7:30 AM, Sarah Anderson, and Erik, Kitchen.
I pushed my thoughts away, got up from my bed; opened my closet, and observed its content. "What should I wear? What should I wear?" I frantically asked myself, "Something that doesn't make me look fat, of course." I touched the fabrics lightly; then I spotted my school uniform on the farthest end of the wardrobe.
I reached out and pulled the piece of clothing out. I paused in the middle of the room, looked round, brushed a little dust from the sleeve of my uniform, and going up to a mirror examined how it looked on me.
My school was not as restricted as many of the private schools around the country but, it did have a uniform policy. Luckily, the students had a choice in the matter. We were not obligated to go to school in uniform - that being a controversial subject as far as freedom of expression was concerned. But when it came to me, I still chose to wear it. Personally, I didn't find it to be too restricting, instead, I felt like I was in one of those K-drama shows where the main lead is socially awkward and falls in love with the popular boy, finding herself in the most embarrassing situations.
After slipping into my uniform, I gathered what I needed for the day. Shortly left the room and went downstairs, skipping a few steps like a child's play - and almost failed the last one.
Today, I wanted to be the one to make the breakfast, not exactly sure why I was so eager to get my hands dirty but still, I felt like I owed it to the boys.
I stepped inside the dining room; the room was extremely quiet, which lead me to cry out quietly in triumph. There was no time to waste. I was going to prepare the best breakfast they would ever taste in their entire immortal lives.
I opened the kitchen door and peeped my head out; the coast seemed clear. I closed the door behind me and went directly to the cabins to search for ingredients.
"What are you doing princess?"
I let out a small yelp and quickly spun around when I heard my pet name, almost dropping the jars of jelly. "O-Oh! E-Erik! Y-You scared me!" I placed a hand on my chest, focusing on steading my heartbeat. I wasn't expecting someone to sneak behind me.
"I'm sorry, princess." Erik's eyes traveled down to the two jars on my hands, "I was just curious as to what you were doing."
"W-Well, c-can't you see? I-I-I am preparing breakfast." I stammered nervously. Shoot. Could I just stop shaking like this every damn time I'm near him?!
"That is usually James doing. Why would you--?" He frowned, stopping himself mid-sentence.
"I-It was going to be a surprise..." I replied, tugging a hair strand behind my ear. "... but-but now it's spoiled."
"It can still be. Surely I will know, but the others won't." Erik encouraged me.
"W-Well, I suppose..." I shrugged my shoulders, kind of agreeing with him.
"Here, I'll give you a hand. Go fetch the bread from the carter and the fruit from the bowl." Erik instructed; he took the jelly bars from me and stepped away, walking towards the island. My heart jumped at the brief touch of our hands. "Sarah? The bread and the fruit? If you please."
"Uh...? Oh... Oh! Of-Of course! R-Right away!" I gave myself a slight push off the counter and walked across the kitchen to the one on the other side. I grabbed the bread and the fruit as I was told and brought them to him. "Here," I said, laying them on the table.
"Thank you, princess." Erik opened the top drawer and pulled out two different knives, one for slicing the bread and the other to spread the jelly, "I'll cut the bread open and pour the jelly, can you prepare the fruit?"
"O-Of course," I said, "Sounds like a plan." By mutual agreement, each one of us focused on our assigned task; he was on one side of the island and I was on the other. I quickly gathered what I needed for my success, I grabbed a glass bowl to store the sliced fruit, a plastic bag to trash what was undesirable, the blender to squash the fruits into smoothies and, all that was left for me to fetch, was a knife.
"If you please, I need a knife," I said to Erik and he nodded. He moved on to the sink, washed off the bread remains from the serrated knife before giving it to me. When our hands touched again, our eyes met as well. Not once we broke contact. Reflexively, I bent over my body towards where he was, supporting my right arm on the table.
In response, Erik grabbed my chin and bent as well, I closed my eyes. However, to my dismay, we did not kiss. He cleared his throat and release the hold on me, "Do you need any help with those?"
