred awake, her arms slipping around him to hold him in the kiss. Not yet sure if re-awakening their passion was a good idea, Pete ended it, pulled the blanket over them, and snuggled next to her. Her fingers lovingly ran through his short hair, her other hand meeting his on her stomach and intertwining with his.

A sudden thought shot through his mind, causing his body to tense. Jimi likely had been her first, or so Pete thought. There was no way he could have measured up to that man. He was not nearly as talented as the other guitarist. Not with a guitar, likely not with a woman either. But Cady had moaned his name. She hadn’t faked her orgasm, had she?

“Uh oh,” Cady remarked. “What’s wrong, Pete?”

“Was... was Jimi your first?”

“My first what?”

“Fuck.”

“No.”

“Really?”

“We actually never had sex. At least I don’t recall us ever having sex. There was one morning – or afternoon – where we both woke up in the same bed, naked. But there were no traces of stickiness on my body when I showered. Before meeting you, I would have slept with Jimi if he had wanted to,” Cady explained. “But he never did. He liked to look at me naked, I know that. But he never touched me, never so much as kissed me.”

“Uh, why the hell not? You’re the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever seen,” he commented.

“You’re sweet,” she kissed his forehead. “And I don’t know. You would have to ask him.”

“So, um, who was your first?”

“Do you really want to know?”

With a question like that, Pete considered saying no. But his curiosity has seized him so strongly that he had to know. And so he nodded.

“My math teacher.”

That brought forth more questions than it answered and so Pete asked her to continue.

Cady sighed, “Do we really have to do this, Pete?”

“Does it bother you?”

“I.. it’s not... that... it’s just... ugh,” she pulled away from him and rolled out of the bed. “I don’t want to see your eyes change. I don’t want you to look at me differently than you do now.”

“Baby,” he sat up, “I’m never going to look at you any differently than I do now. I love you.”

Folding her arms across her chest, Cady’s eyes went to his, “I’m not all that you think I am.”

“You’re not beautiful and talented and loving and the reason I was put on this earth?”

“You can’t possibly think all of that of me. We haven’t been together that long.”

“Baby,” he scrambled to the edge of the bed, his arms reaching out to pull her back to him, “we may not have been together long, but now and then you see a soul and you fall in love. You can’t do a thing about it. I am completely head over heels in love with you. There is nothing you can do about it. Nothing you say will change that. Our lives are entwined.”

“Pete,” she sighed, “can we just forget it? Please?”

He pulled her into his lap and kissed her briefly, “Of course. If it bothers you that much to talk about it, we won’t talk about it.”

“I’m sorry,” she laid her head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Pete.”

Kissing the top of her head, he responded, “You have no need to be, baby. We have a lifetime to figure everything out. It’s all right.”

“I love you,” she muttered.

“I love you too,” Pete claimed, laying backwards and bringing her with him. “Think we should go back to sleep?”

“I don’t think I can.”

“We’ll lay back down and I’ll tell you a story?” he offered.

“I... okay,” she agreed.



It had taken some time for Cady to relax and fall back asleep. Pete was not so fortunate. Her refusal to explain more about her first time would not have bothered him by itself. But the fact it seemingly troubled her had. Of course he had to taint their first time together by asking a stupid question and upsetting his love.

But why did it upset her? Had her math instructor forced her? Just the very thought of that made him bristle. And he was absolutely certain in that very moment that had to be the case. He would track the asshole down and kick his ass, break him into pieces like a guitar. There was no other solution.

Ever certain she would be able to feel his anger and thusly would wake, Pete pulled gently away. Covering her beautiful body with the blanket, he waited for a moment to see if she would stir. When she did not, other than to shift into the warm spot he vacated, Pete slipped into the bathroom. After relieving himself, he stood in front of the sink, staring at his reflection. After washing his hands and face, he half-expected the reflection to change, but it did not. His ugly mug, his large nose, still stared right back at him. What the fuck did Cady see in him? He was not exceptional, he was certainly unworthy of her love. But they were meant to be together, he felt that. Two bodies did not move in perfect concert without that being true. But why would she want him?

