Judith Grimes (saviorofnone) wrote in helladjacent, @ 2017-04-10 15:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !jumps: post-zombie fog, character: erik lehnsherr, character: judith grimes |
Who: Judith and Erik
What: Swim 'lessons'
Where: The Pool
When: Sunday (rest week, backdated)
Rating: NSFW, adult content
Status: Complete
Erik hadn’t spent so much time sleeping since he’d been in prison. There, the only thing he ever had to do, besides stare at the wall, was sleep. Time never meant anything. It was always bright, there was always someone watching him, and there was never anything to do. He’d come to hate sleep over the years.
Sleeping with Judith, with his arms wrapped around her and his face buried into her hair, curled under the blankets and peaceful, was something he would never get enough of.
Regardless of how exhausted the previous week had left him, though, he did want to get out of bed, and out of their room, at some point. Years spent in the same surroundings every day meant he got restless more easily. He wasn’t really looking for more socialization, since Judith and Vlad gave him plenty of that, but he needed a change of surroundings. Plus, with the hotel back to its original state, there were certain things he had yet to take advantage of, and he was sure Judith hadn’t taken advantage of.
“If you really rather wouldn’t, you don’t have to,” Erik assured her as they entered the pool room. He knew she wasn’t a swimmer, but there was a hot tub that he hadn’t used yet. This week seemed more appropriate than any to take advantage of it. He had on a pair of plain black swim trunks on that he’d bought in New Orleans, and he grabbed a couple of towels for them. “I think you’ll like it, though.”
“I believe you...”
Judith may have let herself get carried away with this spoiling mood she’d been in this week when she agreed to at least try this new experience. She knew her reluctance to go anywhere near the pool was born from experience that had very little to do with anything here in the hotel, and that she was more than safe with Erik. Still. She was a creature honed by certain survival instincts, and those were difficult to turn off, even consciously.
He’d managed to get her this far, naked save for the matching set of underthings she’d purchased in New Orleans, standing literally at the very edge of the ten-foot-diameter ‘hot tub’. She could plainly see there was nothing in the water, save for Erik’s legs as he waited patiently, but her own were still very reluctant to move.
Erik smiled up at her, patient as always. He wasn’t sure he would actually be able to get her into the hot tub, but the fact that she had come this far would have been enough.
The fact that she came this far also meant he wasn’t willing to let her give up too easily. Granted, he could stand there, staring up at Judith for a while, and he wouldn’t complain. It wasn’t exactly a bad view.
“Come sit,” he said, standing in front of her, bring his hands to her feet and rubbing them gently up over her ankles and calves. “Just put your legs in the water.” He had yet to turn the jets on, figuring he’d have more trouble getting her to get into the water if she couldn’t see what was in it.
Rationally, she understood it was completely safe- she also was constantly chastising herself for the flutter she could feel in her knees, fingers, and chest. Erik’s touch helped, so did the calm promise in his voice, as did the fact that they were very much alone.
After a slow exhale through her nose, Judith let her right knee go slack, urging it into the water- which she was surprised was hot. Not just hot, very hot- hot enough to suddenly take over every complicated hindering thought in her head.
She even gasped, holding onto Erik’s shoulders with her hands, she looked down at the water between them in mild shock.
“Alright- so it’s not that bad,” she breathed with a slightly nervous chuckle. Moving her other foot wasn’t quite so hard; easing herself down to sit on the edge was practically easy.
Erik’s smile widened as she eased herself down, staying still so she could support herself. When she was settled, he brought his hands to rest on her outer thighs, squeezing them as he leaned in and kissed her, slow and easy.
“I’m glad you find it so tolerable,” he said, smiling against her lips. The room was warm enough that there wasn’t steam rising from the hot tub, but even just standing in the hot water was enough to make moisture start beading up on his torso. “It’s too bad we don’t have a tub in our bathroom. We could have started with that.” He smirked, and kissed her again.
