A special edition just for my friend MJ MOD so she can stop making me groan every time she PM's me.

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Katey's stomach turned with anxiety as she paused behind the now familiar door, my hand over the knob.

Dang it, I'd been with this guy about a million times, so why the heck was now different?

I clutched the knob, ready to turn, but someone on the other side had beaten me to it. And that someone seemed to be in a not-too-very-happy mood, because the door was flung wide open, knocking me into the stone wall.

"Good God, man!" I yelled, and I felt the door open up.

"Katey; I should have known you'd be the one to lurk outside my door." Erik said, and I turned to face him, pretending that my heart wasn't going a mile a minute.

"Absolutely, that's why you don't fling doors open- you never know when I'll be lurking." I grinned, and he rolled his eyes. "So what was today's reason for the door flinging?"

The visible half of Erik's face hardened, and I knew before he opened his mouth.

"Christine…" we said in unison.

He nodded and looked extremely tired all of a sudden.

"She's with child." He said, and I felt a little pang of annoyance for the briefest of seconds. Why hadn't she told me?

Duh. We live over a hundred years apart.

"Ooh," I said, wincing. "That kind of sucks…"

"Correction, it majorly sucks." He sighed.

Call me a horrible person, but that was the outright funniest thing I've ever heard him say. I burst into laughter, and he raised an eyebrow and grinned a little.

"I daresay some of you has rubbed off on me." He said, and I felt my gut twist a little.

"Ironic, seeing as it wasn't really used for slang until the twentieth century…" I said.

"Shame none of my speech pattern have rubbed off on you." He said.

"Hah, who wants to talk like a freak like you?" I said, and I clamped a hand over my mouth. Oh yeah, that was totally not the right thing to say.

His eyes narrowed, and he swept back into his cave, slamming the door shut behind him.

Can you say oops?

I stay in the corridor for a moment, just long enough for Erik to start up his music, and then I decide to try again, hopefully not going to completely mess everything up. Again.

I slip behind him, my eyes shut, taking in the music. Even though its harsh chords just about shake the stalactites loose from the ceiling, it's still the most beautiful thing I've heard.

Unconsciously, almost without my realizing, my hands gently touched his shoulders. For the briefest of moments the music pauses, but he keeps going, the music's intensity deepening.

My hands wound around his neck, his collarbone, and around his hard chest. I felt his breathing stagger, as with mine, and then the music stopped, and I felt his hands on mine, holding them tight.

He twisted around to face me, and he pulled me against him. I wrapped my arms around him, wondering how he had gone from being totally pissed at me to treating me like the heroine in those romance novels my mother reads.

I kissed the side of his neck, and I could hear a soft groan from his throat. My lips trailed from the side of his neck to his Adam's apple, and up to his lips.

I was trembling; the fact that his lips were so close to mine was unnerving.

"Katey…" He whispered.

"Yes?" I whispered back, his mouth so close there was an electric feeling.

"I think I may love you."

"And I know that I'm madly in love with you…"

"Will you never leave me?"

"I promise."

"I'm glad."

"Is this my fairy tale ending?"

"Without a doubt."

"This is a great happily ever after, you know."

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I winced the whole time I was writing, I'll have you know.

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