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Chapter 47: Phantom Training

The feeling of his lips traveling down her body, placing kisses along her skin seemed so real. The scruff from his grown beard ticked her stomach as he moved further down her body. His hand parted her legs, just enough for his…This wasn't a dream. The second his lips met her clit, her body awoken. Though her eyes remained closed, her body responded to him. Her legs parted more as he lifted them up onto his shoulders. Her back arching, pushing her breasts up as the cool Scottish air caused her nipples to harden, as well as the arousal. Moaning as her hand grip the sheets, she tried not to be too loud to draw attention.

"A-Ah…" She squirmed slightly. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place. No matter how many times she squirmed, he kept her in place. If this was his way of waking her up, she'd gladly take this method. "Ah!"

"Erik!" They heard someone knocking on the wooden block outside the tent. Christine quickly covered her mouth to help quiet her moans. "Erik! I know ye are up!" The voice shouted outside.

"E-Erik…" She managed to say his name before a moan came out. She felt her muscles tense as her release was fast approaching.

"Come on Erik! I know you are up! Get ye Scottish arse out here!" The man kept yelling. However, Erik wasn't listening.

"Erik ah!" She practically shouted out as her release come. She didn't care if the man outside heard. Pulling away, his lips curved up into a smile as he crawled forward and kissed her lips. Though exhausted from her orgasm, her lips returned his kiss.

"Morning…" He said before pulling away and turning his attention to the tent flaps. "I'll be out in five minutes!" He shouted.

"Going somewhere?" Christine managed to ask as she recovered. Nodding, he got off the bed and started grabbing clothes.

"Aye, training."

"Does the strongest man in Scotland need training?" She asked, sitting up and grabbing the blanket to cover herself.

"Tor has us train so we can improve on things and don't get rusty on things." She nodded as she watched him dress.

"Will I see you at midday meal?"

"If Tor lets us finish by then." He answered as he finished. Walking back over, he leaned down to kiss her lips softly. Whispering something in Gaelic, she watched him leave the tent. Once he was gone, she decided she would dress too. She knew Meg would be somewhere since her husband would be training and she hadn't really seen her friend in two days. She had to tell Meg everything that has happened.

Reaching the area where Tor plans the training, Erik yawned as he walking over to where the swords where. A few others had already started their training while some were still missing. Grabbing a wooden sword, he tried to fight from yawning.

"Wake up, Phantom." Tor said as he walked behind him. Though Tor didn't approve this relationship, he didn't forbid it. "Train with Striker." Erik knew this was a punishment for bedding Christine. Everyone knew that Erik and Striker rarely got along; in fact, Erik almost took off Striker's head. However, Erik only nodded and walked over to where Striker was waiting for him.

"Look who finally showed up."

"Sod off, Striker." Erik said as he rolled his shoulders, warming them up. "Let's do this." He said right before attacking. Striker blocked his attacks until missing one and Erik hit him in the side with the sword.

"Ow! Easy on the hit." Striker rubbed his side.

"Then block it." He said before attacking again. Striker managed to block his attacks this time. Now they switched and Striker tried to attack Erik. However, Erik blocked every attack Striker threw at him and managed a sneak attack on Striker. Feeling much better, he continued with the training.

After midday meal, Christine decided to take water out to the warriors who were still training. Meg helped get the water for her and also carry some out with Christine. Walking to the field where they trained, Christine continued to answer all of Meg's questions and Meg had a lot of them.

"Meg, how many questions do you still have?" She asked her friend. She basically told Meg everything and yet, she still had questions.

"Only a few more." Meg answered. "But I will stop for now and give you a break. I'll just annoy Erik with all my questions." Chuckling, Christine just shook her head. "Ah there are the men." Meg pointed to where the men were training. Looking out, Christine's eyes locked onto Erik and his shirtless body. Those muscles, she recalled having that body against hers and her cheeks blushed. Meg noticed the blush and smirked, having an idea of what Christine is thinking.

"Looks like we have an audience." Saint announced as he walked over to greet his wife. The other's turned their attention to the women and Erik only kept his eyes on Christine. Even a smile to his face as he walked to her, wrapping his arm around and greeting her with a kiss.

"This is a pleasant visit."

"Aw." She smiled up at him. "I thought you would be thirsty and I brought you some water." She said. Nodding, he took the water and gulped it down quickly. "I guess you really were thirsty."

"Tor has us training hard. We need to be prepared for anything." He answered.

"Well from what I saw, you guys are well prepared. A little too well prepared, I think." He chuckled.

"We have a reputation to keep." Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "Come here…" He took her hand and placed the sword it in.

"E-Erik…what do I do?" She asked him, looking clueless at the sword in her hand. Not answering, he took the sword from Striker and faced her. "Erik…"

"Teaching you what I know." He answered as he walked around her to stand behind her. He adjusted her grip on the sword and also her stance. He taught her a few defense moves and attack moves. When she had the idea, he tested her. First, he made her try and attack him. With a skakey hand, she attempted to attack him. However, he blocked and quickly counter attacked, letting the sword slap her on the behind. Yelping out, she threw daggers at him.

"What was that for?" She asked him.

"You didn't block." He answered. The others stopped their training to watch them. "Always keep your guard up, make sure you keep your eyes on the sword. Watch its movement and also my upper body." He taught her. "You can almost predict my move."

"How am I supposed to keep an eye on the sword, your upper body and my surroundings?" She asked him. "I don't have three eyes."

"Practice." She rolled her eyes. "Roll your eyes at me one more time and you will regret it." Raising an eyebrow, she decided to test him. He watched as she rolled her eyes at him again. "I warned you." He said as he stepped forward. He was unprepared for the sword coming towards his head, but managed to duck before she would hit him in the head. Hearing the cheers from the warriors, Christine blushed at the fact they had an audience. Turning her attention back to Erik, she managed to block his attack. They others watched the couple fight, noticing how quickly Christine picked up on things, especially Tor. He watched closely how Christine picked up moves that Erik taught her and he was even impressed.

"What do you think, Chief?" Hunter asked. "Do you think we may have a new Phantom?" He smirked.

"An English Phantom?"

"Gustave will certainly have our heads for this." Hunter commented. Tor agreed, knowing Gustave would hate the idea of his daughter training with the Phantoms. However, he seemed to notice how much Christine is drifting away from her English ways.

Do you think if Christine had a choice, would she stay with Erik and the others or return to England?

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