Eric lounged back on the couch, feet hanging over the end. The phone was before him, fingers sliding and pressing when needed. He was rather content, bar closed with a bit of time yet before dawn. Pam had gone out for something or other. He had the home to himself. Blessedly.
Such a rare thing now.
He withheld the groan as he heard the garage door open and the SUV pulling in to park. The door opened, bare feet slapping to concrete. He paid half attention to the sounds, mostly focused on the email before him. Fae was humming a tune, steps light and bouncing up the steps to her room.
"Yeah. I told you I could."
She was on the phone. That wasn't uncommon. Her cousins tended to demand her attention more than he could. He wasn't fool enough to think other wise. Her family came before all else and she'd forsake the world for them. That was something he woefully admired in her. She held her loyalty strongly. If she cared enough for the person, her life was second to their happiness or safety.
She giggled, something dropping to her floor. Eric wasn't paying mind to the email now. He was curious who she would be on the phone with at this hour. She was moving about.
"Well, don't be silly now. I love hearing from you." A sort of dejected sound left her. "Yes. I know. I slipped. It happens. … Or not. Fine. Be all judgmental. When can I see you again? Not that hearing your voice is any less pleasing, Gigi."
Godric. She was on the phone with his maker. His brows pinched, eyes aimed toward where she was, as if he could see her through the solid surfaces between here and there. Fabric was shifting. Changing.
He knew she was pouting by the huff. "You're just such a wet blanket. Eric would be happy if you came to visit again and I'd happily partake in my koala ways. More than happily, ecstatically."
Eric had to chuckle a bit at that. The door to her room opens, feet padding slowly down the hall and steps. Eric quickly puts his eyes to his phone.
"Yeah. And we can go flying. Which, I thank you for teaching me. I never would have thought of it if you hadn't." She listens to Godric speak as she rounds the stairs, pausing at the end of the couch by Eric's feet.
A hand lifts, poking each toe on the left foot, pinky to big, then back again. She wasn't even looking to him, staring at the wall across the way with utter focus on Godric's voice.
"So, if it's fire, use water on it. And water is weak against grass. Grass weak against fire. Blah blah so on and so forth. But it gets a lot more complicated as the other types come in. Like, I love the electric pokemon of the early games. But they sort of have so much bullshit they pull later in the newer games that upsets me a deal. Logical, but so bullshit. Electric was like, OP as all shit. But now, totally just…a let down. So, keep with your Char-baby. And when I come see you or you come see me, we can have a battle. Or I can show you the new boots I guilt tripped Eric into buying. So, hurry your crap up. I miss looking at your ass, Gigi."
That said, she hung up. Not a goodbye said. Her fingers stopped playing with his toes, moving a few steps forward. It gave Eric better view of her attire.
The shirt was practically a dress on her. It was one of his V-neck black shirts. He'd wondered where it had gone. Peeking from under it were shorts in a shade of electric blue, cotton and a bit loose.
"Can we kidnap him and keep him here?" She looks toward Eric with a bit of pout. "I'll go about in lingerie the whole time if you do."
Eric lowers his phone, blankly looking to meet her gaze. Unmoved. "You'd do that for him either way, Faelyn."
She makes a small face. "Yeah."
She seems to slip off into her thoughts, expressions morphing with each one. Eric watches a few moments before returning to his emails. He rather had the hope of getting them done to lessen the load of the next night.
He had no warning, too focused upon the mail from the King. The warm body plopped upon him, feet level with his. The warmth seeped into him, feeling the rapid beat of her heart and each fill and empty of her lungs. Her head rested on his chest, hands hardly out of the way of her head smacking the phone.
She shifted a bit, rear wiggling to get comfy on him as she crossed her legs at the ankles. Her phone lifted once she seemed to have her place. Eric stared at the top of her blond head.
"What are you doing?"
"You were in my spot. So I made a new one."
He recognized the tune playing within a moment. He heard it at least twice a day since she'd moved in. That Pokemon game she loved was becoming a part of his daily life as well. He nearly expected to hear it near to her bed time.
His hands lift, his phone thunking her forehead to use as a rest while he worked at emails again.
"Comfortable?"
"You're not as cuddly as my preferred humanoid pillow. But you'll do, tater. You'll do."
His lips quirked. Quiet fell between the two. His eyes flicked over as he couldn't help but glance over. The little character was moving back and forth in what looked like pixilated tall grass.
"Hey, Frost Giant."
Eric wasn't sure she realized that that was a mythical creature from his human life. The effect was made, she had his attention.
"Yes, Faelyn."
She takes a moment to choose the move of her pokemon for the turn. "Have I told you I hate your face today?"
There was a long silence, Eric just blinking at the randomness of it all.
"Are you on drugs again?"
She lets out a small grumble, the other pokemon dealing a rather strong wave of damage. He watches her face from his angle, waiting.
"Taking that as a 'no'," she sing-songs. "So, guess what. I hate your face."
"As if yours is any better?" It was instantly returned. She cocked a crooked grin as Eric smirked.
"Nah. But I win. I got tits. Tits always win."
Eric's gaze flicked to said flesh. He had a good view with the cut of the shirt and his placement. "I wouldn't go that far."
Her shoulders shrug. "I would." She wins the battle, moving to the little center with the nurse attired woman to heal her pokemon. Eric was actually watching now, emails abandoned. "I mean, there is nothing like a set of tits C or larger. Totally worth motor boating. Great pillows."
"And yet I'm being used as a pillow when you've the better option."
She lifts and drops her head a few times. "You have to get some cushions or something. Cause you're lacking up top, Eric." Her head rests, hand moving to push hair behind an ear. "And no, you are not using my tits as pillows or for anything."
"That almost sounds like a challenge, Skitstӧvel(Poop boot- a bastard)."
Author's Note: So, no excuses. I just hit a writer's block and tried to get into it by writing something else. Like twelve or more something elses….. I honestly lost touch with what made me love this show. But I kept wanting to write more Fae. I missed her. I missed Eric and Fae.
But I just... I'm still struggling with writing. I know this is filler, but it's just some 'fluff' for the two. I felt like it was at least owed to you all. And I really loved getting the follows, favs and most of all the reviews. I don't seem to get many of those. But that makes each one that much more important to me. But I love to hear from you all. Let me know what you would like to see. What you think would help. What parts you liked best. Thank you all again for taking the time to read this story that started as an escape from the bland reality and evolved into more.