Erik felt strange. He felt…heavy. He opened his eyes, and found himself staring at Kerri.
"Oh God." He groaned. What did he do? What did she do? And the bigger question: Why couldn't he remember it?
She was pressed up against him, sleeping soundly. She was wearing a nightgown, which was reassuring. Did she know he wasn't clothed?
Before he had a chance to get up and dress, she stirred, rolling over.
"Good morning."
"Is it?"
"Yes; I haven't slept that well in years." She sighed,
"Speaking of sleeping, what are you doing here?"
"This bed has always been more comfortable. And my room was stifling. Is that alright?" She kissed his shoulders, bit his neck softly.
"Kerri, I'm not dressed."
"Is that a problem?"
"It could be for you."
"I have no problem." She murmured, running her nails down his back. He shivered.
"You're teasing me."
"And for that, I am sorry." She grinned, not sorry at all. She tried to get up, but he pulled her back, pinning her arms above her head and straddling her waist.
"Is it a problem now?"
"No." She wriggled under him. "But if you could shift your weight just a little bit, that would be great, and because I think you have a little bit more than one hundred pounds on me."
He snorted, shifting his weight back.
"Thank you."
"Okay, I just have one observation to make. Her we are, in bed. I am naked, and clearly at the advantage in this situation. And you are making jokes. So tell me why I shouldn't do exactly what I'm thinking of right now."
"Ad what are you thinking of?"
He kissed her heard, forced his tongue unto her mouth. She moaned as he worked his way down her neck, releasing her hands to slide the night gown off her shoulders. Slowly, his hands slid over her chest, encompassing her waist, and down her thighs. He reached her knees, hitching the hem up into his hands and pushing it farther.
Kerri couldn't breathe. Her heart was pounding in her throat, and she had forgotten how to speak. This didn't feel right.
"Erik stop." Was all she managed to say. He did, his hands falling just short of her hips. She could breathe again, and her brain was functioning normally.
"No, you stop."
Suddenly, the weight of her situation fell on her. It was as if a switch in her mind connected, and she realized that she was in bed with a sexually deprived full grown man. To a normal boy her own age, her flattery and sweet talking was just that, flirting. But, to this man on top of her, the situation was far heavier. She saw it in his eyes, and he saw her realization in hers.
"Let me go." She said finally. He sat up, careful not to show too much skin. She left quickly and quietly, because for once in her life, she was embarrassed, and couldn't think of he right words to say, even if she found the courage to say them.
What had he done? He hadn't meant to scare her, honestly. He had just wanted her to realize that it wasn't a game, and he was not a toy.
God, what had he done? Almost done? Through out his life, he had seen and experienced many, many things. But he had never encountered the feelings he was having now, or done anything close to what just happened. What if she hadn't stopped him?
He understood now why Antoinette had hidden him from the world so long ago. Perhaps he was really a monster.