Dal Segno al Fine (Awakenings Book 6)

Dal Segno al Fine (Awakenings Book 6)

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance


Dal segno al fine (D.S. al fine) means to start back at the segno mark and continue playing until you reach the final barline. It literally means "play from the sign to the end." It's simply a repeat sign. Cian and Margo try to find their way back to each other. Cian's version of "The Revival". Pronunciation and meanings of the Irish words: Aoife- ‘Ee-fa’ Breandan- ‘Brendon’ Cian- ‘Key-an’ Daideó- ‘dadj yoh’ grandpa Eoin- ‘Oh in’ Áilleacht- ‘awl-yukht’ beauty Mhamó- ‘mum oh’ grandma Chuisle- ‘koo-shla’ a romantic term, literally means pulse Eejit- ‘ee-jit’ foolish person Gobdaw- ‘gob-da’ idiot Leanbh- ‘l-yon-ov’ my child Muppet- dummy Nollaig Shona- ‘Nul eek hon a’ merry Christmas. Pissing-raining Póg mo thoin- ‘pog ma hone’ kiss my ass “You’ve got a face on you like a well slapped backside”-angry Wagon- An overbearing, contrary and unattractive woman


Dal segno al fine (D.S. al fine) means to start back at the segno mark and continue playing until you reach the final barline. It literally means "play from the sign to the end." It's simply a repeat sign.

Cian and Margo try to find their way back to each other. Cian's version of "The Revival".

Pronunciation and meanings of the Irish words:
Aoife- ‘Ee-fa’
Breandan- ‘Brendon’
Cian- ‘Key-an’
Daideó- ‘dadj yoh’ grandpa
Eoin- ‘Oh in’
Áilleacht- ‘awl-yukht’ beauty
Mhamó- ‘mum oh’ grandma
Chuisle- ‘koo-shla’ a romantic term, literally means pulse
Eejit- ‘ee-jit’ foolish person
Gobdaw- ‘gob-da’ idiot
Leanbh- ‘l-yon-ov’ my child
Muppet- dummy
Nollaig Shona- ‘Nul eek hon a’ merry Christmas.
Póg mo thoin- ‘pog ma hone’ kiss my ass
“You’ve got a face on you like a well slapped backside”-angry
Wagon- An overbearing, contrary and unattractive woman

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I hit the ground running when I moved to New York City.  I spent my whole first day figuring out the subway.  A pocket full of cash, getting lost several times, and a few small panic attacks by the end of the day, but I felt like I had a decent understanding.  

The next day I met Jude, my investor, for lunch.  He had found a building he thought would be good to open up my music store, Absolute Music.  He  brought me there and showed me his vision.  The building was in an excellent spot in a busy part of the city and it was in great shape.  We would need to put in a few walls to make rooms for lessons, but that was basically it.  He had listened to my wants and put that together with his knowledge of the city and found the best of everything.  

The day after that, I just walked around the city.  No one paid any attention to anyone else, but somehow everyone was aware of everyone around them.  Everyone kept their eyes on their phones or newspapers, but moved so they didn’t bump into anyone.  It was strange to watch.  I had never seen anything quite like it.  I sat back to analyze the rhythm of the city.  It didn’t take long to get the beat. 

I got back to the apartment I shared with my two favorite girls and plopped onto the couch next to one of them.  Margo was the love of my life, she didn’t feel the same way.  She looked up at me from her book.  “Long day?”

“Yeah, but it was fucking awesome.”  I grinned.  She set down her book and turned her full attention to me.  I explained my day of people watching.  She stretched out her legs across my lap and I took that opportunity to massage her legs.  “I think I like it here.”

She giggled and ran her finger along my jaw.  “I figured you would.”  

A low bang against the wall caught my attention and I groaned.  “Again?”  My brother, Xander, had helped us get to New York.  He was dating Margo’s best friend and our other roommate, Jordyn.  They hadn’t stopped banging it out since we got there.

“Again.” Margo rolled her eyes.  “I had to leave just to get some peace.”

