Author's note: I read a fic on Aooo and wanted to continue it. I was totally up for it and when I started writing…. I wrote the same story from another point of view….. Okay, but fear not, I will continue this! Maybe even do both points of views? Tell me if you prefer Charles' point of view (this story) or Erik's point of view ( /works/499376).
I also have no brit-picker or beta/proof-reader. If you have any suggestions for the name of this fic PLEASE TELL ME! I am at a complete loss on what to name it... Hope you like!
I have seen some of my friends find their soul mates, fall in love and some even got married within months of finding their other half. It was hard not to be slightly envious. So instead of staying in the library, here one could see couples quietly cuddled up, reading side by side or even reading to one another in hushed whispers, I would go to the local coffee shop.
It seems it was quite busy today as two exams had been let out just before lunch time and all the other students from the exams seemed to have the same idea. I threaded my way through the chattering crowds to acquire a seat in one of the booths. Quite a few working men and ladies went in and out the coffee shop with teas or coffees and sometimes a sandwich or muffin. Apparently they had wonderful blueberry muffins going by some of the thoughts around me.
I feels someone walk in, not the normal 'Oh, another person' kind of feel, but a 'Pay attention to him! He's important!', with added attraction. My eyes magnetize over and sees a man in late 20s or around about early 30s-ish. I can't help but openly stares at the –gorgeous– man, wanting him to turn around and look over. Instead the brunet goes to the counter and orders his drink. He collects his coffee and leaves.
I needed to see him again; it was if something in my heart was pulling at me. I now went to the coffee shop every day –classes willing– to try and find the beautiful brunet. The man doesn't show up for a few days but on the fourth day since first seeing him, the man turns up at the coffee shop. I look over to him quickly, in glee at seeing him again. My fellow students' conversation drifts into a distant murmur, like an ocean's waves lapping at the sand.
The man seems to feel something because he rubs his hands together and touches the door frame, possibly an electric shock? I excitedly buzz around his head, absolutely elated at seeing him again but also learning about this marvellous man. Learning his name, whether he's a Sub or Dom –he's a Sub, perfect– and calling out to him.
Erik! I'm here!
Erik gravitates towards me as I get up, waving to him eagerly. I see him notice my name tag that announces my name to be Charles. Poor Erik seems slightly confused but he automatically kneels for his Dom, me. His excitement and loyalty flash through him like an electric charge that Charles also feels in his own body. The cutlery and metal dance and sing in the emotions that Erik feels. I can't help myself as I cup his face and lean down as if to kiss him, but I don't want to scare this beautiful sub, so I press my forehead to his, accepting him.
Hello. My hands gently capture Erik's wrists, he's mine now.Shhh, it's alright. We're together now. I send him a taste of my affection and hope, it feels like the right thing to do. I gently try and push him to relax, to calm. He does so obediently and so does the singing metal still to. He's so beautiful, and mine. To prove that and to reassure him, I rub my thumbs against his pulse, his heart is fast, excited on meeting me.
Good. He looks up to me with wide eyes, and I can feel him accept me. He leans his cheek against my knees, he bows his head and lets my hands run over him. He is so perfect, I could not ask for anything more. I feel his want to be together fully, a bonded pair.
I raise my eyebrow, enticed by his thoughts. Well then, we have plenty to do then, don't we?
"Yes," Erik sighs, he closes his eyes in surrender. He surrenders himself up to me and THIS is why I am alive. To love and care for him, because he is mine.