"Morning" Christine smiled down, giggling slightly at his mussed up hair which made him seem younger than his years.
"Morning mon ange" came his reply, his voice still heavy with sleep, a slight look of confusion on his face - never before had he ever felt such complete bliss as waking up in her arms. They lay like this for a while, both trying to get their barings, reliving memories of last night as each got lost in their own private world of feelings and thoughts, each with a contented smile on their faces.
After a while Christine was aware of movement below her, Erik slowly raised himself up from where he lay, stretching with a audible crack as his muscles released their tension of being in the same place. Raising himself up onto his knees he placed a soft kiss on Christine's lips before getting fully up and replacing the cover over Christine. Steadily he walked over to the other side of the room and placed on his trousers which still lay in the same disguarded pile as last night. He grinned overto where Christine lay, a calmness in his eyes and his manner that was not always obvious in a man who liked to keep his emotions as cloaked as his intentions.
"Tea mon ange?" he whispered, the grin still plastering his face like the proverbial cat of old.
Christine nodded and was rewarded by the soft click of the door as it opened and shut leaving her on her own, for the while at least. She could hear him humming as he rattled around the kitchen, a deep song that told of elation and jubilation - he was happy, she had caused his happiness and it seemed her heart would burst out of her chest through sheer love and pride for him. A single tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away lest more should follow. Carefully she stretched and yawned, before getting up and searching around the room for something to wear to protect from the cold. She quickly came across Erik's disguared white shirt and slipped it on over her head - his scent filling her senses as if he was beside her and a familiar ache started in her stomach. Oh how she loved this man - oh how she wanted him.
She laid back under the covers and wrapped herself up in his shirt and started to doze again, sleep tugging at her as she allowed herself to drift back into her memories of last night once more. He found her like this, smiling as he saw her asleep, wrapped almost entriely in his shirt - she looked so pure, so perfect, so his. He placed the tea on a near-by Carefully walking over to her, he sat down, the bed sagging as it took his weight, he looked at her again for a moment before reaching over and kissing her forehead. Christine opened her eyes, startled and smiled before pulling his head towards hers again, catching his lips with hers and kissing him passionatly, if still slightly sleepy.
Erik broke the kiss and went to where the tea was left and handed a cup to Christine who took it gratefully and took a sip of it before looking at Erik who was still gazing at her in quiet awe, still awkward when it came to women - although you wouldn't have guessed it by the way he acted last night - Christine giggled to herself before motioning towards Erik who came and knelt down beisde her. He looked at her quizzically and Christine laughed again,
"What is it mon ange?" Erik said, a chuckle in his throat.
"Nothing..." Christine giggled back, a slow blush starting around her cheeks and falling down her body, a stark contrast to the white of his shirt which she still kept tight around her small frame which was all but lost in the fabric.
"What is it mon ange?" he repeated again, the amuzement clear in his voice
"Nothing..." Christine repeated, it quickly turning into a full blown voice which made Erik get to his feet and slowly push her onto the bed, pinning her hands high above her head as she giggled below him, helpless in more way than one, her voice becoming more strained as she struggled to breathe from the laughter and the lust which ran through her veins for the man who held her willingly captive. He ran his tongue across her collar bone, along where the collar met her neck, granting him another moan as a reward for his efforts. He was determined to get it out of her, and he wondered absently whether she was as impatient as he was as he captured her lips again and kissed her with all the passion he could manage.
