Harder;Better;Faster;Stronger.:.Eryk

[eryk]

"I don't get colds and stuff, Cerri. Really." He really wanted her to button up. Certain aspects of his anatomy was very happy with the fact that she wasn't buttoned but other parts were just too tired. The happy parts were starting to win. Guessing that she couldn't tell how utterly uncomfortable she was making him he just smiled as she reached up to touch his hair. So very close, she was-so very close. His eyes drifted closed as her heavenly scent wafted up to him.

"Cat and mouse? When did I become a mouse?" The cat thing he blamed Nattie for. At her increased amount of teasing his cheek continued to redden and his hands itched to touch her. "Hey, I never said I wanted to sleep alone. You're the...the one who says you're sick...so.." No, alone? Hell no. Sleeping with her was top in his mind, but he just figured that she didn't want to. Sleep that is, not 'sleep with him.' His hand reached for her but before he could touch her his hand closed.

"Did you just suggest sleeping with Natsumi?" His eyes were a bit wide but he laughed softly. Picturing that made his head hurt and it was already on the edge as it was. Then his mind turned that in a very non-funny way and his cheeks turned scarlet. Eryk coughed covering his mouth as she walked away. He moved so that he could see her on the bed, her on a bed. It was almost too much. Gulping he jerked his head down making sure no eye contact whatsoever was being made with her. Stare at the couch. Stare at the couch.

"No, I'm fine." Eryk mumbled turning to plop his rearend onto the couch cushions. This really sucked. Nice comfy bed just feet away with a beautiful girl that said she loved him. Why was he turning down make-up sex again? Oh, right. He was 'tired.' Part of it was that the wolf was so close to the surface he was afraid. The other part was he actually was tired, and not quiet healed from her nasty words. But if he didn't go to her would it damage this healing process in their relationship? He wanted to at least sleep by her side, but she didn't sound like she just wanted sleep. So here he was staring at the floor thinking of his- what was she to him now? Thinking about her, on a bed, with her shirt unbuttoned.

Eryk groaned covering his face propping his elbows onto his knees. If he had just left things alone she wouldn't have teased him, and he wouldn't be this worked up about it. Next time the mouth stays shut. Curling up on the couch he stared at the wall really wanting he to flop on top of him or something. She either did it soon or it was hop in the cold shower time for him.

[©erridwen Corrigan]

Cerridwen sighed and laid down and shivered. "Alright. Come here dog." She called. "I'm cold...and I miss you" She nodded. "You can't lay there and not want to be with me...well here...Eryk? No sex." Cerridwen agreed "But come lay with me...hm?" She encouraged. Cerridwen offered a small smile, not one that held seduction but encouragement. To come to her. To lay with her. How long had it been since they've laid together, just...laid. Nothing else but just stared into each other's eyes, murmured a few words of endearment and let the pain of the past melt into nothingness.

If only it could be THAT simple. Both knew it couldn't. Something always had to happen with them. Sighing she patted the spot beside her and beckoned to him. "Come lay please?" She asked once more.

Cerridwen in attempt to draw him over even buttoned up her shirt and pushed back her hair out of her face, now losing all sex appeal. She was serious. Deep down she was...almost glad he had told her no. That he didn't want sex. Make-up sex. She was after all the one that always pushed for it, always started it, maybe it was good now that they didn't, that they had something else. A real moment. To connect, to not just let physical connection be the thing that took over and ruled, that emotional and verbal was also a key part in there.

Slipping under the covers Cerridwen looked up. She reached over and turned off the lights and waited. Would he come...or would he leave her there alone. Some how she wouldn't blame him if he didn't come, she had AFTER ALL said those horrid things to him.

[eryk]

Sitting up he turned resting his arms on the back of the couch, then rested his chin on his arms to stare at her. "Woof." Grinning he valted over the couch and hurried over to the bed. Eryk was so very glad that she called him over. His eye watched as she buttoned up, and scooted under the covers. After a minute he lowered his head hiding the look in his eyes.

"Damn, even when you try to cover up and not entise me...It only makes me want you more." Shaking his head he crawled to the head of the hotel room bed. His hand reached for the cover then stopped and glanced over at her instead. It might not be a great idea for him to be so touchy feely close with her. Not until he calmed down a bit more. So he laid down on top of the covers arms crossed under his chin once again. On her side was the damaged ear, and blind eye, thus making looking at her difficult.

"Rats." Eryk shifted so that he was propped up by one hand facing her. This wasn't exactly cuddling, and it was kind of set up to have some kind of pillow talk or something. He wasn't really in the mood for more talking, but maybe talking would take his mind off of other things. "So...do you..."