I laughed.  “You had to leave your quiet apartment and go into the loud city to get some peace?”  She nodded with a disgusted look on her face.  “Well that’s fucked up.”

“I know, right?”  She rested her head on the couch and finger the neck of my t-shirt.  “I love Xander, but he’s got to go.”

I moved my hands farther up her leg, careful not to get too close to what I really wanted.  I’d rather keep touching her at least a little than have her move away from me completely.  Her skin was so warm.  “I'd be happy to kill him for you.”

She laughed out loud.  “We can do it together, I’ve been making plans.”  I raised an eyebrow.  “It’s not perfect, but when they take a few minutes to sleep, we can go in and grab Jordyn’s toys.  We can somehow cover them with acid or poison or something then put them back.  When she uses them on Xander, they’ll both die.  Then I can finally have some peace.”

“Hm, that could work.”  I tapped my chin, pretending to think.  “But what kind of poison would stay on long enough to get to both of them.  It needs to be fast, lead poisoning wouldn’t do.”  Margo nodded and leaned closer.  Right then we heard the crack of a paddle and a yelp from Xander.  “Jesus.”  I pushed Margo’s legs off me and grabbed her hand.  “Let’s go find something for dinner.”

“Yes, Please.”  She scrambled to her feet and intertwined our fingers.  We rushed out of the apartment and walked to a nearby pizza place.  “I know we were joking about killing them, but I don’t think I’d mind it.”

I shook my head.  “It’s ridiculous.”

She grabbed my sleeve and looked at me with wide eyes.  “Is it revenge sex?  Did we do that to Jordyn?”

“No, absolutely not.”  I thought back to the fall we had together.  The only person that knew we had been together was Jordyn, so she’d help Margo and I make excuses for them to come to my apartment.  “Xander was almost always there and he didn’t know a thing.”

Margo shrugged.  “I guess, but it’s Xander.”

“Well, damn, you have a point.”  A particularly passionate night ran through my memories.  “You’re pretty loud.”

She laughed and slapped my arm.  “Me?  I’m not the one that cracked your headboard.”

I smiled.  “Yeah, that was good.”  Memories of her tied to my bed, the desperate need I had to take her over and over, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall, and the crack of the headboard finally giving in.

She slapped me again.  “Stop thinking about it.”

“I can’t help it.”  Our pizza came right then and I thanked the waiter and asked for another beer.  “I’m pretty sure you brought it up.”  She huffed and grabbed a slice of pizza.  She tried to hide it, but I knew she was thinking about it too.  “I fixed the headboard.”

“Well, thank God for that.”  She started to pick off the onions on her pizza.  She liked the flavor but they made her sick if she had too many.  She put them on my side.  “What would you do with a broken headboard?”

I shrugged, dramatically.  “I know, it would have been tragic.  That headboard is perfect for rigging.”

“You’re a deviant,” she whispered and analyzed her pizza to make sure the onions were off.  When she was satisfied they were gone, she took a bite.  

We ate in relative silence.  Margo rubbed her belly and shoved the plate closer to me.  “I’m stuffed.”  She made a face and pushed her belly out.  “Finish it.”

I finished the pizza, paid, and we walked outside.  The Summer was coming to an end, but it hadn’t ended yet.  The nights started to get cooler and there was a slight bite in the air.  “I want ice cream,” Margo said as we walked by an ice cream parlor.

“Seriously, woman?”  I followed her inside.  “You just said you were full.”

Margo eyed the different flavors of ice cream.  “Ice cream doesn’t count.  There’s always room for ice cream.”  Margo hopped from foot to foot.  “Oh, Cian, what should I get?  There’s moose tracks and mint chocolate chip.”  She sighed and looked back and forth between them.  I motioned to the waiter for a cone of each.  By the time she started whining about not being able to choose, I handed her both cones.  She smiled and her nose crinkled.  “I can’t eat both.”

“Eat what you want, I’ll have the rest.”  

