Be strong Adi, be strong, don't give in to the need to post…nope cant do it.
Authoress: (Looks at title of chapter, then looks to the slavering anticipating phangirls, sighs, shakes her head and walks away)
Light barrer: I am updating as of now!
Lady Assassin Moonbeam: Thankyou!
Sapphire-aria: I know! We'll put it up as a competition in the den on the DBCA website! Get started right away!
AngelicFlutist: Meh, just gimme your fav colour and I'll make it up from there
"Anyone perfect must be lying
Anything easy has its
cost
Anyone plain can be lovely
Anyone loved can be lost"
Adriana was singing along to her CD player with gusto as she messed around in the kitchen, with a roll of his eyes, Erik entered the room, finding the black marble benches dusted white with flour as Adriana rolled out a pastry crust. "What are you attempting this time?" he asked dryly, taking a goblet of wine from the table and swirling the ruby liquid around the bowl. The reflection of the wine on his white mask made it look like he was drowning in a wave of molten fire.
"Lemon Meringue Pie actually," she replied, tossing more flour over the rolling pin and pressing it over the lump. She rolled the pastry out into a round flat sheet and draped it over a shallow casserole dish, then picked up her spatula and looked around for the bowl of lemon filling.
"Looking for this?" Erik smirked, holding out the porcelain bowl,
where a long, finger width trench was gouged. Adriana snatched the
bowl off him and glared into his mask, "That's the chef's
right!" she exclaimed, Erik licked the last of the filling from his
knuckle and reached for more, Adriana swiftly moved out of his
reach,
"Get out of it" she reprimanded, flicking at his
fingers with her spatula, he feigned hurt and turned to the CD player
as the song ended.
I keep on falling in and out of love with you
"Don't touch it!" she cried, slapping his hand away from the skip button, "I like this one!" a simple piano melody began to play behind the words
Sometimes I love you,
Sometimes you make me blue
She smiled at the melody, clearing away the dishes and heaping them in the sink in time to the music. Erik watched her, struggling with the emotions that clouded his senses as she slipped around him to collect the pan.
Sometimes I feel good,
At times I feel used
He stepped up behind her, as she half danced to the music. She pirouetted lightly to find him looking down at her, less than a breath of distance between them.
Loving you darling,
Makes me so confused
"May I have this dance?" his voice caressed her ears and slid over her shoulders like a cool silk scarf, she accepted his outstretched hand and was drawn into his tall embrace.
(Those have got to be the five most romantic words in any language ever written, spoken or sung) she thought, smiling up into his golden eyes.
How do you give me so much pleasure?And cause me so much pain?
She didn't know where he learned to dance with such grace, though his incredible sense of timing probably helped.
"I start falling back in love with you" she hummed quietly as he spun her out, and pulled her in again, gliding effortlessly around the black tiles.
"Really?" he asked, keeping his smirk from everything but his voice, Adriana blinked at him, "Really what?" she asked, crossing one foot over the other as he took hold of her hands and spun her round to face away from him, and pulled her against his fine figure. (No puns intended there, I promise…oh stop giggling! There isn't! Sheesh, some readers!) arms crossing around her waist.
"Really you start falling back in love with me?" he turned her under one arm and led her gently back into the waltz, she arched her eyebrows at him mischievously, "That would indicate I had fallen out of love with you some time previously," she replied smoothly turning under his long arm. "Does this mean you haven't?" he asked calmly, she shrugged, "Something like that."
"Ah," he dipped her back and drew her up slowly, turning her against him to drag his fingers down her arm, the other hand flickering over her hips before returning to her waist, he heard her sharp intake of breath and smirked at her as she faced him again, she glared at him for a moment, then shrugged, though her thoughts were in a turmoil.
He knew! She realised He knew damn well how he affected her by being so close! It wasn't fair!
"What are you thinking?" she asked, watching his eyes, he looked down at her in surprise, "Why?"
"Because I'm curious," she replied,
"Nosy, more like it," he answered sternly, she raised her eyebrows at him, "I wasn't the one so desperate to find out about the other genders anatomy that I walked in on you in your bath."
Erik glared at her, dropping her backwards until her loose hair grazed the floor, "Did you have to bring that up?" he grated, she nodded cheerily, "Of course," she giggled, he sighed, "You are the very epitome of immaturity."
She pouted at him as he spun her out, then in, "That's not funny," she retorted, stamping fairly uselessly on his booted toes. Without so much as a twitch he turned and his own foot hovered over hers. She squeaked and jumped up, holding her feet high off the floor. In reply, Erik started loosening his fingers from her hand and her waist, "I certainly hope you don't ruin any of the tiles when you land," he said blandly, she glared at him, hanging on determinedly, "If I'm going down, you're coming with me." She growled, he raised an eyebrow, perfectly capable of waiting until her arms grew tired. She hung on a few seconds longer, her knuckles growing white from the strain of holding her body weight. Then she glanced down at his waiting feet and dropped onto them, balancing on her toes on the polished black leather. (Does anyone actually know what kind of shoes Erik wears?)
"Ha!"