Chapter 9: Reunions
Christine awoke the next morning to Erik's alarm clock, which was going off at the ungodly hour of five o'clock. She groaned and got rolled over onto her back as Erik reached over to smack it. He was right on top of her and she couldn't help but giggle tiredly. "It's nice to know this wasn't a dream, but not this early in the morning," he yawned out as he kissed her lazily.
"Mm good morning to you too," Christine chuckled.
"I'm sorry love, I have class." He kissed her again. "Go back to sleep."
"Mm," she yawned. "Music appreciation isn't for another two hours. What class could you possibly have now?"
"My bullshit business class. It's my cover so I can go here."
"My Erik, why do you need a cover?" she inquired, sitting up without covering herself with the sheet.
He went to explain but the words fell off his lips as he stared at her body, "Um…"
"I would recommend explaining yourself," she smirked slyly at him. "Why is it you need two majors when we both know you hate business with a passion."
"Hmm?" He didn't look away from her chest.
"Oh," she followed his eyes and looked down. She started laughing hard and wrapped her arms around him. "Do you see something you like…? Perhaps it wouldn't be such a horrible thing if you were late to your first class."
He kissed her and groaned, "I wish...but my father knows my professor."
"Well," she purred in his ear, pressing her body up against his. "That is a shame."
"Mmm no… No, no." He reluctantly stood up. "You little minx."
She giggled hard and flopped back onto the bed. "Fine, fine, but you did this to yourself." She suddenly started to laugh harder. "Oh my god, you just chose your father over me."
"No I didn't!" He groaned. "I want to stay… I just can't. This is what I need to do so we can be together, forever." He caressed the promise ring she still wore.
She smiled and sat up again. Passionately, she brought his lips back down to hers and kissed him until he felt weak. "Mm, go," she murmured. "You have my number, call me when you get done with your classes and we can go out to dinner."
He grinned and got dressed. "There's plenty of food in the kitchen. Help yourself! I love you!" He hurried off to get to school.
They were both busy for the entire day, Christine got settled into her dorm and Erik had yet another exhausting day of trying to meet his credit hour requirements for both majors. However, to his delight, he discovered that they both had musical theatre at the end of the day together where they could sing, play instruments, and build the set for the upcoming musical. The musical was a surprise, in fact, the class itself was more of an after school activity than a credit hour. While painting a prop Christine chatted happily with Erik.
"So what do you think the musical is going to be this year?" she asked pleasantly.
"I don't know. Hopefully something classic, I am not a fan of modern musicals."
She rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Such a cynic. You're here to tell me you don't enjoy the works of Les Miserables, Rent, or Evita? Nothing like that?"
"No, not particularly. I would prefer the classics: Carousel, Oklahoma, Pirates of Penzance…" He shrugged.
"Hmm," she smirked. "I suppose I can deem that as acceptable." She got up and kissed his head. She had paint on her cheek and went on to painting an elephant. "Although from the props," she thought for a moment, "perhaps we are doing Hamlet?"
"Mmm unless they made Moulin Rouge into a stage musical." He chuckles. "We could be lovers."
Christine giggled, "You just want an excuse to kiss me on stage."
"I don't need an excuse to do that." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. They stumbled behind the elephant and continued kissing until Christine pulled back.
"Mm would you like to go see a musical with me this weekend?" she asked breathily. Her lips were swollen from their kissing and her cheeks were blushed.
He didn't stop kissing her, "Mmm sure, whatever you want." Christine smirked broadly and dragged his lips down his throat, pressing him up against the wall behind the curtains. No one seemed to notice them at all, or if they did, they didn't care.
He grinned as he kissed her. They heard the teacher let them know class was over. "Mmm… Let's get going."
"Uh huh," she whispered, but she didn't stop kissing him. Her hand grazed up against his crotch. He jumped in shock. He was still pretty shy.
"Later," he growled playfully. Him jumping made her giggle hard.
"You need to relax and let go every once and awhile," she purred.
"Not in public…" He took her hand and pulled her out of the theater. Christine only laughed harder and walked with him happily. She loved how shy he was and kissed his cheek. She just loved him so much.
"So, I hope you don't have too much homework tonight," she stated suggestively.
"I don't think I have much but I do need to meet with Nadir. He's been taking me on runs every day."
"I was wondering how you got those lovely abs," she giggled. "Very well, but after that run you belong to me. Understood?"
"Yes ma'am." He chuckled. "You should just stay with me. I have a feeling we won't be apart much."
"You know I couldn't do that to Meg," she sighed. "At least not right now."
He pouted adorably and took her hands, "Please? It's so lonely in that big apartment…"
"Oh my god, you spoiled brat. When the hell did you learn to make that face? That is so unfair," she growled and rolled her eyes. "Damn you, fine! I will move my things into your apartment and become your problem, but I will do it as spitefully as I possibly can." She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips with a façade of stubbornness. It was easy to see that she wasn't heartbroken about rooming with him.
He grinned and kissed her nose. "Go and pack. I'll come by after my run and help you move your things."
"At least with this move there won't be tears," she smiled, but the memory still stung at the back of her mind. She kissed him one last time. "Go see Nadir, I'll see you later."
"I love you!" He waved at her as he hurried off.
"Love you too!" She went off to her dorm for a much needed discussion with Meg.