We walked around until the sun went down.  It didn’t get dark, there were too many lights.  I saw her shiver on the way home, so I pulled off the extra shirt I had on and gave it to her.  She pulled it over her head and curled up inside of it.  “Thank you,” she whispered.  “For everything tonight.  That was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”  I shrugged.  I didn’t know what to say.  We walked back to the apartment in comfortable silence.

While she was waiting for me to get the key to the apartment, Margo nuzzled her nose into my shirt and hummed.  “It smells like Cian.”

I chuckled.  “Well Cian was wearing it, so that makes sense.”  

She chuckled, too and leaned against the wall with her eyes closed.  “I like the way Cian smells.”

I rested my hand next to her head against the wall and stepped closer to her.  I ran my other hand up her thigh.  Her eyes fluttered open and her lips parted.  “I like the way you smell.”  I leaned in closer.  It had been too long since I’d kissed her, I needed a hit.  She breathed in and I knew she would let me kiss her, then the damn door opened.

Jordyn and Xander stepped out of the apartment.  “Just needed some fresh air.”  Xander wagged his eyebrows.

Margo turned up her nose.  “Oh my god, you guys smell like sex.”  She walked into the apartment and into her room and shut the door.

I turned to them and glared.  Xander leaned down next to Jordyn’s ear.  “I think we might have interrupted something.”  Jordyn nodded.  

I went to my room and slammed the door.  I plugged my headphones into my keyboard and started playing.  I’d been going through a terrible case of writer’s block, but playing piano still calmed me down.  What only felt like a few minutes later, but must’ve been hours, Margo came into my room.  I didn’t hear her, but I knew she was there.  She pulled my headphones off and I turned to her.  She wore an adorable pout, but I knew she was actually upset so I tried not to laugh.  “What’s wrong?”

She threw her arms up and smacked her thighs.  “I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”  I untangled myself from my headphones and placed them on the keyboard.  And then I heard them.  Again.  I shook my head.  “Fucking a.”

Margo groaned loudly.  Even though it was out of frustration, it still did positively evil things to my body.  She sat herself down on my lap.  “Her bed is against the wall we share.”  I couldn’t help my laugh that time.  She glared at me.  “It isn’t funny, Cian.  I can’t sleep.”

I tried to stifle my laugh.  “No, you’re right.”  But I couldn’t and I started laughing all over again.  “No, it’s fucking hilarious, I’m sorry.”

Margo crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.  That was when I noticed the wife beater and tiny shorts she had on.  I stopped laughing almost immediately.  “This sucks.  Can I hang out in here, until they’re done?”  She made a face like she was gagging and I nodded.

I turned on my computer that was resting on my keyboard.  “We can watch a movie.”  I clicked on an animated cartoon I knew she liked.  She nodded and resituated herself on my lap, one leg on each side of my hips.  I had no clue how that was any more comfortable.  I think she realized how awkward it was and started to move, but I stopped her.  I was already hard and her moving would only make her aware of that.  I didn’t want her any more uncomfortable.

I brushed my hand across her nipple.  I’d like to say it was an accident, but that’s a lie.  I tried to brush it off as an accident though.  Her sharp intake of breath brought my attention back to her eyes.  She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned closer, rubbing against my erection.  

Margo looked at me.  I don’t know what she was looking for.  Permission, maybe?  I wasn’t about to say no to her.  Whatever she’d been looking for, she found.  She rocked against me again and I groaned and grabbed her hips to pull her harder into me.  She dropped her head back  and groaned.  I picked her up and carried her over to my bed.  I crawled between her spread legs and pressed myself against her.  She gripped my hair in her hand and pulled her knees up to wrap her legs around me.

I had no idea what we were doing.  I just knew I needed her.  I felt like a teen at his first co-ed birthday party or something.  It didn’t matter though, having Margo so close to me was enough.

Margo groaned loudly in my ear, her thighs gripping me tightly.  That set off my own orgasm.  I rested my head on her shoulder to catch my breathing.

When she had regained composure, she shoved me away from her.  “I didn’t come here for that.”

