Chapter 16 A very pervy drooly chapter

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A short update, Exams are my next 6 week deal, so I am not abandoning this phic, nor any of my others, but updates will definitely be slower.

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For the next month, Louise went into a veritable sewing frenzy, she had a list a foot long of the costumes she was supposed to create, as well as sketches and measurements, Erik glanced at Titania's gown for A Midsummer Night's Dream and nearly choked at the detailed notes written around the page that the dress required.

Amidst all this she also continued her work as the local healer, finding herbs and brewing poultices, and on one occasion, setting the broken leg of one of the local stable boys. For the most part, Erik either stayed in the small cottage, reading his way through the books on her shelves, or getting underfoot, up until the point when she threatened him with a pair of scissors and told him in no uncertain terms he could either "Sit still and behave or God help her she would tie him to the alter and use him as a dress frame, ye ken?"

Erik backed away rather hurriedly at that point, and afterwards kept his distance.

One early summer evening, when the wild sage and lavender that grew near to the forest was scenting the air, Louise slipped inside the front door of her cottage and practically fell into her favourite armchair by the fire, the large basket of costumes and cloth balanced on her hip tumbling over the floor, "Ay me," she groaned, rubbing her face with her hand, "I could sleep for a week!"

Erik stood from his own chair and dropped the book he had been pursuing, "But then who will cook?" he asked, kneeling to gather the mix of fabrics, Louise gave an unladylike snort in reply.

"Is your stomach all you ever think of Erik?" she teased gently, leaning back to let her head hit the back of her chair.

"No," Erik answered, blushing slightly as he scooped up a puddle of black buttons, "But you cook so well," His lips quirked mischievously as he let the beadlike buttons trickle through his hands and into a small pouch. Louise turned her head to look at his profile, with the light of the fire flames filling the room with golden light, his left was in perfect view a side (she had to admit privately) was devastatingly handsome.

Strong, bold features, a straight jaw, tight and lined with a mix of despair and love, tender lips, rough dark brown hair that fell across his face, she absolutely had to attend to that soon, it was nearly long enough to brush his broad shoulders, a noble visage for a noble man. And those eyes…

Some angel, toying with the colours of the sea had blessed him with eyes that could change from the deep blue of far off waves to the summer turquoise in an instant. The purest blend of blue and green that caught her breath in her throat when he looked at her with that rare colour.

Erik tipped the last of the buttons into the sack and tied the mouth shut, then looked up at Louise from his crouch on the floor, the firelight made his white shirt glow and she could see halfway down the open collar to his Adonis like chest, his black trousers tucked smoothly into the tops of his knee high boots, stretched taught around the man's rather gorgeous posterior…wait a minute! Where had that thought come from?

"Louise?" his husky voice washed over her, sending a delicious warm burr down her spine, like a cat purring and digging its claws into her skin.

"Hmm?"

"Did you hear me?"

"Did I? My apologies Erik I must have um, what was it that you asked?" she mentally shook away her blathering and the flush rising on her cheeks.

"I asked if you planned on retiring soon, or whether you would like a cup of tea?"

"Oh tea sounds heavenly," she sighed, "Wait do you know how?"

Erik stood and towered over her, Louise's neck craned to meet his eyes, "I can assure you mademoiselle, I looked after myself for many years, I am perfectly capable of boiling a kettle," he made a courtly bow to her and she couldn't help but laugh. "I shall return,"

"Get away with you, you rogue!" she flapped a tired hand at him, Erik laughed and exited. Louise lay back on her chair and mused drowsily as the warmth of the fire washed over her heavy feeling limbs.

Erik returned a few moments later with a steaming cup, which he proffered to Louise with another bow, "Mademoiselle,"

"Merci, Monsieur," she teased, accepting the cup with relish, Erik's lips quirked into that smile again, and his eyes transformed into that angel chosen turquoise…

-Written listening to Gerry singing Point of No Return…I just had to get descriptive with him, and I'm not going to apologise because I know you were all sitting at your computers swooning your little hearts out, so stop drooling and leave a review for me.