Leaving the bathroom, he checked on his sleeping beauty once more. Finding her still asleep, Pete found his pants and pulled them on without bothering with briefs. For a moment he realized the fabric against his skin felt as good as it looked. No doubt that was one of the benefits of expensive trousers over the ones that merely mimicked luxury. Itching for a smoke suddenly and not wanting to wake Cady with such, he pulled on his shirt, forgetting about the missing buttons until he reached them, shrugged, and found one of his sweater vests in the bureau to pull over it. With shoes slipped on his feet sans socks, Pete dug a pack of cigarettes out of the nightstand where he saw Cady store them, not closing the drawer completely. He headed to leave her apartment but stopped with his hand on the lock. He certainly did not want to leave it unlocked while he was gone. Quickly finding Cady’s keys, Pete left the loft, the door safely locked behind him.

Heading out to the streets of Soho, he shook a cigarette out of the pack. Perched between his lips, he lit the white stick as soon as the night lights of the unsleeping city illuminated him, though most probably would not have waited to step out of the building. Pausing for a moment, Pete glanced around and decided to familiarize himself with the neighborhood rather than just smoke on the stoop.

Randomly deciding to head to his left, Pete began to walk. There was a bit of a chill in the air, as if the city still clung to traces of its winter personality in those early morning hours. He passed by all night cafés beckoning all in with sounds of free form jazz and free form poetry. Stepping around a few beatniks on the streets, Pete marveled at how different New York seemed from London. He had visited the city before, but never in such an organic manner. Before it had been contained and directed by the band or its handlers. Wandering the night streets alone in an unfamiliar neighborhood was exhilarating, perhaps because it was a bit dangerous in its unknown qualities.

As he reached the end of the block, Pete wondered which of the four directions to proceed. His cigarette was gone and while he wanted to always be with Cady, he was not quite ready to go back to her. Eyes on the crosswalk sign, he lit another cigarette and let fate decide his direction. The light changed green and Pete crossed the street.



Waking in the bed alone did not bother Cady but Pete’s absence from the apartment was a bit troubling. But she brushed it asked, deciding he left for a smoke upon seeing the open drawer, and would return soon. With that in mind, she headed into the bathroom and showered. Fully expecting Pete to be back when she stepped out of the bathroom clad only in a towel, Cady frowned. Quickly inspecting the loft she discovered her keys gone, so that indicated he surely intended to return to her.

Dressing in a long tee shirt spotted with paint and fresh panties, Cady plaited her long brown hair from her face and dug her paints out. A bit surprised to find a prepared canvas tucked in her closet, especially without any recollection to having prepared it, she quickly set up her supplies around the easel near the bank of windows. With the sun beginning to rise, Cady knew her city would begin to take on a different glow. However the city was currently not her muse, her inspiration. Rather her lover was.

Starting with his startling blue eyes, Cady worked quickly, building the translucent layers of oils up. Within a few moments his eyes sparkled on the canvas. Stepping back from the canvas, she considered leaving the painting just as it was. His eyes were more than enough to identify him, at least in her mind. But as she missed his kisses, his portrait would need lips.

Each facial feature added to the canvas lead to her stepping back and surveying the composition. Her minimal portrait soon morphed into a true portrait. Though not photorealistic, the man in the painting could be easily identified on the streets. If she had more time, a photo or Pete himself, Cady could have churned out something reminiscent of a master’s portrait. But that inspiration did not strike her – because in the back of her mind she worried over Pete’s absence.

After properly caring for her brushes and tubes of paint, Cady fully dressed. While she was not entirely sure where to begin a search for Pete in the vast city, she felt she needed to. Grabbing a purse and locking the door with her spare key, Cady headed out into the New York morning. She paused at the top of the stoop, shaded her eyes and looked in both directions. While right seemed the likely choice, Cady’s instincts screamed left. And so she went left.

She continued straight for three blocks, stopping ever few minutes to ask people if they had seen Pete. It wasn’t until the third block that someone passing by as she spoke with a little old lady stopped and remarked that a man with a British accent was asking for directions three blocks south. As he fit Pete’s description, Cady quickly thanked the stranger and hurried across the street, horns blaring as she ignored traffic lights.

Reaching the intersection the stranger indicated, Cady looked all four directions. Her heart was pounding, fear at never finding Pete beginning to raise her blood pressure. What if the lost Brit had not been her Pete? What if Pete was lost in another direction? What if he wasn’t lost but returned to the loft after she left? What if—

All the frenzied questions in her soul suddenly stopped, her eyes landing on the back of a dark haired man. She didn’t need to see his face to know him. Her heart sang. Serendipitously he turned around and their blue eyes met. Without a breath of hesitation Cady rushed towards him, throwing her arms around his neck, her mouth pressed to his.

“Pete, I thought you were—”

“Lost? I was,” he admitted softly before kissing her again. “But now I am found because of you. In so many meanings of the word.”