a series of orchestral events - the record shop
jerry seinfeld x reader
warning: kissing!!!
as we go, the series will have an out-of-order timeline, but the same ‘you’ will be there. formatted like pulp fiction, in a way!
“what, classical music is interesting? lemme tell you, there hasn’t been a moment that i haven’t fallen asleep listening to whatever mozart’s whatever the hell on the radio,” jerry said.
“mozart tends to be overplayed, anyway. you should actually culture yourself a little more, they say that listening to classical music helps you focus.”
“focus what?”
with a sigh, you looked up at the ceiling. “you know, if my eyes were closed, i’d think i was with my brother right now. have you ever had to focus on anything?”
“i dunno about you and your college classes, small fry, but i need not to focus on anything. i simply observe and elaborate.”
“man,” you scoffed, getting right up in jerry’s face, “you just love pushing my buttons, don’t you?”
“i may enjoy it a little too much at this point,” he sang. “how about you show me something a little interesting, music wo-man?”
“fine! easy.”
looking around, you clocked the turntables placed on the back wall for listening to music; now to find the music. speed-walking over to the classical era, you look for the S divider, fingering through different choices before you found what you wanted. in a swift movement, you spun to the side and snaked your way through the aisles again before spotting a player with a table next to it, a box of headphones on top. perfect.
“hey!” you heard jerry call out. “don’t go so fast!”
he finally caught up to you and watched as you placed the vinyl into the turntable, plugged in a headphone splitter into the jack and fished for headphones.
the wires were a bit tangled, but you pulled out two sets in no time. and both were in good condition! you plopped a set on jerry’s head, and then your own.
“i didn’t realize you were gonna find something so fast—“
“shh!” putting a finger to his lips, you whispered, ”record stores are like libraries. you don’t want to talk too loud and disturb others. they’re trying to listen to the music they might buy.” you turned back to the player and closed the top, pressing play once it fully closed.
jerry took hold of your wrist, pulling your hand away lightly. “what are you talking about, nobody else here is even wearing headphones—“
“shh!!” you pressed your finger to his lips once more. “we listen in our heads.” the absurdity of your statement made you giggle in the end. too skeptical for words, jerry shot you a look. “i know! i know, it’s weird, but i swear. that’s what we do. especially the music school kids.”
you looked back at the record spinning. “this…this is my favorite.”
your subconscious decided to analyze the situation, at this very moment. record in your right hand, your left was held in place by jerry’s own, your finger still pressed against his mouth. he shifted so you were more caressing his cheek, but you could still feel the air treading lightly on your skin as he breathed through his nose.
try not to freak out, you told yourself, just pay attention to your favorite part.
“it’s scheherazade, the third movement. i usually listen to it by starting at the second movement, though. i can’t remember the last time i started at the very beginning.”
with your free hand, you slowly turned the volume a little bit louder.
you turned to look at jerry, who seemed to be deep in thought while staring at you. you hoped he was liking it so far…
the music engulfed all your senses, as it usually did. it was just so. damn. good.
your eyes fluttered shut, head tipped back, and it was as if no one else existed in the world.
just you and the music.
in fact, you became so entranced by the music that you didn’t feel jerry take your hand off his face. you didn’t feel him place both hands on either side of your own face; you broke when he pulled you in and kissed you.
eyes shot open, then closed right away. you kissed back a little too excitedly; after all, this was your first clear indication that he was interested in you. hands took place around his waist and held his back, slightly pushing him even closer to your own body. you felt jerry smile into the kiss, and just as you knew he was about to deepen it…
the entrance of the final movement came in a loud bang, a huge contrast from the ending of the movement before; this startled both of you out of the moment. you both panted, from the music startling you as well as the kiss that went longer than you thought.
one hand stayed holding you while the other pulled his headphones down, leaving them hanging around his neck.
retracting both of your own hands from his waist, you pulled your headphones down as well.
you broke the silence, voice low in volume. “did you…like it..?”
it was almost impossible to push that question out of your stomach and into the atmosphere, the air was so stiff. you were positive he heard, even felt your heart beat out of your chest.
jerry’s lips parted, but no words came out just yet. he had hungry eyes; they flicked between your own eyes and your lips. “well,” jerry replied just the same, “i like you.” he came closer, so his mouth was right next to your ear. “and i think you like me too.”
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