My beta StrawberryStoleYourCookie rules life! Don't own anything. Sorry this took so long, busy weekend.


Night had fallen, and the streets had quieted down. Erik stuck to the shadows as Meg walked down the street. He kept a watchful eye on his new bride, making sure that no harm came to her.

At the corner of a line of boutiques and shops, was a particularly interesting dress shop. Underneath the doorway a faint light shone onto the pavement. This was the only store that was open at this hour of the night.

Erik stalked the shadows, waiting for Meg to step out of the dress shop. A light snow drifted throughout the crisp air. His cloak, which he used as concealment against any praying eyes, clung to his form as the wind picked up.


Meg walked over to the counter where an old lady was sitting, reading a fashion magazine. Meg cleared her throat to gain the attention of the lady. During the day Erik had drawn two different dress designs. One was a replica of the dress she was wearing (the dress Christine wore to the cemetery) and another was just as low cut but it was a nightgown. Erik told her to rush order four of each; all of them were to be black.

When Meg told the lady that all of them needed to be finished within the next 36 hours, the lady was wide eyed and said no. Then Meg showed her the bag of coins that Erik had given her, and the lady's eyes glazed over with greed and her immediate response was yes.

After ten minutes in the shop, Meg stepped out into the cold winter air. She involuntarily shivered and wrapped her cloak around her figure, even tighter. Erik was over by her side, quick as a flash and put his arm around her shoulders, sharing his cloak with her. Meg put her head on his shoulder to be closer to him as they walked back down the street to their hotel. They walked in complete silence, not an angry or tense silence but more of a happy, loving silence.

When they stepped into their room, they noticed the change in temperature and instantly noticed that they were sopping wet. Meg took off her cloak and shoes, hanging them near the fire place to dry them. Then she proceeded to move to her side of the bed were her nightdress was found still laying on the floor. She picked it up and started to undress, facing away from Erik.

He had begun undress also, and he glanced over his shoulder when he heard the rustling of fabric. Meg was in her chemise and was taking off her stockings. His eyes widened when he looked over her body and noticed that her chemise clung to her form from the snow. Erik blushed and quickly looked away, stripping down to his pants before putting on his nightshirt. The nightshirt was creamy white with frills opening up at the beginning of his upper chest (opened up at his diaphragm).

Meg went into the washroom to finish getting ready for bed. It took her fifteen minutes to get that done and when she came out she looked hotter than hell. Erik was in the corner of the room reading his Edgar Allen Poe book when she walked out. He looked up at her when he heard the door creak, and seeing her look like that gave him a boner.

Erik blushed and looked back down at his book, continuing reading. Meg stifled a giggle with her hand and hopped into bed. When Erik felt that he had calmed down he closed the book and looked over to the bed. His face went from concentrating, to soft and gentle. Meg had fallen asleep on her side with her hair behind her.

Erik climbed into bed with Meg and put his arm around her abdomen while he snuggled close to her. Her body was soft and perfectly moulded for his body. He lowered his head down to her neck and nuzzled as close as he could to her before falling into a heavenly sleep, dreaming of Meg.