A/N: This is my second one-shot for the characters from my story Second Chances. Like the first one (titled A New Beginning), this story also takes place during the time skip between chapters six and seven. I hope you enjoy this smutty little interlude for these two!
C/W: Sexual content
Christine stood in the kitchen of the house by the lake, trying to calm her racing mind as she mindlessly mixed the dough for the biscuits she intended to make in an effort to distract herself from her thoughts. Erik had been out doing errands for several hours, and at this point in her pregnancy, whenever she found herself alone, Christine couldn't help herself from becoming anxious over all the changes that were soon to come in her life.
What would labor be like? And would she be a good mother? Her many conversations with Madame Giry these past few months had relieved her mind somewhat, but she still felt woefully unprepared for motherhood. And then there was Erik - he had been nothing but supportive, but he was so unpredictable. How would he respond once the baby was born? Christine still had a hard time reading his thoughts on their unusual situation.
Just as she felt tears begin to burn in her eyes, Christine heard Erik enter the kitchen behind her. She answered his greeting with a small noise, listening as he put his purchases in the cabinets and then came up behind her.
"What are you doing, my dear?" he asked as he came to stand behind her, hesitantly placing his hands on her shoulders.
Christine closed her eyes, trying to focus on her husband's comforting touch. "I'm just making biscuits."
She could sense Erik's confusion, but to his credit he treaded carefully with her, no doubt wondering at her sudden interest in baking. "That's nice. But you know that Erik can always make you biscuits if you like."
Drawing a shuddering breath, Christine answered, "What kind of mother will I be if I can't even make my child biscuits? Besides, it's nearly Christmas, and I thought they would be nice to have," she added lamely.
At her words, Erik slipped his arms around her. "Christine, you'll be a wonderful mother. I'm sure of it."
Christine sighed and let herself lean back against Erik. She appreciated his attempt to comfort her, even though if she was sure of anything, it was that Erik knew even less about being a parent than she did.
Letting her mind drift, Christine found comfort in merely being held against him for a few minutes, until suddenly she felt evidence that Erik was enjoying their closeness very much. Sensing a perfect way to distract herself from her worries, Christine found herself pressing back against Erik, hoping he would take the hint, but predictably he stiffened his posture.
"I'm sorry, Christine, I didn't come in here to take advantage of you-"
Cutting him off, she countered, "Please, Erik, take advantage of me. Right now."
Hearing his sudden intake of breath, Christine felt Erik start to step back, no doubt to lead her to the bedroom, but she suddenly felt so aroused that waiting even that long seemed unbearable. "No, I mean right now."
Erik paused for a long moment, until suddenly Christine felt his hands at her sides, before they drifted to her front, caressing her breasts through the loose-fitting dress she was wearing, hesitantly at first but then more firmly when she moaned in pleasure at his touch.
Christine groaned in protest when his hands left her, but when she felt Erik lift the skirt of her dress and start to remove her drawers, any objections were silenced.
When he had helped her remove them, Christine felt Erik resume his position at her back before she felt his fingers slide between her thighs. Letting her head fall back against him, she braced her hands on the counter in front of her as Erik's long fingers began to work their usual magic.
As Erik held the skirt of Christine's dress in one hand and caressed her tempting backside with the other before slipping it forward, he could scarcely believe that this was his reality now.
True, she was only back in his life due to desperation, but just a few months ago, Erik had never thought he'd see Christine again, yet now they were married and she had just asked him to take her in their kitchen. Her love was as unobtainable for him as ever, but she was here with him willingly and for some reason not repulsed by his touch. While part of him would always long for her to love him in return, Erik reminded himself that this was far more than he deserved, more than he had ever truly thought he could have with her.
When he slid his fingers over the crease between her legs and heard Christine's sharp intake of breath, the welcome of her reaction temporarily drove all thoughts of their one-sided relationship from his mind.
Allowing one fingertip to slip inside her, he bent his head so his lips were nearer to her ear. "Christine, you're so wet. You need your Erik, don't you?" he said softly, gently sliding his finger all the way into her channel, relishing the eager sounds she was making as he did so.
Pushing her perfect backside back at him, she begged shamelessly, "Yes, please, now, Erik."
Enjoying Christine's little whine of disappointment when he removed his fingers from her to open his trousers, Erik swiftly replaced them with his cock, slowly pushing until he was fully inside her. He did his best to hold still for a moment, wanting to give her body time to adjust, but Christine seemed to want nothing of the sort, as she eagerly pushed back against him.
