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God aka Gigi Eriksson [Dogma] (quirkyhumor) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-10-06 14:17:00

Entry tags:

erik northman, god

Who: God and Erik Northman
What: The longest day
When: Starting right now
Where: Erik's mansion
Warnings: Oh yes, plenty.
Rating: NC-17

As soon as she finished her reply to Erik, God closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, gathering the consciousness of the universe around her. Her laptop slid shut noiselessly and slivers of light popped around her. Wind swirled lightly as wisps of her hair slid over her shoulders and with little to no concentration, she removed herself from her rooms in the Vatican to land inside Erik's home, specifically his bedroom. If he wasn't there at the moment, she knew he would be shortly. They had a link, the two of them, one that wasn't conscious or even intentional. It simply existed. It allowed her to feel an intense surge of love everytime Erik thought of her or wanted to see her. And somehow he always knew when she was near. It occurred to her briefly that it might have something to do with the exchange of blood between them that very first time they were together.

Her eyes still closed, she floated to his bed, settling herself on it, her silvery dress falling in soft folds around her as she concentrated a little harder to slow the flow of time in the room. She didn't want it to affect the rest of the world, it wasn't her intention to mess with the fabric of time. She simply desired more time with her beloved, so she altered the passage of time within the room where they would be until further notice.

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erikbloodred
2009-10-07 10:37 am UTC (link)

The fact that he could feel time alter in the room made him smile. He'd suggested the shift in time partly as a joke - he'd said those same words before to countless others who'd complained that there was never enough time to be spent with him. But this time, he meant them himself. And who else could make such a miracle happen but God herself? He let out a low, amused chuckle when she answered and showed her other costume idea, and Erik purred, "No woman who wore that sort of thing in earnest would have worn a skirt so short, but they didn't have legs so perfect. I think that's a compromise I'm willing to live with."

He leaned down just slightly into the kiss, trailing his fingers over the flouncy skirt and let them rest on her waist as she slipped up closer to him. He claimed her lips and traced his tongue along the lower one before delving just slightly further. It was likely, he figured, that God already knew his ways with women, he'd be a gentleman first, but get progressively more passionate as the night rolled on. He moved a hand to the small of her back as the kiss broke. "I would say I'm blessed," his tone was lower than usual, but soft, "but who would have blessed me with you, other than You? This is a kind of complication that I can truly enjoy in a relationship." His fingers caressed her cheek and he smiled fairly, a smile that was rare for him except for with her. "How have you been? Has the Vatican been as boring and stuffy as usual? You could suggest casual Fridays, to go along with their fish."

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