Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters.don't own anything so leave me
alone, but keep Delko here, I need someone to keep me company! Hehehe
Pairing: Eric and OC
Thank you Yaba for being the only one reviewing this fic! But that's okay cause I love writing even if no one reads it! Thanks for your support!
Rated: R (minor smut)
Type: Romance
Chapter 4: I'm Sorry
Eric and Angela ate their dinner in utter stillness. Angela felt the need to break the silence that was becoming too much for her to take.
"So . . . how's the case going?" asked Angela, desperately trying to get a word out of him.
"We don't have much right now," was all she managed to get out of him as they headed back to the silent treatment.
She placed her warm hand over his and said, "Eric," he lifted his head from his plate and met her eyes. The same brown eyes he's admired since they were in high school, but they were now filled with tears. "I haven't told you everything."
Placing his fork down he looked at her, perplexed at her sudden act of openness. "What do you mean?"
She couldn't answer, she couldn't tell him. "I .."
"Did Marisol ever tell you anything that can help us find the murderer?"
"She . ."
"Angela, if you don't tell me I . ." he out of his seat and nearly pounded on the table until Angela cut him off.
"She was being abused," Angela said, this time with no hesitation but the tears kept flowing.
"By who? By who Angela?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"She never told me who . ." Angela shouted back, getting out of her seat as well.
"Why didn't you force it out of her?" Eric grabbed her at her shoulders but slowly let go as Angela spoke her next words.
"Like what you're doing to me now. I wish I knew, believe me I wish I knew." Angela jerked out of his grasp and stormed out of the dining room and slammed their bedroom door shut. Her loud sobs echoed through the apartment.
Eric cleaned up in the kitchen and took a shower to clear his mind. He decided to check on Angela after their dispute earlier. He slowly opened the door to find a sleeping Angela on the bed.
He slid in next to her. Her eyes opened to the darkness and she could feel him beside her. He placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer towards him. She turned to face him.
"I'm sorry," they said in unison, which caused them to smile; something they haven't done in days.
"I was being stupid and I can understand why you were with holding information."
"I'm sorry, it's just that. ." she got cut off as his lip grazed hers.
(A/N: ok let's bring in the make-up sex)
She returned the kiss as he got on top of her. He slowly drew the straps of her thin nightgown off her shoulders as she arched slightly for him to pull the whole thing off. He started to suck on her spot at the nape of her neck, that led her to culmination without delay.
Sex. The new solution to every problem. It was exactly what they needed. For the comfort, the calenture, and the love that kept them sane.
Their lips never parted as he pushed deeper into her. They exchanged gasps and beads of sweat. The sense of urgency plagued their minds. She moaned into his mouth and nearly bit his tongue as he added more finesse to his thrust. He released and rolled onto her side. They laid there in the dark, looking at each other.
The exchange of the usual "I love you" had more meaning this time. The eleven years of I love yous' have never been as meaningful as this. He held her close and she fell asleep beside him.
2am
Angela, awakened by a familiar tune, climbs out of bed. Eric the sound sleeper that he was continued to sleep as she went to the living room to answer before Beethoven's Ninth finished.
"Hello?" Angela said, not bothering to look at the caller id.
"It's me."
**
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Pairing: Eric and OC
Thank you Yaba for being the only one reviewing this fic! But that's okay cause I love writing even if no one reads it! Thanks for your support!
Rated: R (minor smut)
Type: Romance
Chapter 4: I'm Sorry
Eric and Angela ate their dinner in utter stillness. Angela felt the need to break the silence that was becoming too much for her to take.
"So . . . how's the case going?" asked Angela, desperately trying to get a word out of him.
"We don't have much right now," was all she managed to get out of him as they headed back to the silent treatment.
She placed her warm hand over his and said, "Eric," he lifted his head from his plate and met her eyes. The same brown eyes he's admired since they were in high school, but they were now filled with tears. "I haven't told you everything."
Placing his fork down he looked at her, perplexed at her sudden act of openness. "What do you mean?"
She couldn't answer, she couldn't tell him. "I .."
"Did Marisol ever tell you anything that can help us find the murderer?"
"She . ."
"Angela, if you don't tell me I . ." he out of his seat and nearly pounded on the table until Angela cut him off.
"She was being abused," Angela said, this time with no hesitation but the tears kept flowing.
"By who? By who Angela?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"She never told me who . ." Angela shouted back, getting out of her seat as well.
"Why didn't you force it out of her?" Eric grabbed her at her shoulders but slowly let go as Angela spoke her next words.
"Like what you're doing to me now. I wish I knew, believe me I wish I knew." Angela jerked out of his grasp and stormed out of the dining room and slammed their bedroom door shut. Her loud sobs echoed through the apartment.
Eric cleaned up in the kitchen and took a shower to clear his mind. He decided to check on Angela after their dispute earlier. He slowly opened the door to find a sleeping Angela on the bed.
He slid in next to her. Her eyes opened to the darkness and she could feel him beside her. He placed his arm around her waist and pulled her closer towards him. She turned to face him.
"I'm sorry," they said in unison, which caused them to smile; something they haven't done in days.
"I was being stupid and I can understand why you were with holding information."
"I'm sorry, it's just that. ." she got cut off as his lip grazed hers.
(A/N: ok let's bring in the make-up sex)
She returned the kiss as he got on top of her. He slowly drew the straps of her thin nightgown off her shoulders as she arched slightly for him to pull the whole thing off. He started to suck on her spot at the nape of her neck, that led her to culmination without delay.
Sex. The new solution to every problem. It was exactly what they needed. For the comfort, the calenture, and the love that kept them sane.
Their lips never parted as he pushed deeper into her. They exchanged gasps and beads of sweat. The sense of urgency plagued their minds. She moaned into his mouth and nearly bit his tongue as he added more finesse to his thrust. He released and rolled onto her side. They laid there in the dark, looking at each other.
The exchange of the usual "I love you" had more meaning this time. The eleven years of I love yous' have never been as meaningful as this. He held her close and she fell asleep beside him.
2am
Angela, awakened by a familiar tune, climbs out of bed. Eric the sound sleeper that he was continued to sleep as she went to the living room to answer before Beethoven's Ninth finished.
"Hello?" Angela said, not bothering to look at the caller id.
"It's me."
**
Don't you just looooove cliffhangers? Aren't they great? If you'd like this torture to end soon please press GO and give da lil dreamer a review! ;-)