Dinner that night was rotisserie chicken- quick and easy. The chicken I bought from the grocery store, already prepared, and only needed to be stuck in the oven and kept warm. Add a salad on the side, and there was our dinner.

I threw some lettuce into two bowls, asking out of curiosity, "Any thoughts on dessert?"

Erik grinned, sliding his arms around my waist from behind me. "You, perhaps?" he whispered into my ear.

I shivered, leaning my head on his shoulder. If you thought you knew what happened after I got out of the shower, you're probably wrong. We didn't get far, just… gah. Not far. Not that far. Of course, he wanted to, and he wanted to badly. But he hadn't.

"Seriously?" I asked, turning to face him.

He laughed, pressing his lips to my neck. I moved away, smirking at his deprived expression, like a dog whose bone had been taken away.

"Don't spoil your dinner," I teased. He chuckled, pinning me to the side of the refrigerator, his arms on either side of me.

"And what if I do?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

"No dessert, then."

With a sigh, he let me go. I grinned, returning to the salads. Dinner was on the table in seconds. But Erik was nowhere in sight.

I groaned. "Really? Come on."

No answer.

My brow furrowed in confusion. "Erik?"

Nothing.

I walked into the empty living room, hoping to see him there, anywhere. Immediately he pounced, knocking us both to the couch, his lips crushed to mine. I froze in shock, then as I realized who it was, what had happened, and what was going on, I kissed him back.

The feral need of his kiss grew, mounting with his unbridled desire that had grown with him over the past fifteen years. It didn't help that our last real memory of us together, so very long ago, was somewhat like this; it caused the sheer need for the other person to grow in the physical sense. Before, I'd just needed him there, his welcoming embrace, his gentle kiss, his voice, and the like. Now, I needed him. Come on, you're a smart bunch. You know what I mean.

He pressed my body even closer to his, his hands sliding artlessly underneath the straps of my shirt. He broke our heated kiss momentarily, searching my eyes for any hint of trepidation, of course, finding none.

"Erik," I said before he could kiss me again. His lips, instead, traveled across my jaw, moving down my neck.

"I can't wait much longer, my love," he warned me, bringing his lips back to mine. I pulled away, just the slightest bit troubled. He couldn't wait much longer…

"Later," I promised. "I swear, we will. But right now, I'm kind of hungry- in the food sense."

He chuckled, kissing my forehead. "I'll hold you to that," he said.

"Oh, I'm sure you will." I smirked, walking off to the dinner table.

That was probably one of the most awkward meals I'd ever eaten. The entire time, Erik's penetrating gaze was on me, and only me. He didn't even eat anything- not that he'd eaten much before.

I finished quickly, emptying the remains of the meal into the trash can, and setting the plates in the sink. Before I could turn the water on to wash them, I was pinned against the wall, Erik's lips at my ear.

"I told you that I'd hold you to that promise…" he murmured.

"Yes, you did…" I trailed off nervously.

He frowned. "Is something wrong, mon cher?"

I shook my head. "No… it's just… it's been fifteen years, Erik." He pulled me closer, we were now inches away from each other. "Nerves, I guess."

"There's nothing to be afraid of," he assured me.

"I know," I said. "It's me I don't trust."

He raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Well…" I began, not meeting his gaze. "When you stopped yourself earlier…"

"You thought I didn't want you anymore?"

I said nothing.

In seconds, I was in his arms, being carried into my bedroom. He lay me down, kissing my with such a ferocity, driven by a wild desire, he could've been a wild animal, diving in for the kill.

"I want you, Christine, and I want you badly." His voice was husky, barely audible. His sheer need for me was now obvious. Not that I didn't need him as much, if not more.

I looked him in the eyes, a mischievous grin plastered to my face. "Prove it."

"Gladly."