The reception was fairly simple but Christine hadn't been expecting much. Not with only four of them being in attendance. The food and drink was rather tempting, but her stomach was so tied in knots that she was unsure she'd actually be able to keep it down. So she figured it was better to be safe rather than sorry.

Meg and Nadir were dancing around, lost in their own little world. She had always been able to sense something truly romantic about their relationship and marriage. She envied them. At least they had feelings for each other.

She jumped like she'd been shot when she was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, whirling around to look up at her new husband. The warm chuckle that left him caused a deep pink to dust across her cheeks.

"Would you like to dance, little mouse? You could've just asked to do so." He drawled softly. It was traditional anyway. If anything, they should've been dancing before Nadir and Meg had even started.

She bit her lower lip before giving the slightest of nods. There shouldn't be anything wrong with something that was essentially innocent in the long run. He took her hand in his and guided her out with the other couple.

He guided her hand to his shoulder and she grasped it before bringing her other hand up to rest on the opposite one. He wrapped his arms around her waist and swayed with her. Something told her that this was the extent of his dancing skills and she was perfectly fine with that. The only sort of dance she could really do was ballet. She very much doubted that her husband would be interested in learning anything of the sort.

They danced for quite awhile, even after Meg and Nadir decided to stop, sitting at the table. She found herself leaning more and more into him as time passed. The feeling of his hands slipping lower on her back sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to believe that it was a bad feeling, but at the same time she didn't completely hate it.

Even so, just before he could grab her rear as he was so clearly intending to do, she jerked away. He arched an eyebrow at her questioningly, cocking his head to the side as if he truly didn't have an idea as to what the problem was. It was almost infuriating.

"...I think we should take a break... I'm getting rather tired." Christine uttered softly, surprised that she was able to get the words out without stumbling over them.

To her relief, he seemed to buy it. He simply grasped her hip and slowly guided her over to the table. She allowed herself to relax slightly. Perhaps she had more power here than she truly realized? She wasn't entirely sure.

"Alright...but after we rest up , we're going our separate ways. I think we've wasted enough of our wedding night in the company of others." Erik purred in her ear, his tone huskier than she was truly comfortable with. It sent more of those confusing chills down her spine.

She managed another small nod, pulling away slightly as she hurriedly took her seat at the table. She pretended not to notice the hand that he rested on her thigh when he settled next to her.

As soon as the other couple's conversation died down, Erik spoke to Nadir. They dove into an almost amusing comparison between their weddings and an even funnier argument. She was only half way paying attention so she wasn't completely sure what it was about.

She simply busied herself with nibbling at a handful of crackers in the hopes of settling her stomach. She occasionally glanced over at Meg but the blonde was otherwise preoccupied. She leaned heavily against her husband, glass of champagne in her hands as she gazed at him lovingly.

Not for the first time that night, Christine felt a surge of envy towards the couple. She wished she could've been lucky enough to marry someone she actually had feelings for as well.

Before she knew it, Erik was standing and offering her his hand. She hesitated for a moment before taking it, allowing him to lead her back out to his car. As much as she would've liked to delay a little longer, Meg probably wanted some alone time with her husband. She would be surprised if she didn't.

The ride back to the hotel was absolutely silent aside from the radio and she allowed herself to become overly focused on that. She sincerely hoped the music would eventually calm her the rest of the way. It worked a little bit.

But as soon as they arrived and he opened the car door for her, the nerves came rushing back. She waited patiently as he closed the door, following him into the hotel.

She yelped as soon as they entered the hotel room, finding her back pressed against the door. She rested her hands against his chest and peered up at him curiously, biting her lower lip. He smirked and began to close the distance, pressing his lips against her own. Despite herself, she returned the kiss.

The kiss intensified as soon as she did and she allowed it to happen, slowly sliding her hands up to wrap her arms around his neck. He pulled away slowly, giving her lower lip a gentle nip. It drew a soft mewl from her, a noise she hadn't been away she was capable of making.

He let his hands roam a few moments before reaching out to brush some of her hair off to the other side. She was confused until she felt his lips against her neck. She instinctively tilted her head ever so slightly, allowing him to have even more access. He alternated between nipping and leaving tiny, open mouthed kisses against her neck.

She wasn't as bothered by the feeling of him toying with her zipper as she thought she would be. He pressed his hips against hers. Despite the skirt of her wedding dress, she was able to feel the hard bulge in his trousers. This snapped her out of the haze she'd unknowingly slipped into.

She knew nothing about this man and here she was, married to him and letting him have his way with her. Even if it was expected of her, she felt disgusted with herself. Besides, who knew how many other women he'd been with like this. If they were to eventually do this, she'd like to have some idea.

Well, at the very least, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to do this until she knew for sure that she wouldn't catch anything from him. She pulled her hands back and shoved against his chest, trying to back away despite knowing that she didn't have the room to do so.

"Erik! Stop. I don't want to...I'm not ready yet." Christine informed, surprised by how firm her voice was for once. She wasn't asking. She was telling. Perhaps it wasn't the full truth, but she wasn't interested in getting into an in depth conversation about his potential past exploits tonight.

Her surprise grew larger when he pulled back, looking slightly disappointed. Her gaze flitted downwards against her will and she noted that the bulge was just as big as it had felt. This was something that horrified her and intrigued her all at once. Would it even fit when the time came? If the time came? She wasn't sure.

"Alright...not tonight, then. But rest assured, little mouse. I will make you want me the way I want you..." Erik responded, smirk returning to his lips. His words had taken on an almost teasing, husky drawl near the end. It had brought another deep blush to her cheeks.

The only reason that the words didn't make her uncomfortable was the fact that he was heading to the bathroom now and not trying anything more. She took this opening as a chance to simply change into a clean night dress. She slid into the bed and settled, shifting awkwardly as she tried to find a comfortable position.

She also did her best to ignore the muffled noises that came from behind the bathroom door. Erik didn't sound like he was in pain, no. Perhaps the exact opposite. So she wouldn't worry about it. She had no reason to worry about it.

All she wanted right now was a peaceful night's sleep.