Cuddles... (for quote_prompts)
Continued from here.
Steal some covers, share some skin ~ Sunday Morning : Maroon 5
Based on this photo
I awoke to light snores from the other side of my bed. I opened my eyes to discover it was still nighttime. Light from the full moon glowed against the curtains as they moved in the breeze from the open window. I hazily remembered what had happened just a few hours ago as I rolled over to happily discover Erik sound asleep in my bed.
I studied him as he laid on his back. I frowned as I realized he was still wearing his mask. How could he sleep in that thing? Surely it must be uncomfortable! I knew if I removed it, he would be more than a little grouchy with me, and I didn't want to ruin this moment for the world. A corner of my mouth turned upwards in a smile as I remembered words we'd whispered to each other.
"I'm yours," I'd said.
It was so very true. I gently caressed his jaw with my fingertips. Every part of me was his: my mind, we'd had many lively discussions about music and history that I enjoyed immensely; my heart, that would always be his although I wasn't sure how or when to tell him; my body, I shivered as I remembered feeling completely possessed by him. Although he'd been gentle and kind, almost unsure, I wanted a taste of that passion that I knew lay just below the surface.
I thought about the costume he'd worn to the Masquerade. I'd read Poe's story once about someone suffering of a plague showing up to a masquerade. But Erik hadn't been suffering a plague, nor had he been dying. In fact, that night, he was very much alive in the way he commanded every eye to look at him, in the compelling tone of his voice, in the power of his very presence. Oh, I was very much his to do with as he wanted.
"As am I," he'd whispered back.
My fingers traveled down the smooth skin of his neck to the light dusting of hair that began in the middle of his chest. Mine! I had been protective of him ever since I'd found him delirious in that forest, but I couldn't help feeling somewhat possessive of him as well. Christine would never know what this was like. I grinned like a cat who had just drank its weight in cream.
Still feeling rather feline, I ran my toes up his shin and back down again. I cuddled my face into the side of his neck and wrapped my arm around his middle. Mine! I pulled the covers up to my shoulder before falling into a light doze.
Meg Giry ~ The Phantom of the Opera ~ 442 Words
From Erik's POV
Steal some covers, share some skin ~ Sunday Morning : Maroon 5
Based on this photo
I awoke to light snores from the other side of my bed. I opened my eyes to discover it was still nighttime. Light from the full moon glowed against the curtains as they moved in the breeze from the open window. I hazily remembered what had happened just a few hours ago as I rolled over to happily discover Erik sound asleep in my bed.
I studied him as he laid on his back. I frowned as I realized he was still wearing his mask. How could he sleep in that thing? Surely it must be uncomfortable! I knew if I removed it, he would be more than a little grouchy with me, and I didn't want to ruin this moment for the world. A corner of my mouth turned upwards in a smile as I remembered words we'd whispered to each other.
"I'm yours," I'd said.
It was so very true. I gently caressed his jaw with my fingertips. Every part of me was his: my mind, we'd had many lively discussions about music and history that I enjoyed immensely; my heart, that would always be his although I wasn't sure how or when to tell him; my body, I shivered as I remembered feeling completely possessed by him. Although he'd been gentle and kind, almost unsure, I wanted a taste of that passion that I knew lay just below the surface.
I thought about the costume he'd worn to the Masquerade. I'd read Poe's story once about someone suffering of a plague showing up to a masquerade. But Erik hadn't been suffering a plague, nor had he been dying. In fact, that night, he was very much alive in the way he commanded every eye to look at him, in the compelling tone of his voice, in the power of his very presence. Oh, I was very much his to do with as he wanted.
"As am I," he'd whispered back.
My fingers traveled down the smooth skin of his neck to the light dusting of hair that began in the middle of his chest. Mine! I had been protective of him ever since I'd found him delirious in that forest, but I couldn't help feeling somewhat possessive of him as well. Christine would never know what this was like. I grinned like a cat who had just drank its weight in cream.
Still feeling rather feline, I ran my toes up his shin and back down again. I cuddled my face into the side of his neck and wrapped my arm around his middle. Mine! I pulled the covers up to my shoulder before falling into a light doze.
Meg Giry ~ The Phantom of the Opera ~ 442 Words
From Erik's POV