4Sees it be nearing Halloween –
Wants fluff to be written –
Product = Halloween fluff
[thank me later :P]
She nuzzled him, his nose soft and straight on one side, before leaning to brush it with her lips. The reciprocating sigh of contentment was a reward enough. Finishing the decorations had taken the majority of the day to get it done by the evening.
"Happy Halloween, ange," she murmured to the man before her, who chuckled. His hand came to delicately brush an errant hair behind her ear that left a dazed smile on her lips.
"Do you not think that demon is a more fitting name? I fit right in with the corpse we hung outside," came the reply, though the words had long lost their sting. A dark eyebrow rose, shifting the white mask ever so slightly.
"Very funny," she drawled, patting his hand and disentangling herself from him. Christine sighed at the aching of her weary bones, walking to the sofa before slumping down, making a deal of using the entire sofa and propping her feet on the opposite armrest. Idly, picking up the magazine she had been reading through the autumnal season from the coffee table, her eyes flicked to him, who had found a task with fiddling with some extra Halloween light sets she had bought online. She said slowly, "You know, we still have time to get our costumes. I could be your Corpse Bride, or Sally from The Nightmare before–"
"Stop!" his fingers left the tangled lights and clenched in frustration, "I have no wish to see you anything other than alive, dear. Stop at your temptations of attending that godforsaken party with me," his barbed tone cut through the air.
Christine winced.
God, she knew he would be sensitive when it came to Halloween but assumed that with her gentle persistence she could at least, manage to get him to enjoy a party. Maybe even embrace the Halloween spirit (no pun intended).
The irony was, he had played the 'Phantom' before not only as an act – so why was it so terrible now to become King of the Pumpkin Patch once more?
"Why don't you want to go? I thought that you'd be fine with a Halloween party – no one's going to think much of what we wear. In fact, the weirder the costumes, the more likely you'll get the prize at the end," her voice lifted at the end, trying to tempt him with the word 'prize'; he was competitive as he was challenging.
He gave her a sour look. Pale fingers returned to their previous task.
Her lips came to a pout, "Come on, Erik. You said that it 'might be tolerable' when we received the invitation. That's basically a gold star from you! You know it would be at least half decent!"
"Enough! This is the end of the conversation," came he hissed acerbically, leaving a hanging silence between them.
Christine refused the urge to sigh, rub her temple and concede. But if they didn't go at all, they'd have children pounding at their door every five minutes.
And she couldn't hold Erik to being pacified at their 'obnoxious' interruptions. To her, she didn't have problem with the sweethearts, but Erik found them intolerable, as he so liked to growl. Sometimes she wondered if a bear inhabited him. Or maybe it was just his petulance that never managed to get expelled as a teenager.
She loved him even so, however many times she tried to question this insufferably sufferable bond between the two of them. But whenever he looked at her his dark knowing orbs, she knew with the warmth in her heart, she was home.
Yet, that didn't solve the situation at hand.
How convince her stubborn mate about such an idea…?
Abandoning her plan of relaxation on the sofa, she left her magazine and sauntered over to him.
"Erik," she drew out his name, causing his gaze deviate from his task. His breathing hitched when she leaned over him and she almost thanking her choice of her white thin-layer cami she had stripped to in the exertion from that day's decorating. Lazy fingers brushed the skin under his ear, lips pressing against the bare part of his forehead. The wires lay abandoned in his lap as his hands gripped the armrests of his chair. Wide black eyes met hers and a smile curled her lips, when she recognised the internal struggle within.
Oh, how little it came to stoke the primal instinct within her partner. Her Erik; how glorious it sounded in her mind.
Yet as her lips started to pepper his face with kisses, it was easy to see that as his restraint almost equalled his need.
"Vixen," he rasped and with great effort his hands stilled her face. Their trembling betrayed how much her affection caused.
"Open up to me," she murmured, taking his hand and pressing it to her face, lips kissing the inside of it as gently as one would do a babe.
This was the action to undo him. He groaned - no rumbled – a sound in the back of his throat that made the hairs of her neck stand on desirous edge.
"Ange, I fear you will be the death of me," he whispered roughly, uncaring as the lights his lap held fell to the floor as he pulled her into his embrace, hands catching her. Somehow Erik twisted her as she toppled like a flower into him and she swore that his fingers brushed her backside, to plant her on his waiting legs.
"Insufferable man," her words held no bite, only endearment as her head came to rest against his chest. A small hum vibrated and she knew that Erik was smiling.
"You don't think that I know such methods of persuasion, dear?" he purred darkly and suddenly, Christine tensed, realsing that her position was now one of weakness captured within his arms.
Damn that smooth romantic hide.
She gulped, aware of the hand that rested ever so casually on her thigh. The other was the one so kindly supporting her back against the armrest.
Idiot. Of COURSE he would be three steps ahead.
She looked up, eyelashes fluttering, "So -uh-" she swallowed, "What are we going to do now?"
Christine knew that sly smile that crept upon his lips. For a moment, she wished she could reach up and tear the hideous mask off.
"I don't know," he drew out slowly, his fingers circling lightly on her legging-clad thigh and her chest tightened. She never knew what he would do in this mood. It thrilled and made her heartbeat with a ferocity similar to running at a breakneck speed.
She squirmed, testing her limits of movement within his grasp. If she could distract him, she could get out of this predicament and try and reason with him. Before his passion consumed her and she would forget all about what her original intent was.
He tutted, shifting his legs to lightly roll her back into her original position. Barricaded against his chest.
