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Erik (i_haunt) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2013-06-14 21:11:00

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Haven (Christine)
The visit with Enigma, and everything that had transpired afterward, left Erik rawer than he'd expected to be -- and far later in returning to his wife that night. She'd been waiting up for him, he was sure, by the way she'd fallen asleep in their bed. Clearly, she'd been sitting up. The book lying face up in her lap suggested she'd been reading to try to keep herself awake.

He moved soundlessly to the side of the bed and plucked that book from her lap. As soundlessly, he laid the thing on the nightstand beside her, then moved away to change out of his suit and to shower in their expansive bathroom.

When he returned to her again, hair still damp, he found her bright eyes waiting for him. And though it was good... quite good... to see her, he could not smile.

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i_haunt
2013-06-23 03:04 am UTC (link)

"Hannibal has a singular talent," Erik said, but it did nothing to soften the emotion in her eyes. He considered his little dove in a breath of silence, then shook his head. "But I give far more of myself to you," he assured her, "Than I ever placed in any composition."

His music drove him, his music snapped at his heels, his music burned and demanded and keened inside him -- but Christine brushed through all that noise with the very sound of her voice. Did she know that he was her slave? She had to. Everything she wanted, everything she even hinted at, he gave her. He actively sought out those things she loved, and he had changed himself so that she could wear him every day and be comfortable.

There were no dark moods around her. Not just because she drove them away from him. He also hid them away, kept them far away from his diva, refused to let them touch her. Touch. He'd learned to endure physical touch -- in fact, craved hers, now. He'd learned to give it in all the ways she enjoyed. He learned that she wanted his hands on her as often as possible, even if it was to guide her through a door or down a street. She was a miracle and his mistress all at the same time.

And she'd worried about Hannibal.

His hand dipped tenderly into the dark waves he so adored, the mass of coils that had become something of an obsession. "Love," he whispered. And because words would not convey the depth of feeling in his chest, he cradled the back of her head and led her up, up until he could taste the tender bow of her mouth, the fullness of her bottom lip. How could anyone take so much of him without destroying him in the process? But she'd given him a strength and a faith he'd long ago thought he'd lost. He loved.

And she loved him in return. Despite himself.

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i_captivate
2013-06-24 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Christine knew, deep down, how silly it is of her to feel like this. Especially after he admitted to that. Though she still had her doubts given how much he put into each of his compositions but surely he put more into what they shared? Or even an equal amount. She sighed ever so softly and glanced away partly out of embarrassment for thinking such a thing but also partly because she did sometimes worry. She worried that she would never be enough for him. Never be everything he needs.

However that hand in her hair had her eyes once more on his and that one word said more than any composition could say. She knew that love had been difficult for him to accept. She could vividly remember his reaction to her first admission of love. But now he seemed far more comfortable with that and it warmed her heart. But she had no chance to respond vocally and had to resort to physically a she kissed him back. They had seemed to perfect this. Though perhaps every kiss felt right because the marriage felt right. Either way it did not matter. His kiss would always be enough to make her feel like she is melting and flying all at once.

Christine felt more than happy to continue the kiss for as long as possible. Her own hand came to rest ever so softly on his stomach as she continued the kiss with everything she had. She would not pull away until it was absolutely necessary and that did not seem like it would happen any time soon.

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	i_haunt 2013-06-25 02:21 am UTC (link)
	Eventually, he did stop kissing her. But that was hours later. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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