I shrugged.  As if having her in anyway would be a bad thing.  “It doesn’t matter.  It’s yours.”  I was hers.  She shook her head and left my room.  I sighed.  At least I didn’t hear Jordyn and Xander anymore.

I groaned and fell back against my headboard, embarrassingly aware of the mess I had to clean up.

Before I fell asleep, I thought I heard a trickling tune in my mind, but when I jumped up to write it down, it was gone.  I figured I hadn’t heard anything.

The next morning I met Jude at the building for the store.  A blond with long legs stood with him when I walked up.  “Cian, this is Tara.”  We shook hands.  “She’s going to work on advertising with you.”

“I’m so excited to work with you,” Tara gushed.  “Jude has told me all about you and the store.  I’ve drawn up some ideas for you to look at.”

We walked to a nearby restaurant to discuss everything.  Jude said he hired contractors to do the work on the building and motioned for Tara to show me her ideas.  I had no clue about advertising, so I just agreed with what her and Jude thought would be best.  

Tara hung around us for the rest of the day while Jude and I picked out different paints and materials from a hardware store and ordered the furniture we needed.  I told Jude that I’d start ordering music and instruments when I got home.  

When we said goodbye, Tara gave me a hug that lasted much longer than I felt comfortable with.  Jude smirked at me before waving his goodbyes.

I couldn’t wait to get home and relax.  When I opened the door, Margo was dancing to an upbeat oldies song while cooking something for dinner.  I leaned against the wall to watch her.  There was this whole other side to her that she kept to herself, playful and free, and I loved getting glimpses of it.  

Margo turned toward me and screamed.  Then promptly glared at me.  “Jesus, Cian.”  She gripped her chest.  “You need to wear a bell or something.”

“Sorry.”  I shrugged.

She squinted and analyzed me.  “I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”  I shrugged again.  I wasn’t.

“Don’t let me interrupt your dancing.”  I smirked. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the stove.  “Alright, come on.”  I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me.  She giggled and let me twirl her around.

Our parents had taken a few swing dance lessons for a themed wedding.  After the lessons, they would come home and teach us, so we all knew the basic steps.  Margo and I easily stepped into rhythm together, but her clumsiness ended up getting in the way and tripping us.  I caught her fall before her head smacked the wall and we both laughed.  “How do you survive each day?”

She shrugged, a lingering giggle escaped her.  “Guess I’m lucky you’re around, huh?”

Everything around us became still, I was sure she could hear my heartbeat.  She swallowed and looked at my lips.  I leaned closer to her and felt her hands tug at the hem of my shirt.

“Oh my god, Mar.”  Jordyn stormed into the apartment, dragging Xander along with her.  “I totally forgot about this project I was supposed to be working on all Summer and now Summer is almost over and I’m…” She paused and looked between Margo and me.  “Interrupting something again.”

Xander snorted.  “You’ve got awesome timing, babe.”

She rolled her eyes and came to sit next to Margo.  “I need help on this architecture project.”

“Are you kidding me, Jo?”  Margo’s eyes were wide with disbelief.  “I know pretty much nothing about architecture.  How am I supposed to help you?”

“I don’t know.  Just come on.”  Jordyn pulled Margo into her room and shut the door.  

Xander swayed on his toes and looked at me, awkwardly.  “Any progress with Margo?”

I looked at him wearily.  “If by ‘progress’ you mean, ‘almost kissing her just to have her roommate barge in’, then I’m making great progress.”

He tried to hide his grin.  “I’m sure she’ll come around.”

“I don’t know.”  I rubbed my temple, I felt a headache creeping in.  “I’m really not sure she will.”

Margo came out for a few minutes to finish dinner, but other than that her and Jordyn spent the night in Jordyn’s room doing whatever Jordyn needed help.  While they did that, Xander and I had a marathon of b-list horror movies.  I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time.  

