Eric didn't want to let her move away, but didn't force her to stay. And when she stood, he appreciated the view of what he was seeing. Not only her body, but the marks on it. Hank had been very thorough.
He would never have imagined the boy would have done something like this. From his own encounters, Henry had seemed very timid in this particular area. Not just because he'd never had an experience before, but because it was the way he was. He would have figured there would have been softness, gentleness, not this.
He was happy to know that he was wrong.
When she was back near the bed, Eric moved forward again, pressing Baba back into the sheets. He wanted to explore further and know more. His headache and the fairy were almost entirely forgotten.
"Everyone thinks it's all about them the first few times." The selfishness often did fade, but never completely went away. He'd had many years to see that.
Eric's tongue found more bites, ones that had been hidden from her until she'd stood, and his fingers found a bruise that he rubbed softly.