He was my anchor to reality, my bastion of strength. I watched him in fascination as his strong, caloused, but incredibly gentle hands played across the keys of the instrument in a mournful melody that sent shivers down my spine. I felt pride, pride in his accomplishments, his skills, his beauty, his strength, and I knew I was undeserving of him. I must have sighed aloud, because abruptly his playing ceased and he turned towards me.
"You are finally awake."
He sounded pleased, and I blushed.
"Your playing is beautiful, Erik, don't stop please."
He ignored my plea and stood, walking slowly towards me. I felt myself tremble with anticipation as he approached, reaching his hand out and carressing my face. He leaned down and kissed my lips lightly, an affectionate gesture that caused my face to tinge with pink, and as he pulled away from the embrace a low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
"Its adorable how you blush like a virginal little girl still yet."
My blush deepened and I glanced floor, my lips lifting into a grin.
"I aim to please."
"Yes, I am aware of that."
His voice came out in a low, predatorial tone, and he pressed his body to mine. I bit back a moan and buried my face into his neck, wrapping my arms around his waist. It was art, this entertwining of bodies, this ecstatic feeling as his rough hands enraged my smooth skin. This is what I wanted, but never got from her. Our mouths found eachother once again and our tongues battled feverishly for dominance. Erik groaned into my mouth, and then broke the kiss, threads of saliva dripping between our lips.
"My Raoul..."