Now...what the heck do they talk about? "I, um, got a new job?" Did Nat tell her that? He couldn't remember all the stuff she'd yelled at him about, crap. Eryk sighed and rolled onto his back one hand tucked behind his head the other draped over his stomach.

"I have absolutely no idea what to talk about." No, the only thing on his mind was what she looked like with her shirt unbuttoned. Typical male. "Yep, got nothing." Rolling back over to face her he smiled.

"I wanna change my mind. Hope bout we do have make up sex? I fail at this talking thing." He was half kidding, half serious because he really did fail at the conversation thing. There were things he could talk about but most of them weren't pleasant. But he didn't feel like another fight, and he was too awkward at the moment to try and just cuddle. For some unknown reason. Like there was still a small wall there, or had it built in a small spanse of time? His heart was just so used to being protected that it reacted in instinct, or habit. So much for being open and honest.

[©erridwen Corrigan]

Cerridwen watched him, a small coy smile upon her lips. So this had worked. Buttoning up her shirt, that would be off again later, promising him she would play nice, he would come over, lay there, and he would want her. It was simple math really. It was like...an equation. Men were math. Once you figured out the equation(Every man being their each own individual, difficult equation) then you solved the equation and you were home free. Until you figured it out though, you had to keep plugging in numbers and trying to solve it. This was all metaphorically speaking of course, it wasn't like guys REALLY were equations.

But they WERE difficult.

Grinning when he went 'woof' She sat up slightly and watched him leap over the couch towards her. "What are you going to attack me?" She laughed looking at him, his wolfish grin, his eyes playful. Well this was new.

"It's all part of my big plan..." Cerridwen grinned as he decided to lay down on TOP of the covers. What? No playing footsie's underneath? No touching? No feeling? No...not even kissing? What was this about? Though Cerridwen didn't let these emotion's play across her face, she kept her pretty little smile upon her lips, but these thoughts, that let down emotion was running at a million miles per hours through her mind. Moving closer to him, Cerridwen didn't act phased that the covers were between and separating their bodies, keeping them apart, distancing them like a road block, or a giant brick wall. At least that's what it felt like.

As he mentioned that he got a new job, Cerridwen looked up. Nat had mentioned briefly about it, but had he...really gotten a new one? "Yeah? I may have heard rumors, but I don't know what to believe anymore..." Cerridwen trailed off thinking for a minute and then looked up, into his eyes, a loving gaze in her eyes, this one real, genuine, not...fake or forced. "Yeah? Well tell me so I can come harass you at work..."Cerridwen grinned now. "I mean what kind of person would I be if I didn't come..bother my..." She stopped and thought. What was he? Again?

"What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't bother my boyfriend at work"Cerridwen said finally, clearly, confidently. That's what she was to him? Right? She considered him her boyfriend...her soul mate, really he should be her fiance but she didn't want to push it. At least not this early. She'd wait. A few months, maybe another year before they started talking marriage again. They were after all only 19, it wasn't like they needed to rush anything.

Laughing at him, Cerridwen watched him. "Change your mind huh? Is that even allowed?" She teased moving closer to him, curling into him now. Screw that no touching rule. Though he never physically out loud said it, she could pick it up. If he didn't want to be under the covers with her, make an attempt to hold her, then that was special, that meant he didn't want her. To touch her at least, and well..that was to damn bad. She wanted to be with him, to touch him, feel him, hold him. "I think we could..maybe. But you have to convince me and see you got me totally..just...I'm not in the mood anymore...sorry." She teased grinning at him. "Maybe you should convince me?" She asked and playfulled scooted her leg against his.

[eryk]

“I’m not going to attack you. I’m just very happy that you called me over.” He spoke with a smile as he crawled over to her, and lay down beside her. Her warmth reached him even though there was a thick blanket between them, or maybe that was just his imagination. It was probably his body’s reaction to being so close to her. Just the thought of being close to her again had his skin burning, yearning for her touch, and her touch alone. Natsumi might have been able to talk him into going on ‘dates’ but they had meant nothing. He’d done some things he wasn’t proud of, but she’d told him to leave. So. He had. It wasn’t exactly fair to blame it all on her, but he never said he was a fair person.

