You watch as the fingers of Antonio's right hand move smoothly across the metal strings of the guitar. His left hand moves back and forth, using his pick to strum the beautiful Spanish guitar. His forest green eyes are closed and he is completely enveloped in his instrumental magic. You listen intently to every sound, loving the music even though you couldn't even begin to comprehend how to play a guitar yourself. You close your eyes, swaying along with the sounds of the guitar. After a minute or so, it fades away and the world is strangely silent. You open (e/c) eyes to see Antonio staring at you, smiling ever so slightly.
"Did you like the music, chica?"
You nod silently, too embarrassed knowing he was watching you swaying along as he played the guitar to speak.
"Do you know how to play?"
You shake your head.
"Would you like to learn?"
You nod emphatically, eyes bright with anticipation.
Antonio laughs, making your heart soar. "Alright then." He pats the ground next to him, "Come here."
You scoot over and sit next to Toni, not sure what will happen.
He lifts his guitar up, placing it in your lap. You sit very still, unsure of what to do next. Antonio crawls behind you and sits himself down, wrapping long arms around you and placing his hands in their correct positions on the guitar.
"Let's start with something simple." He whispers in your ear, strumming the guitar gently.
"That was the A chord. Now you try it."
You place your fingers on the strings, trying to find the correct positioning. You wince as you tentatively pluck the guitar strings, resulting in an awful screeching protest from the guitar.
Toni adjusts your fingers, placing his atop your own. "Now try." He says gently, pressing the tips of his fingers down so your grip on the guitar is firm.
You strum again, the guitar making a melodious noise in response. You grin, playing the chord again.
"Muy bien, chica!" Antonio tells you excitedly.
And so it begins. Toni teaches you the rest of the chords and with each one he seems more distracted. You even catch him smelling our hair as he teaches you the G chord. He's able to keep himself together, though.
That is… until you begin your shaky version of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."
"Muy bien. Very good." He whispers softly, leaning close to your neck. He closes his eyes and begins to nibble at your neck, making you let out a little gasp before giving in, fingers going slack on the strings of the guitar as you let yourself melt into his embrace.
"You know…" Antonio purrs, "The Spanish are known for plucking the strings of their guitars…" He turns your head around to somewhat face him, "But I've always preferred plucking on heart strings." With that he kisses you on the lips, passionate and insistent.
You drop the guitar, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Lessons are done for the day…