I fell asleep on the couch, so I woke up easily when Jordyn woke up early the next morning.  She made a pot of coffee and I joined her at the table.  “You two are so stupid,” she said, suddenly, in her know it all tone.  I just looked up at her.  There was no need to ask who she was talking about.  It was clearly Margo and me.  “Stop being a mopey, piece of shit, douche bag and start being a useful part of society.  Mar won’t ever give you another thought if you don’t man up.”  She sighed before continuing.  “I mean, she fucking loves you.  You know?”  I didn’t know.  I knew what it was like to be loved by Margo and it wasn't anything like how I felt at that moment.  “Like, deep in her bones, fairy tale nonsense, stupid love.”  I sipped on my coffee while I listened.  I didn’t have anything to add to the conversation and even if I did, I didn’t think Jordyn wanted to hear me talk.

“I know you love her, too.  You wouldn’t have done everything if you didn’t.”  She set her mug down a little too hard and some coffee sloshed out.  “But that was really stupid.  What you did?  Really stupid.”  I hoped she was getting to her point soon because she began irritating me.  I was well aware of how stupid I had been. 

Jordyn looked at me sadly.  “I think Margo might have you beat for the stupid contest though.  I think you need to let her go.”  She shook her head.  “I don’t know if she’s going to come to her senses, but waiting for her is killing you.”  I shook my head and tried to think of a reasonable argument, but nothing came to mind.  “No, it is.  Maybe you can’t see it, but…”  Jordyn sighed and stood up.  “You need to let her go.”

“Do you have any advice on how to do that?”  Because I sure as shit didn’t.  

Jordyn forced a smile.  “Not so much.”  She placed her coffee cup on the counter.  “I’m going to shower and get ready to go.  Touch my coffee and you die.”  I made an ‘x’  over my heart and walked back to my room.

I waited to take a shower in my room until Jordyn and Xander left.  I didn't want to run into either of them.  Neither had very encouraging words for me.  I turned the heat up as far as I could stand and just stood under the spray.  I wish it could make the last several months wash down the drain.  

“Ok, Jo, I came up with another idea-“ Margo came into the bathroom talking a mile a minute.

I cleared my throat and peak my head out of the shower curtain.  “Not Jordyn.”

“Oh,” she turned to me and gulped.  “It’s Cian.”  I smirked.  “Cian is in the shower.  Wet and naked.”  She flushed and turned to leave.  “Damn.”

At least I still had some kind of effect on her.  I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around my waist to walk to my room.  Margo stopped me when I came out.  “I’m sorry.  I really thought Jordyn was in there.  You usually leave early and she sleeps in and it just made sense and-“

“Margo, stop.”  I chuckled.  “It’s fine.  It’s not like we haven’t shared showers before.”

She flushed again.  I wanted to turn her over my knee and watch her ass turn that color.  “I know, but it’s different now and I just don’t want things to be weird.”

“I think pointing them out makes things more weird than just letting it go,” I reasoned.

She shrugged.  “Maybe.”  She followed me to my room.  “So Kyle is coming over tonight to hang out.”

I quickly turned to her.  “Kyle?  The other man you subbed for?”

Margo’s jaw clenched and she rolled her eyes.  “He’s gay.”

“Who the fuck cares?”  I pulled out some boxers and a clean shirt from my drawer.  “The thought of any other man getting that part of you is…” I had trouble coming up with a strong enough word.  “Repulsive?  It’s replusive.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly getting annoyed.  “Even though you’re the only person I’ve had sex with and that’s seen me naked, you’re still going to hate him?”

I nodded.  “Absolutely.”

“You’re impossible.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and smirked at Margo.  “I never claimed to be easy.  Now, unless you actually want to see me naked, you should leave.”

Margo turned on her heel and left in a flustered mess.  It amused me to no end.  

I tried to hate Kyle.  I really did.  I thought of him in all sorts of precarious situations with my girl and everything, but the guy was just too damn nice.  I enjoyed his company and it was truly nice to talk to another man about our interests.  I managed to only glare at him once and that was because he mentioned how easy Margo was to work with.  

I spent the next couple weeks working really hard to get the store open.  I had lunch with Kyle a couple times a week and we avoided talking about Margo.  Tara had become a permanent fixture at the store, although I was confused about her presence.  I didn’t understand why she needed to be there when her job was advertising.  Jude would just shrug and continue working on whatever he was working on.  