I shook my head and stood straight, "I can handle this on my own." and added, refocusing on my task. The room was silent for a few minutes before it was filled with sound again. "Erik?"
"Yes?" He stopped spreading the jelly momentarily.
"A-About earlier this morning..." I started; followed by a quick, nervous glance at him.
Erik raised an eyebrow. He was watching me intensely, I could feel his eyes boring into my very soul.
"Well... I wanted to say... I'm sorry..." I said, not paying attention to the knife, at all.
"What for, princess?"
"For all the secrecy, of course. It's not like I don't trust you or anything, because I do! It's just that I-- Ah--" I dropped the knife on the floor with a muffled thump. Blood trickled slowly out of the large, thin wound. I immediately grabbed a piece of cloth and applied some pressure to contain the blood flush. I stared wide-eyed at my wrapped-up hand. I got distracted and cut myself, that usually didn't happen.
"Princess!" Erik instantly dropped everything and rushed to me. "Are you okay?!"
"It-It 's nothing, don't worry. It's just a cut." I said, trying to reassure him.
Restless, Erik grabbed my hand and observed its wound. "It looks serious, Sarah! You should be treated for it!"
"D-Don't say nonsense..." I bit my lip to keep the burning sensation in the back of my head. "It's just a cut, Erik. It will heal on its own."
"Nonsense, you say!" After clearing out the table off of its objects for no apparent reason, Erik grabbed me by the waist, lifted me, and set me up on top of the counter. I couldn't object. "Now, where is the first aid kit?" He asked me.
"I-In the entrance," I replied; he didn't even blink, before I knew, he moved out of my sight.
After a couple of minutes, Erik returned with the aid case in hand. He placed it beside me and opened it promptly. "Stretch your hand for me, please."
"Like this?"
"Yes, like that. Now, I'm going to disinfect the wound before closing it with gaze and sticker." Erik explained. "It will sting a little."
"I know," I said with a small giggle, sounding like a little girl. "I've fallen way too many times when I was little, so I know the drill."
Instead of responding or weave any kind of comment, he concentrated on tending to her hand.
"I was such a clutz as a child, never seeing where I was going-- And how about you?" I asked, sounding way too noisy about something that didn't concern me.
"What about me?" he echoed my words.
"Yes! How were you as a child? Have any scars with funny stories?" Since Erik arched a confused brow, I promptly reformulated my question. "I-I mean, you're a demon so-so, you're bound to have gotten into fights at some point."
Throughout the process, Erik remained silent, completely focused on cleaning my wound and bandaging my hand. When he finished, he quickly gathered the leftovers, packed them inside the aid case, closed it, and pushed it to the side. He looked at me with a serious expression before answering. "Apart from what happened with Malix, no, I haven't. So, there aren't many as you might think."
"Yes, that's true. I saw none last night, aside from those of that day. I could faintly feel them at the tip of my fingers, it felt weird but nice at the same time. They give you a certain appeal, you know--" Before I could blink, he snatched me and yanked me forward, pinning me to his body with a hand on my waist.
Erik said nothing, his stoic features giving no hint of what was on his mind. Then, I heard his soft chuckle.
"W-What?" I looked confused as he smiled faintly at me.
"What's this, princess? Talking about touching a man's body so casually, how naughty." He said, trying to contain his amusement. "If you want, I'll let you touch it sometime soon, perhaps tonight again~"
"Erik!" I immediately covered his mouth with my hand. "Someone might be nearby and hear you--!" Before I could finish, Erik pressed his index thumb on my bottom lip.
"Let them hear, I don't care." He whispered, eyes glowing with desire, "You're mine, no one else's." the sudden confession written all over his expression.
A soft pink blush colored my cheeks slightly, accenting the bone structure. 'And you're mine' - was what I wanted to say but was too embarrassed to say it out loud. I would never forget the first time he'd kissed me, meaningfully... the first time he touched me... the first time he caressed every inch of my body... the first time he moaned my name... the first time we made love to each other... the very first time he touched my soul and claimed me.
