Mini fic pairing/prompt: Erik/Mannequin, #13 - things you said at the kitchen table (modern AU where the mannequin is a RealDoll, sorry not sorry)
"Last night was...incredible," Erik confessed softly, glancing up from his coffee to his companion across the kitchen table. Her own mug sat untouched in front of her. The mask was firmly in place again, but he still patted it self-consciously to make certain. She hadn't objected to him removing it the previous evening after he'd turned off the lights...or to any of the other requests he'd made in the darkness...but old habits died hard
When she'd finally come to him, shown up at his door after weeks of impatient wishing and waiting, he hadn't hesitated to scoop her into his arms and carry her straight to the bedroom. She hadn't teased him about his clumsy fingers as he'd fumbled to remove her clothes, or laughed when his passion had spilled over far too quickly. After all, that had only meant more time for her own pleasure - for him to begin the process of mapping every inch of her perfect frame. And, if Erik was honest with himself, her reassuring weight on the mattress beside him afterwards had been worth every penny.