Elijah/Anna
The keys of the piano slammed in obvious annoyance, the melodic tune disappearing into the air. Anna winced as Elijah banged on the keys, obviously frustrated with the music.
"Can't get it?" she asked softly, slipping onto the bench beside him. They'd been working on the same piece for nearly two weeks, and Anna knew that the one sheet of music had been driving Elijah absolutely insane.
"No! There's something wrong with Bach, I swear it, I think he was on drugs when he decided to write this piece of---!"
Anna had taken Elijah's chin and pulled him to her to silence his rant with a kiss. He muttered a few choice words into her mouth before he finally relaxed and kissed her back. She'd become an expert at quieting the man, because his music tended to put him in quite the mood when it wouldn't go his way.
They parted and their noses bumped. Elijah let out a sigh, and said quietly, "I still think Bach was on crack."
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