I thought a lot about what Jordyn said.  I thought she was crazy.  My feelings for Margo weren’t getting in the way of anything and being around Margo wasn’t killing me.  I felt better around her.  

One evening, close to when Xander was supposed to fly back to Michigan, I was in my room with my headphones in to block them out.  I had been trying to chase the music I thought I’d heard, but I still wasn’t having any luck getting it written down.  I hadn’t heard anything since that night and I began to get frustrated.  

I had been working for several hours, by the time I felt Margo come into my room.  I figured it was sometime in the early morning hours.  I didn’t turn to her, I was trying to find the right notes, but I had failed again so I erased what I’d written down. I welcomed the distraction.  Margo pulled my headphones out to get my attention.  “Hi.”  I loved the way her hands felt in my hair.  Or on me at all.  

I turned to her and wrapped my arms around her.  “What’s up, buttercup?”

“I don’t know.”  I knew she knew, but waited for her to tell me.  “I had a bad dream and I couldn’t get back to sleep.”

I grabbed her hand and led her to my bed.  She may have been doing better, but she still had dreams and random panic attacks.  “Sleep here.”  If I could help keep the nightmares away, then I was happy to help.

I crawled under the covers and waited for her.  She crawled next to me and scooted as close as she could.  “Aren’t you still working?  I don’t want to interrupt you.”

“My work doesn’t mean anything if you need me.”  If she needed me, my whole world stopped.

I counted every breath she took until she fell asleep.  I pulled her close to me and fell into an easy sleep. 

I woke up to music playing.  I figured Jordyn was playing something loudly to drawn her misery from Xander leaving, until I realized it was all in my head.  I almost jumped up to write it down, but remembered Margo was asleep ands had taken my arm as a hostage.

I used the hand that I could feel to tap out the notes on Margo, I hoped if I imagined playing them I could remember the tune in case it left again.  

Margo’s breathing quickened slightly and her quiet snores stopped.  I knew she had woken up, but she continued to pretend to be asleep.  Which was fine with me, I’d take all the time I could with her laying next to me.  

After a couple minutes I pulled her closer and breathed in her scent.  “I know you’re awake.”

She looked at me with wide eyes.  “How did you know that?”

“I know you.”  As always, our playful banter turned into an argument when I hinted at my feelings.  

She stomped out of my room and into the kitchen to make coffee.  “You always say something about our relationship.  I’m not changing my mind.  You and I,”  she motioned between us.  “Will never happen again.  Stop pushing it.”

After smacking her head into the cupboard, Margo gave up and went into her room.  Jordyn came out of her room and glared.  “I don’t know what you did, but I swear to fuck I will cut off your balls and feed them to wild dogs.”

I rolled my eyes.  “I didn't do anything.”

“She slept in your room,” Jordyn asked.  I nodded.  “You need to stop,” she whispered and then went into Margo’s room.

I started the coffee and went to my room.  Margo pushed all my buttons and somehow managed to get me harder than stone even when I was pissed at her.  Every single time she got mouthy with me, I wanted to force her to her knees and watch her suck my cock.  Fuck, watching her swallow all of me got me every single time.  

I tried calling Margo throughout the day, I wanted to make sure she was ok, but she never answered me.  It just pissed me off further.  I knew she needed her space and independence, but I got scared when she ran off without keeping people informed.  The thought that someone would take her again haunted me.

When I wasn’t calling Margo, I was thinking about her.  Maybe Jordyn had been right.  Margo wasn’t giving in and I kept getting my heart broken.  I didn’t think I could give her up completely, but maybe some space could give me the strength to move on.  

I loathed the idea of moving out, but if Margo wasn’t going to give me what I needed, then I had to stop giving into her all the time. I knew that living with the girls was temporary, but I didn’t think I’d have to start looking so soon.  With a heavy heart, I knew that was what was best for me.  It wasn’t happening with Margo and me, maybe one day it would, but I couldn’t make that happen.  


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