"And how is this solving any jobs?" she questioned reasonably, feeling the softness of his black cotton shirt and struggling to not give up hope of winning the argument. Not when it came with such sweet torture.
His hand caressed lightly over her, so much so that through her cami it almost tickled. Christine squirmed again, but this time for another reason, unable to stop a gasp as his cold skin came in contact with her bare midrift, since the risen material of her shirt had seemingly occurred when he took possession of her on his lap.
"You're still coming to the Halloween party!" she grumped, using her hand to claim his in an attempt to stop his lazy venture.
"Are you quite sure of that? Since I believe that you're the one within my grasp now, Christine," his voice began and ended in a low rumble, and she was unable to stop the kiss he passionately planted on her lips. Her mind was so distracted by his incessant lips and the curve of his mask she barely noticed her leaning back. Her hand distractedly came up to rest on the back of his neck, or how the hand she released, sneakily began its climb to caress her breasts from under her cami which had already started warming from her touch. She gasped, breaking from his kiss, finding the hand with hers resting on the top of her breasts, thankfully hidden by the rest of her bra and shoved it away, giving him a look hoping to inspire some remorse in her captor.
"You brute!" she almost exclaimed it well enough. Yet, of course it lacked enough sincerity to cause nothing more than a wicked grin grace his lips, "Oh? I thought by your eager anticipation my dear that my advances weren't entirely unwanted," at this, his hand came to trace her lips that were beginning to swell and she shuddered hard at this. God, he was truly evil. A flush of indignation rose and readied itself at the forefront of her mind. Yet her breath was stolen by the molten look he gave her, heat flushing her body and curling in the pit that was a mere secret.
Words withered under that steady intoxication and she was left entirely at his mercy. Only her look was left to convey such to him. Spellbound, her hand asked for permission by resting on the white plastic and with his gentle nod, their hands removed it together.
Her eyes almost drew tears from the rush of warmth her heart gave at the sight. Begging to know him, to know the swooping hollows of his skin, to know the puffed ridges and concave curves, her heart ached beautifully. Was that love? Her heart couldn't possibly describe such a sensation to know him, to see his beauty and shunned "flaw" that was solely hers to love. And it felt beautiful. His love mimicked hers and through their eyes, they could communicate their shining devotion for each other. Feminine digits came carefully to claim his unique thoroughly adored half, allowing herself the pleasure of memorising such features over and over with the touch of her fingertips. Erik's rapid pulse seemed to thunder around her and her hand stilled as she realised the craning of his head drawing nearer. Her eyes slipped shut, waiting for bliss.
However, this time instead of passionately distracting, his lips came gently to claim hers with softness and warmth. Sighing into him and her body collapsed into the feel of his billowed lips and the heady motion, feeling the need rush out and the want grow. Gentle fingers tangled into the curls at the pack of her head, strumming them through his fingers as if they were made of lace and cradling her head in his hand.
Finally, they parted, already feeling the absence of their partner's warmth.
Erik glanced at her and began to say something, but she put her finger to his lips. Erik's words fell silent. Placing her hand against his cheek, realising her mistake, she murmured, "You don't have to go,"
She felt more than saw his slow surprise and smiled at him endearingly, "Whatever makes you happy, Erik, is what matters. I'll never forget that," she pushed herself up to kiss him firmly on the lips. He smiled against her, doing nothing for the butterflies dancing in her stomach at the sensation.
As Erik looked down at her, he replied softly, "You are what makes me happy," and his lips lightly kissed her nose, "Never forget that,"
Why does it both start and end with kissing noses? I have no idea but hey! My brain is weird!
Aren't they adorable though? I LOVE it when they are behaving for me.
Next chapter of Fallen Petals IS being written, dontcha worry =) …I just REALLLY needed good ol fluff. And it's much quicker!
Anywho, does anyone want a sequel, because there is one idea rutting around in there in the big idea factory – but not sure whether to leave it as it is, or continue for one more piece!?
OK, I would love some Halloween cheer (ironically this is actually one of my least favourite holidays) but this might be enough to turn Halloween around for me. I just love Christmas a whole lot more! And birthdays. Gotta love the birthdays..and Easter where you indulge on a hella lot of chocolate….(of which my lactose intolerant self vehemently objects to and I choose to ignore XP).
Also there is an amazing illustration by Muririn007 where Erik hates on the trickle treater kids which made me giggle, but funnily enough didn't come to mind until AFTER I wrote this. Erik would dislike kids, well some Eriks. It entirely depends on which one you're going for. This Erik is definitely inspired by ALW because he is my heart. Muririn007's is generally more Leroux/Kay :)
But YOUTUBE! WILL IT ACTUALLY GIVE YOU GOOD HALLOWEEN PLAYLISTS? BUT NOOOOO! IT DOES NOT! I HAD TO GIVE UP AFTER BEING REDIRECTED TOO MANY TIMES . I had to listen to my normal music. Not really halloweeny -_-
Sorry for my more adventurous emoticons. I keep exploring different options because I keep tapping wrong keys with the shift on. Hehe :-}
Will be appreciating any feedback! And thank you all for understanding my Nightmare before Christmas reference. I listened to the soundtrack today because I've never watched it before and heard a cover that I had no idea was from it. You should actually probably be thanking my insane urge to listen to a metal cover of 'Jack's Lament' by Jonathan Young for this lol XD.
Alright, goodnight lovely readers! I shall be dreaming of all things spooky and phantom tonight!
-Enigma