"Damn, I really want to kiss you right now." He rushed forward, catching me off guard. He teased me gently, nudging my lips apart, and making me sigh in anticipation. "If it were for me, I would have you right here in this table." and whispered in my ear, "I would be glad to help you out of that uniform and anything you might have underneath, leaving you only in your birthday suit," He reached out to my chest, lightly touching my tie's tail and manifesting his indecent thoughts openly, "Turning you around and bending you over would please me very much." His words sent a shiver down my spine. "Making you come and hearing your moans filling this room is all I want right now."
"W-What? H-Here?! N-Now?!" Once again, I stumbled over my words. My body was tingling from his tease.
"Yes. Right Here. Right now." He moistened his lips lightly before he continued, "I don't need to be Damien to know that you also want this. But I won't do anything that you aren't comfortable with."
"I..." My voice caught and I swallowed down a lump in her throat as I squeezed my legs against one another, my whole body stiffened with tension.
Apparently, my silence spoke volumes because he let out a frustrated sigh and said, "You're right, this is not the time nor the place. I'll leave." He moved away from the island, leaving me behind already in heat, then opened the kitchen door and was set to leave.
'Oh no, sir. You won't.' I wouldn't let him walk away, not again, not this time. So, I grabbed the sleeve of his red shirt and pulled it back slightly.
Erik turned around, "Princess?" he seemed surprised.
"Kiss me." I simply muttered, hoping he wouldn't question it.
"You don't have to tell me twice princess." Erik immediately turned back; I welcomed him by grabbing his face, thus sealing our lips together. In a minute, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he stripped me out of my vest. Then, I felt his hand grab the knot of my tie and roughly pulling it to the side, making it go loose and sliding it off my neck. The necklace fell on the table beside me while he hungrily unbuttoned the top buttons of my blouse, merely stopping above my belly button and yet exposing my chest completely.
The way his hand moved, caressing the bare skin of my stomach and back, drove my mind crazy, clouding my thoughts and forced ragged breaths out of my mouth. Erik didn't stop touching me and kissing me, my body was a feast to him and, I couldn't help but melt in the pleasure he was providing me. His kiss was fierce, nearly knocking all the air from my lungs. It was so intense that stroked the fire in me, making me overcome my senses. It was so passionate that made me slowly melt in his arms.
I moaned against his lips, enjoying myself. Our lips were moving in perfect sync and we both hardly had a moment to breathe. We were too focused and enwrapped in our kiss to remember that breathing was actually an essential part of staying alive. So, the only time our lips departed from each other was when we heard a noise coming from the dining room.
"So James, whatcha going to do for breakfast today?" A sweet childish voice was the first to be heard. It was unmistakable: that was Matthew.
"I was thinking whole-grain waffles, garnished with maple syrup and fresh fruit, served with tea or coffee with milk. Perhaps a bowl of whole-grain cereals with milk and fresh fruit, and toasts also." A very structured and planned-out reply was given to him by none other than James.
As their voices seemed to be getting closer to the kitchen door, panic began to crawl underneath my skin. They couldn't catch us doing these indecencies! And must less here! We were inches from each other, breathing heavily. A warm and cozy feeling radiated from the several spots where his lips and fingers had touched. My body was all numb; it was a familiar sensation from the energy-draining. And, my mind was hazy. 'No... Erik... don't stop...' I metally begged despite knowing it was for the best.
Erik leaned in and whispered in a breathless voice. "As much as I want to continue kissing you, and do much more with you, I don't like having an audience. So, rain check when you get back princess?"
I nodded; he didn't have to ask. He could do anything he wanted to me anytime.
Erik moved away and helped me get down from the table; I re-buttoned my shirt and put on my vest. He adjusted his own clothing, smoothing his hair back to its original place, and said, "Now, shall we greet the others with the breakfast we made?"
"Y-Yes!" I grabbed my tie and went on ahead.