Little Lotte- are you happy? I updated, took all day, but hey, it's hard to write this. Love you, and missing you , I mean, it's been a whole six days since I've seen you. I need to spend more time with you and mike. blushes anyway, enjoy. And NO, you don't get to murder Erik!
P.S this chapter is definitely Rated M.
Chapter 9
Bliss shot through her body as her soul melted with his, her fingers running through his splotchy hair, their tongs wildly dancing together. She slowly took guided him down the hall back to his room. Pressing his back into his mattress, she knew she would have to take the reins here, after all, her body was the only one with experience, with another person.
Pulling her lips off of his, she trailed down his neck, her lips gently brushing over his collar bone. Her hands running down his chest to his abdomen, feeling ever unhealthy exposed rib, till her fingers hit the waist of his pants. She grinned wildly as she heard him moan in pleasure beneath her, his hands running up and down the fabric upon her leg.
Further and further her lips traveled, following the part of her hands. She looked up at him, his head laying back, only the underside of his chin clearly visible. Heat filled her body as she heard his heavy breathing. Her lips traveled back up, as her fingers began to work on taking off his trousers. Upon removing the garment, she pulled away from him for a moment, to look up and down his slender body. Every thing about him set her body ablaze, her heart beating rapidly, her womanhood pulsing with need. His yellow skin, decorated with white scars, his pulsing, yet rather small manhood, twisted face, thin limbs, he was not the man she always dreamed of, but the one she fell in love with.
Instinct took over Erik, as he flipped her over, finding himself not startling her. As he always dreamed of, but would never commit, his nimble fingers unlaced her dress, playing it gently, yet with great speed, as if playing a delicate harp. Pulling the garment off of her petite body, he looked down at her with the utmost awe, completely entranced by her beauty. Seeing the look of pure joy in his eyes, she tenderly placed her hand upon his cheek, smiling up at him.
"I love you." She spoke softly, urging him to continue with the act he only dreamed of. She was no fool, she knew he would never commit such an act thinking clearly, for once she was thankful for his morphine habit.
"Oh Christine." He moaned, finding his place on top of her, ready to strike.
"I love you, so much." He thrusted himself into her, the desperate need he denied for so long finally being met. He moved inside of her slowly at first, gaining speed with each trust, each time she whimpered out his name. She wrapped her legs around his slender waist, trying to bring him closer, deeper into their ecstasy. She dug her nails into his back, no doubt adding more to his collection of scars, but these, these were well worth it. Her piercing cry rang around them, as she met her climax, his desperate release filling her womanhood. He collapsed down beside her, pulling her flat against his chest, both heaving for breath. They laid their in silence till both passed into a peaceful slumber.
"What are we going to do with him?" Katie asked fearfully, looking into Mandi's brown eyes, before glancing back towards the church, her mind focusing on the act they just committed, murder. Her stomach churned as she felt like she was going to throw up from guilt. Mandi gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look her square in the eyes.
"We are going to go back to Robin, and forget about this." She said sternly, trying to hurry her back into the car.
"Forget?" Her eyes widened with both fear and surprise.
"We murdered someone! What if the police find out? " She whispered frightfully, getting into Mandi's car. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, as Mandi drove them the short distance to Robin's house.
They entered the house silently, Robin meeting them at the door with a worried look.
"Are you alright?" She asked fearfully, fiddling the same way as Katie was.
"We're fine." Mandi answered, leading Katie down to the basement where they first conceived the plan. Katie collapsed on the couch, Mandi finding residence beside her. Taking Katie's hands, Mandi tried to calm her, warming her usual cold hands. Katie sat silently as Mandi retold the tale to her cousin, tension hanging in the air.
"Thank God it's over." Robin sighed, looking up at the two friends.
"But what about the police?" Katie whimpered out, first words she spoke in Robin's presence.
"Listen to me Lotte." Mandi gripped Katie harder, realizing then that she was shaking with fright as well as her best friend, sighing, she pushed away her fears, someone had to stay strong during this.
"Tarek was a murder, a criminal, we did the world a favor, and we are not going to go to jail. This was an act of self defence, You have to believe that." She tried to convince Katie, and herself. Katie nodded her head slightly, her blue eyes locking onto Mandi's.
Slowly she opened her eyes, those sea foam orbs falling upon the yellow face before her, Erik. Brushing a stray strand of hair from his face, she leaned forward and kissed where a noise should have been on any other man. His eye lashes fluttered open, his gaze resting upon her form.
"Oh Christine." He spoke her name tenderly, as is it was only a dream, secretly he wished it to be only a dream. Gently his unusually long fingers ran down her cheek.
"Did that really just happen?" He asked shyly, dropping his gaze from her to the bedsheets.
"Yes," She spoke proudly, leaving a small kiss on his lips.
"It really happened." She smiled at him, before seeing the disappointed look upon his face. She dropped her gaze as well, pulling the blanket closer to her body.
"Do you regret it?" She asked shyly, her hand creeping towards him, entwining her finger with his. He laid silently, unable to speak, dreading speaking with her.
"Have it your way." She spat, getting off of the bed, wrapping the blanket around her exposed body. She stormed off towards the door, gripping the doorway. She turned to glance back at him, nearly stumbling over to find him standing right beside her. He lightly kissed her lips.
"I regret nothing Mon Ange." He whispered tenderly, taking her lips again, this time passionately.
