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An Eric/Greta fic.
Chapter Two.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Days of Our Lives, just enjoy these two characters.
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A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far, guys!
I've never actually seen an entire episode of Days, but I've seen clips of the Eric/Greta pairing, and I know it's old, but I love it, so I've decided to write some fics about it.
This is chapter two, after Eric and Greta shared their first kiss at the ball held in her mother's honor, and now they're back at the castle.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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She tried to ignore the warm feeling it gave her when he called her "sweetheart", and focused on the problem at hand. Being, he had her old picture album.
"Well, then you know what? This is war!"
And then he ran out of the room, and she chased him down.
Somehow, she managed to take the album and escape him, but he was right on her trail.
"You forget that I have the map to this place," he reminded her, looking into the room on his left. "You can hide but I will find you."
She smiled at that, but then her face dropped as she felt a sneeze coming on.
No, stupid dusty room! No!
But it was too late, she let out a very loud, girly sneeze.
Eric did a double-take, finding it hard to believe she would actually let herself get busted that easily, but moved towards a suit of armor with a piece of material sticking out from behind it.
He rushed towards her and she ran out from behind the suit, book in her arms, making a break for the door, but he caught her.
She tried to hide it behind her back, but he just wrapped his arms around her, holding her against him, and then lifting her up.
He got the book away from her, and set her back on the ground, smiling triumphantly, until their faces grew closer together.
He felt his heart skip a beat as she looked up at his with hazy eyes.
His lips twitched as he lowered his head to meet hers, but she pulled back.
"What's wrong?" he wanted to know, worried he'd upset her.
She looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze. "It's kind of embarrassing, but before, out in the garden, when we kissed ... that was my first kiss."
He was surprised, but nodded understandingly.
"It's just ... I'm sure you have expectations, and I -"
He stopped her with a hand her cheek.
"I would never make you do anything you don't want to do," he promised. "Besides, I've rushed into relationships before, and it doesn't work out. I am all for taking it slow."
She smiled back at him.
"And besides it being amazing, a kiss with you can just be a kiss," he told her, brushing his lips against hers softly.
While she was distracted, he tightened his grip on the album, and broke the kiss, smiling at her before holding it above his head and running.
"Catch me if you can!"
"Hey, you cheater!" Greta called after him, a bright smile on her face as she took off after him.
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Half-an-hour later, Eric found himself in a large ballroom, surprisinly bigger than the one they'd just been in, and he found himself walking around the room, not really paying attention, until Greta snuck up behind him and grabbed the book from his hands.
"Hey!" he said, following her, once again wrapping her up in his arms, trying to wrestle the book away from her.
They struggled for a minute, and finally the book slipped away from both of them, and they stood, foreheads touching, breathing heavy, staring into each other's eyes.
Greta was about to move away, but Eric took one of her hands in his own, bringing it to his lips.
"May I have this dance?" he asked her.
She gave him a strange look. "But, there isn't any music."
He shrugged. "Semantics," he said with a hint of sarcasm, placing his free hand on her lower back, but not too low.
Greta thought about it for a moment, and then put her hand on his shoulder and they began a slow-dance.
After a while, neither of them noticed their was no music.
They were alone, in a beautiful ballroom, safe in each other's arms, and nothing could destroy this moment, this perfect happiness the two of them had found.
Not yet, anyway.
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