Erik’s voice could be a distraction of its own; same for his hands, his eyes, and everything in between. His kiss was warm as the water, she savored it, letting each moment linger as long as possible.
“Well,” she started, letting her hands rest on his forearms near her thighs. “You got me here. I’d say that win’s a good start. And your method of coaxing is very convincing.”
“As it turns out, you don’t need that much coaxing,” Erik said, gently nudging her knees apart so he could stand between them. He rubbed his hands slowly down along her legs and her knees, before they dipped under the water to circle the backs of her calves, lightly kneading at her muscles.
“But if you change your mind, we can always dry off,” he continued, leaning forward to kiss her temple, then the shell of her ear, and murmured, “I’m sure we can think of something equally as relaxing to do.”
“I think I’m warming to it,” she murmured back, smiling in a way her voice and words matched. The way he trailed his hands down her legs, with the hot water, and the little thread of adrenaline from pushing herself beyond a very real fear was a powerful, and addictive combination.
Though she knew it was mostly him.
His arms shifted out of her reach, so she languidly draped her arms around his shoulders. Her thumbs drifted back and forth on the skin of his she touched, followed by a soft and idle trail of her nails, triggered by his breath down her throat.
“You know, you’re a dangerous man-” Judith whispered, her tone as promising and inviting as how easily she let him part her knees.
“So I’ve been told,” he breathed in a low chuckle, kissing her jaw, and her neck. Her fingers were soothing over his skin, comforting even as he felt the trails like sparks. Touch was something he’d been sorely lacking for so long that he always craved more of hers, even in the smallest ways possible.
“I’m certain that most of your attraction to me has something to do with that,” he murmured, almost conversational as he brought his lips slowly down towards her shoulder, every kiss slow and deliberate.
“Some-” Judith corrected while lifting her chin and rolling back her shoulder, giving him more to kiss. Now that the angle was better, she watched him as he went, grinning in a small but heated way. She’d never get enough of that view.
“You say you’ve been told,” she went on, dragging her fingers up the sides of his spine, all the way up to his hairline. “But what do you think?”
Erik sighed, letting out a low hum of satisfaction against her skin as he all but melted into her touch. He smiled, kissing her collarbone just above her scar as he gave her calves another light squeeze.
“I don’t disagree,” he admitted, and brought his hands back up over her knees and the tops of her thighs, until they came to her hips, still warm and wet from the tub. “Although I hardly think that’s a bad thing.” He wasn’t pulling her towards him, but the grip he had on her hips was firm and wanting. Still, he was patient, pressing another few kisses along her shoulder.
“Not for me.”
She responded to his grip with one of her own- squeezing his hips with the thighs he hovered between, curling her feet around his legs under the water. The dry tile was unforgiving and held her still, but the apprehension of getting in the water was gone.
“Is this why you thought I would like this?” she breathed on the skin just below his ear. “You want me in the rest of the way?”
“It had something to do with it,” Erik murmured, the smile evident in his voice when he felt her feet around his legs. He knew it was only a matter of time, and that she was just about as good as in the tub already, but still, he waited.
“Obviously,” he answered, and chuckled, turning his head to kiss the side of her neck. “But only if you do.”
When Judith said ‘dangerous’, she hadn’t just meant how much damage he could inflict for the effort. He’d gotten deeper under her skin than anyone, and the very fact that they were down here together, barely dressed, and he was pushing her past yet another wall she’d built up around herself betrayed how much Erik knew that. That made him dangerous.
But she welcomed it.
“Bring me in with you,” she purred in the back of her throat, enjoying the twist in her stomach as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
Erik smiled, and as soon as she leaned forward, he lifted her easily from the edge and into the water. He stepped back away from the edge, his hands secure under her thighs where he held her against him. He could feel her tight grip around him, despite the relaxed tone in her voice, but she’d let him bring her into the water without any resistance. He kissed her as he continued back, further away from the side.
