It was nine at night on a warm evening in Switzerland. Erik Lehnsherr finally decided to go out and actually find the man that tormented him for the early years of his life. His heartbeat fastened as the brunette haired man thought about seeing the light go out in Shaw's eyes.
It damn near made him giddy. As he took a sip of his bourbon, he looked around the bar. The establishment was unusually quiet for a Friday night. The bar had people milling in by now, at least to start the night off, but Erik didn't pay that any mind. The brown liquid in front of him helped to consume his thoughts. It also helped him focus on something else...
What woman would he take to his apartment tonight?
Erik brought numerous women back to his apartment for multiple rounds of lust filled fucking, only to have them leave in the morning without a trace. Just the way he liked it. No attachments, no commitments, nothing.
He looked around the bar. There were plenty of women there, single and together with a partner, but none of them caught his eye. Erik looked to the left of him, nothing. The metal wielder looked to the right of him, and he really didn't see any women interesting to him anyway.
Except a woman all the way at the end of the bar. She wasn't talking to anyone, nor was she with anyone. The dark-skinned woman was writing in a notebook, alone at a bar. She had kinky curly dark brown hair in a tiny ponytail. She wore a black and white striped dress with tights and black heels on. A pair of sunglasses were to the left of her. The only drink she had by her was a White Russian. It was barely at the halfway mark of the glass and the clock had just struck the quarter of nine. She wasn't that inebriated yet and that was good enough for Erik. He slid over to her and put on his charm.
"Darling, might I just say, you're positively radiant. You practically light up the bar." Erik looked down at the brunette and smiled.
When she looked up him with her big brown eyes, the metal-bender's smile faltered a bit.
"Oh, really?" The woman quipped. She matched Erik's smile and went back to writing her in book.
Being in her presence, Erik felt a certain energy come from her. It made me stop and think about what to say and what course of action to take next and bed her.
"Pray tell, what made me "light up the bar"?" The woman's smile hid just a tad bit of mocking for Erik. She did find him attractive, however. Blue eyes, close cropped brown hair, a strong jawline, what looked like a toned and fit body, and a dynamite smile, Erik was a quite the hottie. But, he had to prove his worth to the woman.
Erik got exceedingly close to her and whispered in her ear. "You're the only one in this bar not having a conversation and you still seem like you're bursting with energy all on your own." As the man pulled back, the woman sized him up and down, biting her lip. She immediately held out her hand.
"I'm Lydia. Lydia Johnson."
Erik chuckled lowly as Lydia presented her hand to him. She had some of the daintiest hands he had ever seen, with her long fingers, her polished peach colored nails, and a ring on each of her middle fingers. Erik softly pressed his lips to her hand. For a moment, he caught the smell of lavender and honey. It filled his mind with images of their bodies together, he on top of her, being enveloped in her smell. He loved that idea.
"Erik Lehnsherr."
The German sat down next to the lady, all of his attention on her. "Is that an American accent, I hear?"
Lydia smiled a toothy smile and nodded. "You're damn right! And are you British?"
"Oh no, full German, love. A German Jew, to be exact."
Lydia furrowed her brow. "But your accent, it sounds so-"
"Yeah, I lived most of my younger life in Britain. But, Lydia, what's a young beautiful American like you doing in Switzerland?"
"Oh, doing a type of wanderlust thing. I'm in my 20's so I thought 'Why not'? I got a one way trip here and never looked back."
Erik's eyebrows raised and smiled. "Spontaneous, I see."
"Very! And that's usually not me. But I decided to take charge and live my life the way I wanted to."
"And how does that feel?"
Lydia deeply exhaled. "Liberating." Erik put his hand on Lydia's black colored knee. He nudged his head to her leather notebook.
"What are you writing?"
Lydia looked to her scribbles. "Oh! I, um, just writing random musings. I would write them in my apartment, but I like going out and being outside. I like having people around me."
Erik leaned into Lydia's neck and kissed her neck, the smell of lavender and honey more pronounced as he got exceedingly closer to Lydia. A giggle elicited from the woman as she leaned into his kiss. The giggle made him hum in appreciation.
"Mmm, meine zarte, kleine Blume, wurden Sie gerne in merner Nahe zu bekommen?"
Lydia looked back at him with a smile and sparkling coffee like eyes. "What did you just say?"
Erik laughed and kissed her hand and quietly said, "Would you like to get close to me, my delicate little flower?"
Lydia's response was nothing but giggle after giggle. Her infectious laugh brought a smile to his face.
"I should tell you that nicknames are a weakness for me, Erik." Lydia stopped laughing when she saw the look of lust in the German's eyes.
"Great. It'll be easier for me to seduce you, darling." He whispered into her ear. "If that's what you want, Lydia?" Erik licked the outer shell of her ear, eliciting a shudder from her.
Lydia said nothing. Her response to Erik's question was simply her shutting her notebook closed and putting her hand in his.
Erik smile turned devilish as he paid for both his and Lydia's drink, and led her out the bar.
A/N: I hinted at this for a while, but I don't think I've said it outright. But here it is! The prequel going into the first class storyline taking about how Lydia and Erik met. It'll probably be the sam length as Magnetism, I'm not sure. Let me know what you guys think! I'm all about feedback and knowing you guys liked it. I hope this first chapter is good for you guys because you can already guess where the next chapter is headed. Until next time darlings c: