Heather gripped her bed sheets tightly in her fists, as she sat up to face - him. She had spent the whole day missing Erik and wishing he'd just come home, and now, now that he was standing in front of her - dressed in some sort of maroon suit, complete with a helmet and, for god's sake, a cape - she wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face.
"You - "
" - Heather - "
" - bastard, I swear - "
" - Heather, please."
"You," Heather couldn't get the right words out, she was so angry and so frustrated, she wanted to hug him and throw him down a flight of stairs and have a responsible, adult conversation with him - all at the same time. So, instead, she decided that the next logical idea was to go with her original plan and punch him in the face.
Heather threw her covers off of her body before charging at the older man, cursing him out the whole time. "You fucking asshole, you fucking left, you fucking left us," she hissed out, but before she could take her first swing, Erik's hands wrapped around her wrists, holding them against his chest while she continued to struggle.
"Heather, just - "
" - Fuck you! I'm done - I'm done missing you, it's not worth it anymore! You're just a stupid - "
" - Heather!"
Erik's yell quieted the younger girl, her brown eyes widening as she continued to look up at him. "Why did you come here?" She asked, her voice soft and shaky, and Erik let out a sigh, his hands remaining on her wrists. "I wanted to see if you wished to join Raven and I."
Heather couldn't breathe.
"When I asked - you were still in shock from what happened, I saw that, and the others were there. I thought maybe being alone, you'd feel more comfortable revealing your real feelings." Heather stared at Erik for a moment, before commenting, "Erik, I don't - I don't hate humans like you do. My - my parents were human, my - Joey is a human. I wouldn't be able to kill one if I knew they were innocent."
"What if they tried to kill you first?"
"That - that's a different thing entirely. Erik, I told you not to make me choose."
"We all have to make tough choices sometimes."
There was something different, something darker, in Erik's voice and tone that make Heather want to struggle away from him again. "It was never my intention to hurt you, Heather," Erik added, "But there's a war coming. And you need to make sure you're on the right side. Because I'd rather not see you dead."
Heather winced at that and looked away from his eyes, dropping her gaze instead to her trapped hands. "I can't," she finally responded, her voice sounding so tiny and broken, "I can't leave. Charles - Charles is hurt really bad, Erik."
"How is he?" Erik asked quickly, his voice sounding almost - like usual, concerned mostly. Heather paused, before explaining, "He's in surgery still. They - they don't really think he'll ever walk again, but it all depends on how much they can fix." Erik stiffened at that, and Heather quickly added, "I'm sorry," to which Erik sighed, "No, it's - I should be the one apologizing. After all, he blames me for that human - "
" - Erik."
There was silence in the room after that, before Erik finally spoke up, "Tonight is the only night I will come back here. I need to know for certain."
Heather tried to will her tears away, but they overflowed anyway, dripping down her cheeks and off her jaw. "No," she choked out, "I can't." One of Erik's hands let her wrist go, instead reaching to wipe the tears from underneath her eyes, his gentle voice coming back with a quiet, "Don't cry, please, don't cry."
"How may I not supposed to cry?" Heather sobbed, "I'm losing Raven and you. You - you two were my friends."
She'd never expected it to end this way. Maybe, somewhere in her mind, in the portion that loved to make ridiculously happy fantasies, she imagined them being friends for life, with maybe even her and Erik becoming an item over the course of time. And while she would have never admitted to the idea or the feelings that had slowly begun to blossom, she had hold them close to her, thinking it's always a possibility. But now - it wasn't going to be a possibility anymore.
Erik pressed his lips against her cheek, his red hot lips leaving her skin feeling burned, before he finally released her other wrist and began to pull away from her.
No. Heather was panicking, Heather was - she couldn't lose him. Not again.
While trying to desperately think of something to say, something to keep him there, part of Heather saw the romantic part in this whole mess and thought 'you'll never see him again, take the chance, do it.' And Heather, being the person she was, sprung forward and slammed her lips against Erik's. She hadn't really expected it herself and when he didn't kiss back after the first seven seconds, she felt like crawling under a rock and waiting out the rest of her days there. Heather began to pull away from the awkward closed mouth kiss, before a hand slowly crept its way to her neck, pulling her back into the kiss.
It was better after that - with Erik taking over. Their lips glided smoothly over each other, and Heather found that Erik's lips were extremely warm and soft, something she'd never really expected. The kiss, while rather passionate, was filled with sadness and longing, almost like they were saying their goodbyes with the kiss, trying to get out all of their regrets, all of their words.
Heather's arms wrapped around Erik's neck, slipping her fingers under the cold, metal helmet to run her fingertips along the baby hairs there. While she was tilting her head, however, her cheek came in contact with the sharp edge of the helmet and she gasped, pulling one hand away to run along her skin, making sure the damn thing hadn't cut her.
Erik quickly tossed the thing off of his head, the helmet landing with a rather loud thud!, before looking back at Heather and asking, his voice breathy, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Heather answered, panting slightly, before tilting her face towards him, "Did it cut me?"
"No."
"You sure? It hurt like a son of a bitch."
Erik laughed at that, before placing his hands on her hips, and Heather would have been self conscious of the extra weight on her hips if it wasn't for how big Erik's hands were and just how much she wanted them - everywhere. "Do you want this?" Erik asked. "I want it," Heather responded, though part of her knew she was just going to end up being hurt worse when he left. When Erik opened his mouth, as if to protest, Heather shushed him. "I - I don't want think about anything but right now. Just - please."
Erik gave her a concerned look before nodding and removing his cape rather gracefully, making his way to lay down in the middle of her bed, leaning against the headboard. Looking over her disheveled appearance from where he was, his eyes darkened and he motioned for her to come to him.
And she didn't even hesitate.
"Heather, are you ready to go?"
Heather jumped in her bed, eyes blinking open slowly as she lifted her head from her pillow. A loud knock came from the other side of the door, and Hank spoke once more. "Heather? Are you awake?"
"Yeah," she called out, coughing in an attempt to clear her throat, "I'm up, just - " She let out a long yawn, before continuing, " - gimme a minute or two." Heather rolled on her back, covering herself with the blanket before hissing in discomfort as she quickly took notice to how sore she was. She also took notice to the fact that Erik was no where to be found.
No note.
No sign that had ever even been there.
If it wasn't for the whole nakedness or soreness, she wouldn't have believed he was even here.
Heather didn't know why she thought he would have stayed, as if having sex with her would have suddenly made him not hate humans or want to come home. She had given herself to a man that probably didn't even want her to start off with, and that - that made her feel dirty and sick, like all she wanted to do was crawl in the shower and never leave.
(A/N: As you can tell, I've never been kissed/written a very good kissing scene, so sorry about that. Also to the people that don't like Erik/Heather together, oops.)