When the back of his heels hit the other side, he found the seat built into the wall and lowered them down so he could sit, leaving just their heads and shoulders out of the water. He sighed against her lips, the warmth of the water easing into his muscles as he leaned back against the wall.
“So,” he murmured, and wrapped his arms around her middle now that they were seated, holding her close against him. “What do you think?”
Sliding into the nearly too-hot water pulled a long breath from her lips, lost down the side of Erik’s throat, and a shiver trickled down her back at the sudden temperature change, but the initial prey-animal fear she had of this experience had nothing to do with it. In fact, now that she was there, that reaction seemed completely ridiculous.
The big pool would be a different story, but that was neither here nor there.
“I could get used to this,” she murmured against his lips in a leaning smile, their brows resting together. She could feel the current from the small circulation system pull her hair through the water, curling it around her shoulders, pooling around his. It was an odd, but not unpleasant sensation. Any body of water she’d ever waded in was completely man-made, shallow, cold, and still.
Erik smiled, letting out a low hum of satisfaction and rubbing slow circles into her back. The weeks of Hell that the hotel liked to give them seemed worth it during the better, normal weeks. It was a strange place, but it was a far cry better than prison, and it had one very important thing he wouldn’t be able to find anywhere else; it had Judith.
“So could I,” he breathed. But he wouldn’t take it for granted. He would savor every second of having her resting against him, relaxing and forgetting about everything else for a little while longer. They’d already spent the week acting like there was nothing else to worry about, because really… there wasn’t. For once, Erik didn’t have a single care in the world. Even if it was temporary, it was everything.
“This feels even better after swimming for an hour,” he murmured, with just a hint of suggestion in his tone. He knew he was pushing it, but he also knew she didn’t get pushed very often.
Judith snorted, but her lips were still pulled up in the corners.
“I’m pretty sure it’d be an hour of drowning for me,” she said. Her fingertips toyed with the short hint of curls at the back of Erik’s neck, lazy and thoughtless. Resting against him like this in the hot water and its buoyancy somehow made every brush of their bodies softer, but more tangible- the brush of wet fabric in the current, slick skin against skin. Suddenly she had the desire to be rid of the now scratchy quality of the lace she still wore.
“But if it’s physical activity you’re looking for…” Letting her hands slide down his arms and catch a lot of her hair in the water, Judith reached behind her to unhook the bra clasp, and kissed him, slow and suggestively.
Erik just chuckled and shook his head, but before he could say anything else, Judith interrupted his train of thought. He was still smiling when he kissed her back, and he slid his hands up over her back, up to her shoulders, and he slipped her bra off as he trailed his hands down along her arms, dropping it onto the tile behind him. Then he wrapped his arms around her again, pulling their bare skin together.
“Did you have a suggestion?” he asked, pulling back from the kiss long enough to take a breath and smirk. After how the week had been going already, it was a wonder he’d even been able to get out of bed and down to the hot tub in the first place.
Judith smirked in perfect reflection of his own, loving the little tease. It’d been a back and forth between them since day one, though the interaction had evolved considerably. Yet still, in many ways, it was a push and pull for power.
After several days of taking the reins (and him) since the hotel returned to normal, granting them this small stay of normalcy, she decided to give that power back to him.
“This is your show,” she murmured, keeping just enough distance so she could focus on his gorgeous, cold blue eyes. “Show me what you want.”
Erik’s hands made their way down Judith’s back, mapping out every inch of skin like he’d done more times than he could count, at this point, and like he would do every time he touched her. He leaned forward and kissed her again, long and slow, deep and full of promise. His hands paused at her hips, where he hooked his thumbs into her underwear, before he broke their kiss, tugging her lower lip along lightly between his teeth.
“You know what I want,” he whispered, and kissed her again, just for a moment. “What I always want.” He gave her underwear a light tug, and kissed her again.