When she gave him that look, the look that used to make his heart stop in his chest he almost melted. For his heart did stop, his eyes went wide at first then softened to that of any love struck person. Reaching for her he ignored the question, for at that moment he couldn’t think of idle chit chat. He couldn’t dwell on things that meant so little as to where he worked. No, he had to focus on the fact that they were together. That finally they might make it. Eryk scooted very close to her a hand reaching to touch her cheek lovingly.

“That look. I’d do anything, give anything, say anything. Just for you to look at me like that.” His voice dripped with the truth in those words, and his emotions shone from that sole blue eye. The teasing was gone, the playfulness, forgotten. All that he knew right then was how happy he was. Sure she’d said horrible things, but she’d done it for a reason. To get underneath the shell. The fact that she cared enough to get past the bull he hid beneath every day made him know she really did care. Or, he hoped.

“Cerridwen? Love, may I have the pleasure of kis- Did you just say girl friend?” The serious attitude vanished and that goofy, playful smile was back in full force. “You’re my girl friend again?” Eryk lowered his hand and scooted even closer smiling like a fool. He poked a finger at her still giving her that grin.

“Girl friend? Hmm? Does that mean I get to play boy friend?” Once again he ignored her talking, not very polite but he wanted to have fun. So he was going to tease first. Then he’d get to her teasing. Once again he scooted close, and even leaned in close. His face was a mere centimeter from hers. With a chuckled he whispered. “So what you thinking?”

“I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking that even if it isn’t allowed who said we have to follow the rules?” Just a little closer and when he spoke his lips brushed hers, but it still wasn’t yet quite a kiss. His hand slid over the sheets and over to her. His smile shifted, oh so slightly, into one that she should be very familiar with. Still leaned in very close to her he started massaging her hip then led that massaging up her side. Pausing he whispered against her lips again. “May I give you a massage to convince you to change your mind?”

Anything to make her change her mind, but if she truly did not want to he wouldn’t push it. He pulled back a fraction to meet her eyes. “If you don’t want to do, you know, we won’t. Cerridwen, I won’t push.” Again he lowered his face close to hers eyes closed his voice soft once more. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Other parts of him might want to but the part with the wheel certainly did not want to cause her pain. That was something they were trying to avoid, and forced sex was not something that would help in the matter. No, what would help is him not bringing it up at all. He should’ve just cuddled her close and let it be. Too late now, might as well jump off that cliff and let live. Nothing ever happens to people who stand and just watch the waves roll on by. No, he wouldn’t just go through his life in a fog, not anymore. He’d live. For her. For him. For them.

[©erridwen Corrigan]

"You say you won't attack, but Mr. Davidson, I'm afraid I can see through that lie" She teased in a whisper. "I believe you have a secret agenda your not telling me about" She said her eyes crinkling at the edges as she smile, letting it shine through her eyes once more. "And if I didn't call you over, then I wouldn't of course to get to complete the things on MY secret agenda" She whispered as he reached a hand out to brush at her cheek. So loving, so soft, how she longed for this, yearned for it, to have it in her grasp, and maybe this time, once and for all she did have it. Perhaps? Maybe?

That look. What look? She didn't know what he was talking about? Maybe it was that look she gave him when he made her heart flutter, or that look she gave him when he made her laugh, when he made her happy, when he was with her? She was so at a lost for words when he said this, and she didn't have a response. "As long..." She murmured trailing off still unable to speak. "as long as you give me a smile more often. You have such a lovely smile." Cerridwen nodded, her green eyes looking up at him. "Such a lovely smile, especially when it reaches your eyes, then it gives off enough light to generate my entire garden" She assured him letting her fingers reach up and trace his lips softly before pulling back just as quick and laid there curled into him thinking for a moment longer.

"Kiss me?" Cerridwen asked and then a worried expression made it to her face as he started repeating girlfirend. "Well I mean that-that-that was what I assumed we were, I mean well now and yeah, and I don't know and oh Eryk I'm sorry, so so so sor--" She stopped in her track as she noticed that smile. That grin. That wolfish grin that she loved. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "You horrible, naughty, mean boy" She said sitting up a seductive look taking place of the loving one, and her target WAS him.

Like a snake she was fast going after her prey. Sure he had just rubbed her hips, her side, he was trying to get to her, but that joke had not been funny, it had spurred on something within her that made her want to be dominate for once, being gentle with him, Cerridwen moved from under the covers and moved to him, overturning her prey, pinning him down carefully, "You don't need to convince me anymore." She purred slowly. "You never really did have to you know Eryk. You've got that...control over me, that trance, and it won't be broken, not that I try to break away." She promised. "Keep me under your spell." She whispered leaning down to kiss his lips carefully, and run her nails down his neck slowly.

