A/N: Just a small little something because I was evil enough to keep you all waiting. More later probably. Thanks for reviewing. Oh yes, I do believe I stole some lyrics. You'll see 'em.

When Christine awoke, dawn was just breaking. Erik lay next to her snoring softly. He was on his back, with his head turned slightly, only giving her the perfect side of his face. Long fingers loosely encircled her wrist. His longish hair had fallen over his eyes, and the day's growth of stubble beckoned her. She righted his hair, and then indulged herself, running her hand over his jaw. He didn't stir, but for the faint smile that crossed his face. She ran a finger over his chin, across the slight cleft there.

The chill in the bedroom made her shiver. At some point she had climbed under the thick comforter, but was still cold. Erik lay naked atop the covers. His skin was warm to her touch, but she gently tugged the comforter over him as well. As she moved closer to him, she slid her arm across his hard stomach, and rested her head against his shoulder.

It was so nice not to be alone anymore. She had someone to hug, to kiss, to laugh and cry with again. Sending thanks to whatever god had sent him to her, she settled against him. The scent of Erik filled her nostrils as she drifted back into blissful sleep.

Erik awoke with a weight around him. Generally Lucy didn't manage to get her paws around him, so…. Soft, chocolate curls met his opening eyes. His heart swelled so he thought it might just, in fact, explode inside him. Somehow he'd ended up with his arm tightly bound around her waist, and she was mostly lying on top of him with her arm around his waist.

He could easily die happy right now. Every stare, every hurtful word, every wrongdoing, didn't seem to matter anymore. He had the most precious gift he could have ever asked for, right here, with him, beside him. He could never let her go, refused to. He would be her first, last, and only. That he would see to.

Having no experience with this 'morning after' business, he didn't really know what to say when he felt her stirring. He grabbed the hand that was curved around his side and kissed her fingers. Her eyes fluttered open as a smile formed on her face. A proper kiss seemed in order, and he leaned in for one.

"So this wasn't just a really, really, good dream then?" She stretched and yawned next to him. His loving gaze met hers.

"A dream come true, more like, I'd say." His hand curved around her neck, and his thumb caressed her cheek.

"Seems like an apt description." When her fingers danced across his belly, he stiffened instantly. Ignoring his active appendage, he gave her soft, teasing kisses. That is, until she found him hard and aching. Groaning against her mouth, he nearly went off just at her touch.

Not having a chance to really explore him the night before, this seemed like the perfect opportunity. He was hard, yet soft, and quite a handful. (Insert winky smiley face) Her hand ran over the length of him, and then over the two soft globes, which hung below. His body shook with need, yet she continued her sweet torture. When she spread out the bead of moisture that formed at the very tip of him, he was quite sure he might cry out in desperation. He turned and lifted her over him.

Her thighs straddled his stomach. When she hovered above him, all he could think of was impaling her unto him, and the bedclothes bunched in his hands. As she finally pushed against him, it took every ounce of energy and strength not to instantly lose himself in that warm snug heaven.

Christine let out a deep shaky breath when he filled her. Unused to this new sensation, she let out a few more deep breathes. Erik fought the urge to grab her hips, and soon enough, she was moving against. His hips, of their own accord, jumped against hers, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her. A few more of those moves, and she was moving wildly against him and he spilled his love into her again.