Here you all go, my pretties.

Disliking Love?

Christine glanced around the huge marble tiled room, her brown eyes wandering over the steaming spring, soap, towels, and such. She smiled slightly. It had been a while since she had bathed. She pulled her silky robe close, holding it tightly around her. With her other hand she picked up a towel, and held it, walking tentatively toward the spring, her soft footsteps making echoing taps on the tile.

Erik stared in the direction the footsteps came from. Seems I did not lock the door . . . he thought mildly, watching. He realized his mask was lying on the tile a few feet away to his right, and lunged for it, putting it in place just as Christine appeared around the corner to the bath. Erik's golden eyes connected with Christine's brown ones and both froze. Christine took a step back, breaking eye contact, and clutching her robe tighter around her. "I . . .I . . .uh . . ." Christine was at a loss for words.

Erik watched her closely for a moment, noticing how the silky garment accented her curves. Tearing his eyes from her, Erik felt a small smirk twist his lips. "Don't go anywhere, my dear. I was just leaving." He said coolly. "Turn around." He ordered, waiting until she did so to climb from the pool and wrap a towel around himself. Erik left the bathroom into his own room to get dressed.

Christine stood there for a few moments longer, and then realized he was gone, and let her robe fall, pooling around her feet. Her thoughts were jumbled and confused as she slipped into the pool, basking in the warmth. Slowly she relaxed and thought things through, organizing her mind, and relieving herself of a slight headache. After a while Christine glanced at her wrinkled fingers, and wiggled her toes, thinking it was about time to get out. Levering herself from the pool she wrapped a towel around her slender body, and slipped the silky robe over her ivory skin.

Walking into the side of the bath where her room was located she glanced in the mirror, noting it was one of the only uncovered mirrors she had seen in Erik's domain. He never changes . . .she thought to herself. She brushed a wet strand of hair off of her face and exited the bathroom. Entering her room she shivered feeling goose flesh ripple over her and little bumps raise on her arms. Christine glanced around, then walked over to the wardrobe and quickly changed into a royal purple dress, and slipped a long backed almost trench coat-like garment over her dress for warmth. She picked out matching stockings and slippers, and settled on the bed, pulling them on.

When she was finished she decided to venture from her room, though she was scared to come face to face with Erik after their last meeting, but hunger drove her from the room. The brown haired beauty looking particularly delicate and majestic in the clothing she had on walked from the room, and Erik found his gaze almost magnetically pulled to the woman before him.

Though his eyes were still chilled, a characteristic they might never lose since the hurt he had been through, there was a hint of admiration for Christine in their golden yellow depths. "Erik . . ." That beautiful entrancing voice. Erik felt a shiver run through him. No. It would not happen again.

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Yes. I know it was incredibly short, but I've been having writers block. Feel happy that I updated at all, my dears. I really have no time for updating and such, but I do this for you all.

-Syio

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