When he began to explain he didn't want to push her she just let it roll off her shoulder and let it go. It didn't matter, she was just going to ignore it. "Shhh" She murmured. "No forcing, your not, if I recall, I think it's me on you, if I'm forcing you...then you tell me." She murmured. "But for once...I want to be in control, I want to be...the cat." She teased resting her forehead against his for a minute, she didn't look into his eyes, she instead closed her eyes, and let herself rest against him, and just nuzzled at the side of his lips every once in awhile. "Just this once, and no more if you don't like it." She murmured once more as she pulled her hair out of the ponytail letting her back be showered upon in black hair, some of it, falling over her shoulder and onto him as she was in an off angle.

Cerridwen's mind was at rest for now, she wasn't sure about his, and quite honestly she didn't want to know. Some things weren't meant to be shared between the pair, and right now, what was on his mind, was one of those things. Cerridwen hoped it wasn't something negative, or something that would break her heart, she actually hoped for the opposite, shocker there. Her nails moved up and down his neck only for a moment before moving to his collar bone and resting there, carefully, her palms now resting on his skin, as she waited for a response, a reaction from him, something to assure her she was doing something right, that for once she was okay, that she wasn't going to mess anything up.

Cerridwen's mind, at peace, herself was at peace. Everything was peace.

[eryk]

He chuckled, he smiled, and he watched her through all of the words that held teasing and promise. Heard her want for more of his smiles which he would give freely as long as his heart stayed as light as it was at that moment. Then at her little freak out about the girl friend thing he laughed for he was so very glad that they had fallen so easily back into one piece. It had been far too long that they had lain like this and smiled and laughed, and actually meant it. Time to laugh, so smile, to touch, and just be happy for once. With no worries or darkness to infringe upon them.

But then the joking seemed to shift, it morphed, changed, twisted into something that he'd also missed. Though he'd missed the physical relatonship between them this was different. He couldn't remember her ever acting like this before. Well, once when she was trying to get the wolf out to play with during sex, but never just because. As he was pressed into the bed with her on top of him with that dominating gleen in her eye his pulse sped exponentially. His blue eye bled instantly to amber as her nails dragged dwn his neck bringing a moan and a sharp intake of air. Hands went to her thighs squeezing them gently he slowly opened his eyes one milky and blue the other still a sharp contrasting amber.

When she leaned in close to kiss and lay her forehead against his she was bound to get a whiff of the musky scent of wolf, the pure scent of the forest, and the sharp hint underlaying it all of blood. For he'd accepted that part of him though he still tried to control it. She might not smell the blood for it was so very faint beneath the smell of wolf and forest, but she was so intuned with nature and she was bound to smell the forest. The sweetness of the undergrowth, the sharp scent of pine, and the deep rich aroma of the earth. Her being dominating, her clawing her nails down his neck, all of it was a trigger. A trigger he thought she'd never use in all their life together.

"You're not forcing me." He gasped out a hand reaching to cup her face gently. "Oh, Cerridwen. You push me to an edge with this. An edge that excites me like no other, but promise me. If you get cared to get away. To go and lock yourself up in the bathroom. Anything, just get away." He whispered as he lifted himself up to press his lips against hers. Eryk wanted to taste her wanted to inhale her very being. He wanted her and it burned in his veins much like the change could every full moon. A drug he'd longed for, the touch, the kisses, oh had he'd missed this.

"I won't hurt you. But do not worry about hurting me, because you can't not truly." Eyes open he stared at her still lifted up close to her. He wanted her to see that amber eye, to see if she rejected him because of it. "I will not hurt you, my love. Please, I don't think I can control the amber eye with what you're doing. But I can control everything else." Eryk slid his face to her neck and just stayed there breathing as if her very scent was relaxing him soothing the beast within. "Oh...Oh Cerridwen...how I love you..."

[©erridwen Corrigan]

Cerridwen couldn't help but feel smug she had gotten a moan out of him, an intake of breath, so her charm was still there. Clearly it was still there, her appeal, how devastating she was to him, it was all still there. Well naturally it would still be there, but this, this made her heart beat speed up, and made her want more, to keep going, no stopping this time, though she would take it slow, they both agreed slow, she never nor did he ever set a bar as to how much or little they could push each other. Certainly did she notice the change of scent around him, the smell she loved, the dirt, the soft moss, the leaves and bark off the trees, all mixed together into one, which only made her want to be closer, be even more dominate, and she felt extraordinarily strong tonight.