No matter how many times he did it, a little bit of her breath always stole from her lungs when Erik kissed her like that. It muffled her soft hum of approval, and she caught her bottom lip in her own teeth when he finally released it. She felt her chest flip, tighten and pull with anticipation, completely different from the anxiety of getting in the water. Now, she was excited.
Judith gave his shoulders a heated squeeze and broke the last kiss with a purr, then slid her legs from his lap so they touched the lowest tile bottom. She never broke eye-contact- the way he was watching her now had a heat all its own, adding to that of the water and making her pulse pound. She held her breath and dipped under the surface, slid the panties off with her thumbs beneath the water, then brought them up hooked on one finger, dripping and dark red, displaying them at Erik like a prize he’d won. Then she flicked them to the side, near her bra.
Erik watched her, a smirk lighting up his face as Judith slipped underneath the water. He loved watching her, seeing how calculated every little action was, reading the subtleties in her expression. In private, of course, they weren’t nearly so subtle.
Breaking her out of that control had quickly become one of his favorite things to do. He’d been enjoying the week far too much up until this point, more than happy to let Judith spoil him as much as she wanted. Now, though, she was purposefully pushing him to take the lead, and he was more than willing to take it.
He worked his swim trunks off as he stood up, tossing them to the side as he closed the distance between the two of them wordlessly. He put his hands at her waist as he continued forward, walking her backwards until she was pressed up against the wall. Then he leaned down so he could kiss her, his hands trailing down the sides of her thighs and then back up, his fingertips pressing faint lines into her skin.
She saw the spark in his eyes and felt it spread like heat at the back of her ribs. That heat flared when the wall dug lightly in her back, despite it being sharp and chilly to the point of a gasp and whine that his kiss swallowed.
Already she loved the feel of his hands on her skin under the hot water, moving and gripping like the artificial current. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, using the leverage of the wall to pull herself into him, getting as much slick skin to skin contact as possible.
Breaking the kiss only when she needed to breathe, her lips dragged across the stubble on his jaw, breathing his name in a purr of encouragement.
Erik lifted her up easily, anchoring her against the wall while he guided her legs around his waist. He had a tight grip on her thighs, clinging to her the same way she was clinging to him. With a shift of his hips, he eased into her, breathing out a low moan, his grip tightening on her for a moment as he pressed their bodies together.
He brought one of his hands up to curl into her hair, angling her head up so he could kiss her, hot and breathless.
Judith moaned against his lips when he filled her, her heels digging into the back of his thighs for leverage- to pull him deeper. Then she felt the pinch-pull of her wet hair coiled around his fingertips as they threaded in and twisted, catching her breath at the top of her throat, most of it he stole away with the kiss.
The acoustics in the wide, marble room and it’s heavy humidity seemed to enhance and echo every sound and every breath they made, from the movement of the water to the catches in her voice. As he started to move, she dropped her arms from his shoulders to brace back against the ledge, further arching her back against it, but Judith didn’t care.
“Talk to me-” she gasped out quietly, but her voice was tense and thick with need- she had the feel of him, sliding hot and hard against her under the water, with his grip in her hair. She drank him in with her eyes, especially the intensity of his, the hard angles of his face, and the way his shoulders and chest shifted as he moved. She wanted to hear him, too -whether in English, or German.
Erik couldn’t help the bit of a smirk that tugged at the corner of his mouth, watching Judith give in to him the way she always did. He would never get tired of it, and he was more than willing to give her everything she asked for.
“I could talk to you for hours,” he murmured against her lips, before he kissed her lips, then her jaw, to her ear, breathing out a low moan. “I could do this for hours.” As if to prove his point, he slowed down for a moment, but pushed in deeper, grinding his hips with every roll forward. He kissed her again, deep and hungry, consuming every noise she made and rumbling out a low groan against her lips.
“I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” the German came out, whispered close to her mouth as he kept his eyes locked on her expression. “I’ll carry you back upstairs if I have to.” The last was added with another smirk, and a sharp snap forward of his hips.
FTB