A/N: Wow! I didn't know I'd get so much response for an unintended cliff
hanger...I'll have to write more of those into the story! Lol...
...Christina didn't know when she had felt so much love and passion for one person. Until Erik had come along she'd be alone with her own thoughts and visions for the future. She stood with his arms wrapped around her for what seemed like hours. They were still standing beside the fountain, content to gaze into each other eyes. She leaned her head into his chest. They were still in the dream world, but yet it felt lovely to be in each other's arms. She could not explain it any other way. Erik brushed his fingers against a silky curl that lay on her shoulder.
"Are you happy?" He asked softly.
"Am I happy?" She smiled as she tipped her face up to look at him properly. "Yes," She whispered. "...Are you?" She asked her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
"Hmmm," He nodded. She placed her hand in his, and lifted it up to show him.
"Amazing how two different people can...befriend one another," She said shyly. Ah so she was still using that term. He'd thought they passed that. Was she feeling for him as he did for her? How he wished he could read her mind, or that look that passed through her eyes each time she was near him. He looked down at her. She was comparing his palm to hers.
"Ange, angel," He said. She lifted her eyes to meet his. He thought against forcing her to declare what her feelings were for him. That would abruptly end whatever connection they had with each other. "You...are beautiful," He said. A pink blush crept up her cheeks. She averted her eyes.
"Thank you," She whispered. She stepped away from his embrace and walked slowly around the fountain, dipping her fingertips in the cool waters. He followed her placing his hands on her shoulders, and turning her towards him. Her face burned with the lingering blush. She closed her eyes and smiled. He gently traced the curve of her face with his thumb.
"Have you always been this way," She said laughing, and breaking away from him.
"What way?" He hated letting her slip away from him, but he let her go without complaint.
"Do you pursue women this way all the time?"
"Not all the time. Only when they happen to be...very special," He smiled. She shook her head at him still grinning.
"I'd better go," He whispered gathering her back into his arms. She allowed herself to be placed comfortably back in his strong embrace, but she avoided looking into his eyes afraid she would loose her senses and kiss him. Not that she didn't want to, or longed to. She was afraid that he would hate her forever if she was ever that personal with him. A kiss wasn't something you could take back...
...Christina didn't know when she had felt so much love and passion for one person. Until Erik had come along she'd be alone with her own thoughts and visions for the future. She stood with his arms wrapped around her for what seemed like hours. They were still standing beside the fountain, content to gaze into each other eyes. She leaned her head into his chest. They were still in the dream world, but yet it felt lovely to be in each other's arms. She could not explain it any other way. Erik brushed his fingers against a silky curl that lay on her shoulder.
"Are you happy?" He asked softly.
"Am I happy?" She smiled as she tipped her face up to look at him properly. "Yes," She whispered. "...Are you?" She asked her eyes flickered with uncertainty.
"Hmmm," He nodded. She placed her hand in his, and lifted it up to show him.
"Amazing how two different people can...befriend one another," She said shyly. Ah so she was still using that term. He'd thought they passed that. Was she feeling for him as he did for her? How he wished he could read her mind, or that look that passed through her eyes each time she was near him. He looked down at her. She was comparing his palm to hers.
"Ange, angel," He said. She lifted her eyes to meet his. He thought against forcing her to declare what her feelings were for him. That would abruptly end whatever connection they had with each other. "You...are beautiful," He said. A pink blush crept up her cheeks. She averted her eyes.
"Thank you," She whispered. She stepped away from his embrace and walked slowly around the fountain, dipping her fingertips in the cool waters. He followed her placing his hands on her shoulders, and turning her towards him. Her face burned with the lingering blush. She closed her eyes and smiled. He gently traced the curve of her face with his thumb.
"Have you always been this way," She said laughing, and breaking away from him.
"What way?" He hated letting her slip away from him, but he let her go without complaint.
"Do you pursue women this way all the time?"
"Not all the time. Only when they happen to be...very special," He smiled. She shook her head at him still grinning.
"I'd better go," He whispered gathering her back into his arms. She allowed herself to be placed comfortably back in his strong embrace, but she avoided looking into his eyes afraid she would loose her senses and kiss him. Not that she didn't want to, or longed to. She was afraid that he would hate her forever if she was ever that personal with him. A kiss wasn't something you could take back...