"You smell...so wonderful tonight" She murmured. "I love it." She agreed letting her nose grow closer to his neck, nipping at it every once in awhile as she inhaled his sweet scent. "My goodness how I've missed this.." She murmured once again pausing what she was doing just to be able to look at him.

There she noticed he red eye but ignored it. You weren't defined by the colors of your eyes but by the intentions in your heart, and she trusted him. Cerridwen nodded at his words. "I won't be scared. You of all people won't scare me." She promised and leaned down to kiss his lips softly. She smiled again and watched him. "Oh this is so...boring. We do not need to focus on the bad, nor the warnings, or the what if's, we have other things to focus on you know? Not you hurting me, because I know you'll try not to, nor the fact that I get scared. Sometimes..." She whispered leaning down towards his ear. "We all have to face our fears." She agreed and let her warm breath tickle his ear. She smiled once more and let her face nestle into his neck as she rested against him.

She felt his hand upon her thigh and she looked back to him arching a brow. When he moved his head to her neck she just let her hand move to his head stroking it slightly and sighed. "Your quite alright. You won't hurt me nor will you scare me" She assured him "But I am getting rather bored with all of this talking..." She suggested a hint of play back in her voice. She moved her hands for his shirt quickly doing what she needed to, and disposing of the wretched thing.

Cerridwen moved around and smiled hearing him. "I love you too." She murmured and looked down to him, waiting. Wondering. He was so perfect, in such a perfect state, had the perfect scent, if she could just stay like this forever she would, there was nothing she wanted more right now then to just be like this, with him, no one around them it was just the two of them, and some how Cerridwen was glad. She was being rather selfish right now, she wanted him only for herself and was not exactly willing to share at the moment.

[eryk]

He smiled as she spoke of his scent and how much she liked it. If only he knew what her scent did to him. A smell that he could pick out from a crowd, that he could find even in the deepest forest. Eryk listened to her words getting lost in the sound of her voice, her lips, and most of all her personal perfume.

Settling back once the shirt was gone he gzed up at her and her teasing tone. He grinned and took a deep breath and when he exhaled the scent of wolf and forest seemed to exhale with him. Eryk knew how to work his abilities to his advantage, if she wanted the scent of forest about her then so be it. Anything she wanted he would grant, and no talking was one of those things. Silence he'd grown so very good at over the months of silence in the insane asylum, and month or so in the forest. Lips closed he massaged her thigh with one hand his other going to her side slipping under her shirt.

His golden, brown eye searched her face asking permission as any good submissive should. For she was obviously playing the dominating role and that only left one role for him. A role he'd played his whole life. But at the moment he didn't want to play Mr. Nice, Mr. let the woman do as she pleased. He wanted to roll her over and just take her. To do anything he pleased with her, and the fact that he wouldn't, the fact that she was in control of his wanting to be in control only made it all the more exciting for him.

Eyes rolling up a bit to think he gave her a impish grin then lifted his hands crossing one wrist over the other, then laid them above his head. It was a sign that said 'do as you will.' He still wanted to touch her and his face showed this, but he wanted her to know without words that if she wanted to be in control then he was more than willing to give her what she wanted. Trust shined in his eye, trust and love. A trust he feared to give but wanted to give to her. A gift he hoped she understood.

[©erridwen Corrigan]

Cerridwen lay beside him, dominate, so that's what it was like to be dominate. She had finally give in naturally and let him take over, she had soon quickly realized she was no good at being dominate, she was far to nice, and couldn't ever make up her mind. Cerridwen once more realized that being with him, and being selfish like that was NOT good for her. She needed to realize she had to share Eryk. After that though it might take a few days, she was still thoroughly attracted to his scent, it called to her and she longed for it. A perfect fit.

Cerridwen shifted relaxing all part of her body , and just laying there, he gazed at him, and on occasion leaned over to kiss him, in various places, and to inhale his perfect scent. "I lover you.." She murmured leaning over and kissing him once more and curling into him, what else could she say or do? She didn't even know...what to say. Then again after what they had just done, how well they had done it, and just how extraordinary it made her feel, she wasn't sure there was anything left TO say. Once more, she let her hand run over his hair, brushing it back and stroking his head softly, she cared for him, wanted to take care of him for ever and ever. It was amazing how he could make her feel even after...what was it now? A year, two years, three years even, of this thing they call 'dating' though it wasn't in her opinion considered dating anymore.

They had been engaged twice, already had a baby scare, and had gone through early life crisis, both of them, and some how are still together. That wasn't a miracle that was fate.