Sigh, no ownership, envy of those who do. (July.8/05)
Note: I would like to thank Little Karma pour ma première revue for my first review (rather surprised I still remember how to speak some French and writing what with those accent marks, maybe I should have continued on after grade 10.)
Turning away from all the mechanisms and levers, Erik looked towards Christine, a brief flicker of disquiet showing in his countenance. Noting the predatory gleam in her eyes, and the smile flirting with the edges of her swollen, red lips - those kiss bruised lips - the small amount of tension he may have had bled away. Finally, Erik realized that the owner of that luscious mouth had advanced upon him. Unfortunately any further thought he may have had on that thought was duly halted by Christine's next action. It would seem that she had wrapped herself about him as if she were a bit of honeysuckle. Immediately thereafter she kissed him with as much vigour as she could manage.
Loving the feeling of her amours lips against her own, Christine smiled into the kiss, one hand clenched in his hair, the other roaming his back - his wonderful strong back. She shifted her left hand from his hair to his cheek, making Erik gasp, he instinctually tensed in order to move away, only for Christine to take advantage of his now parted lips to deepen the kiss. Both moaning from the pleasure of it, they pulled apart to breathe. Resting her head against his chest, Christine realized she had yet to fully vocalize her feelings for him, she looked into Erik's eyes, investigating every nuance of his face. Those few small, feathery lines at the corner of the eye, that crinkled now in conjunction with the slight grin tugging the corners of his beautiful full lips, the texture of the skin on the right side of his face, the slight ridges in it and the pink tinge, like a continual flush. She gazed straight into his bright blue eyes, her thumb feathering along the strong line of his jaw.
Taking in a deep breath and making sure they were staring each other square in the eye, so there would be no way to deny it: "I love you Erik, forgive me for my ignorance." And so, looking each other in the eye, he found no deception, knew there was none, so he whispered sweetly, huskily "Je sais cela maintenant. Je t'aime mon ange". He pressed his lips to her forehead firmly. "Come my love, it is late and you have had a most trying night. You must rest" Erik stated ushering her to the swan bed and settling her into its comfort. Making as if to retreat, Christine latched onto his large wrist, her fingers hardly wrapping around, "Don't go, I need you with me, please. I would not rest without you, speak to me, tell me of our future".
Lying down next to her, he drew the covers over them both, Christine immediately turning and snuggling tight against him, her head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling his collarbone she sighed in contentment, enjoying the heat of his body. Erik then began to speak of their wedding, of her in her gown, walking towards be he and the priest that would join them together in matrimony, marching to him in time with the aria he had composed for their union. Of how they would spend their days, surrounded by their music, of their voices combined in song. And to such wonderful images, she fell asleep. Soon after, fully luxuriating in her presence, Erik joined her in slumber.
Hours later, Erik inhaled deeply, feeling invigorated, for he had his love in his arms. Meanwhile Christine burrowed farther into the bed shifting and throwing a leg over his. Murmurs escaping her lips every so often along with her warm breath, his little love was absolutely picturesque. He made sure to imprint the moment in his memory, confident for once that it would be one of many happy ones to come. Gently combing through her mussed curls with his fingers, he debated waking her. Upon sighting the clock across the room, and seeing that it was half past nine in the morning, he decided he would risk it, he skimmed his lips over hers, then moulded them together more firmly. He could now hear Christine making a pleased humming sound in the back of her throat, she sounded oddly like a cat. Upon drawing back to look at her face and seeing her eyes heavy lidded and glinting back at him, he decided that she was definitely catlike at this moment, for she looked like the one who caught the canary.
Stretching herself against him Christine greeted him saying "Good Morning" and punctuated it with a quick kiss. She loved just laying beside him. It was so comfortable. He was so warm. Both he himself and his manner were warm. She was so glad that he still wanted her, still loved her. She would never jeopardize that with such foolishness again, and she would never ever be without him. Deciding to voice her thoughts to him, Christine shifted and folding her arms on his chest which she could see quite well since his shirt had shifted further open during the night, she rested her chin on her hands. Staring into his face she stated clearly and firmly "You must realize Erik, that I will not ever leave you, you will never be rid of me. I have you now and I'm not letting go". A slight quirk of his eyebrow was the only reaction she received before he replied rather dryly "Indeed. Then I suppose I should be pleased". The twinkle in his eyes, those aqua eyes, and the twitching of his lips that he couldn't quite inhibit made it obvious that he was actually teasing, but that it was also the truth, that he was pleased to have her there.