WHO: Christine & Erik WHAT: Making love WHERE: Christine's house WHEN: The night of the 13th RATING: high STATUS: in progress
Christine had never felt this alive in quite a long time, in fact, it felt as though she was a completely new person. Being with Erik was like...like the first perfect day of spring, like a high from a beautiful melody, like coming to the close of a high-pitched cadenza with the crowd cheering. Christine never wanted it to end. She hoped it wouldn't. She might not have known much about Erik's life, but she knew it hadn't ever been simple and that his mother had denied him maternal affections since the day he was born. Well, Christine had to make up for it and she intended to, one day at a time. Yes, she was a married woman and having an affair with another man which was very much looked down upon in her time, but she was happy and no one here seemed to mind about the state of Christine's marital status. Even if anyone did care, it wouldn't have stopped the young woman, especially not what she wanted tonight.
Christine looked over at Erik across the bed that now belonged to the both of them, the man seemingly focused on the book he was currently reading through, flipping pages every couple of minutes. She wanted to distract him, to have his kind, adoring eyes focused on her instead as through she were jealous of a book. Smiling, the young brunette leaned into Erik, huddling against his chest where she started to kiss the naked skin over old, pale scars lovingly, like she would of his lips. She made her way up to his neck, her warm lips parting, tongue flickering out bravely on warm flesh. She wasn't sure if he would like it, but it would certainly shock him. She wanted to make love so desperately that it felt like she might die if she didn't get his touch tonight. And while she kissed, Christine let one of her hands slide over his broad, muscled chest adoringly, a sweet, pleased tone in her throat, asking for more.
She could be a brave creature when she needed to be.