Unable to resist that temptation, Erik began rocking against her, still trying to go slowly as he gripped Christine's hips with her skirt bunched up under his hands. The angle was awkward due to their height difference, but they soon found a rhythm that had her dropping her head back against his shoulder while Erik thrust into her from behind.
Although Christine had proven to be a willing partner in the bedroom, Erik didn't think he had ever seen her quite like this. She seemed almost frantic for more, rocking her hips back against his as small pants and moans emerged from her open mouth.
Gritting his teeth at the unimaginable pleasure he was feeling, Erik found himself thrusting harder in response to Christine's movements. As she continued to toss her head on his shoulder he felt her begin to bear down against him even harder, grinding herself against him as unintelligible sounds continued to leave her lips.
While their intimacies had been incredibly satisfying in the past, never had they been like this. There was no other word for it - they were fucking, and to Erik's shock, it seemed that Christine wanted it just as much as he did.
Christine braced her hands on the counter as she leaned back against Erik, grinding against him as he worked himself inside her. Letting her head fall back once more she could feel Erik's cool lips move along the side of her neck, and shuddered as even more sensations shot through her body.
As he panted against her, one hand released her dress and moved underneath it, slipping in front of her to find her clit. As Erik began gently circling it, Christine felt his lips near her ear.
"Fuck, Christine, you're so perfect, so beautiful," he ground out, continuing to roll his hips into her. "I can't last much longer. Your Erik needs you to come for him."
Predictably, Christine had no defenses against Erik's voice, and that, combined with what he was doing to her physically, sent her over the edge. Sagging back against him, she felt the waves of pleasure pulse through her as she heard herself weakly calling his name.
When Erik felt his wife begin to shudder against him, he followed her seconds later, groaning as he emptied himself inside her. In the aftermath, Christine leaned against him while he continued to cling to her and they both let their breathing return to normal. After a few minutes, however, doubt started to intrude on his thoughts, and Erik stepped back from her, afraid he had taken things too far.
Had he really just taken his pregnant wife standing up, in the kitchen of all places? Horrified at his despicable behavior, Erik opened his mouth to beg for her forgiveness, but before he could speak, Christine turned and pressed herself against him, with her side to his chest.
When she slid an arm around his waist and laid her head against his chest, Erik let out a silent sigh of relief. Hoping that he was reading her correctly, he hesitantly encircled her in his arms. To his delight, Christine sighed happily and nestled even closer against him.
After a few minutes, Christine shifted in his embrace, and Erik realized she must be growing uncomfortable. Berating himself for not realizing that fact sooner, he quickly helped her to one of the chairs located by the kitchen table before swiftly wiping himself off with his handkerchief and refastening his trousers.
Kissing her forehead, he murmured, "I'll be right back, Petite."
Sitting at the table in a pleasant haze, Christine smiled up at Erik when he returned shortly with a towel. After he had helped her clean up and replace her undergarments, he brushed his long fingers against her cheek. Christine instinctively turned her head into his hand, nuzzling against him.
With her eyes closed, Christine missed the way Erik gazed longingly at her as she did so. When she looked up at him, he was watching her intently, but had composed himself so that his feelings weren't plainly showing in his eyes.
Unsure what he was thinking, Christine felt a bit self-conscious suddenly. Did Erik think her wanton? "Was that...all right?" she asked hesitantly, dropping her gaze, but Erik didn't leave her wondering for long.
Tipping her chin up with one slender finger, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "My dear, that was more than 'all right', at least as far as Erik is concerned." When Christine smiled at him, relieved by his reassurance, she saw his own thin lips curve slightly in return.
"Now, why don't you let Erik make you a cup of tea, and then we can finish making the biscuits together?"
"That would be lovely," Christine replied as Erik gave her a swift kiss on the lips before turning to prepare her tea.
Watching him, she found herself marveling at the many facets to her husband's personality. Erik was a complicated man, for certain, but he had been so kind and caring to her since they had married, even if he no longer had the affection for her that he had once had.
While they had had an incredibly unusual beginning to their marriage, days like today gave Christine hope for their future. Maybe they had a chance to build a life and family together, even after all they had been through. Only time would tell, but at least for today, Erik had given her something to feel when she needed to be distracted from her thoughts, and for the moment, that was enough.
A/N: This story was inspired by a gifset made by tumblr user lokihiddleston, which unfortunately I can't link to on this site, but trust me, it was very inspirational (and nsfw). I did include the link with this story on AO3 if anyone wants to check it out there (under the same user name).Thanks to everyone for reading, and please leave a review!