What does it feel like?"
Christine looked up from the clothes she was cleaning to look across at Meg, who was sitting doing some clothes as well. She and Erik had been there for a total of seven days and Christine had found that Meg was quite the curious young woman. She never ceased to have something to say and while Christine found it quite charming Erik found it beyond annoying. Although he would never say anything of the sort. This woman and her mother were the only reason they were safe at the moment and he was grateful beyond belief for that.
"What does what feel like?" Christine wondered, unable to help the smile that came to her lips. She could only imagine what Meg wanted to know now, she had asked everything imaginable and Christine had answered to the best of her ability each time.
"Making love."
Christine looked at the pretty blonde in startled amazement, unable to believe she had just been asked that! That was not proper talk for any lady but she knew that Meg did not have a sense of propriety. She did not answer immediately, trying to figure out how she could answer the question without giving away too much. Had she once not asked Susannah about such a thing? It was perfectly logical for a young woman Meg's age to want to know such a thing. But Christine knew that she would never be able to explain what it felt like to be that close to someone they loved, it truly was indescribable.
"Do not answer that, my love."
Both women turned to look in surprise at the sound of Erik's voice. They had not heard him come in. Christine glanced at Meg, who was suddenly blushing profusely and looking down at the floor. Christine contained her small giggle at the sight and brought her gaze back to her husband, once more noticing the rigid way he held himself. Something was wrong, something had been wrong for the past few days. He did not sleep well at night and he always seemed to be immersed in his own thoughts. Sometimes in the night she would wake up to find Erik not in bed with her. She would go downstairs to find him whispering softly to Nadir in the darkness of the late night. He did not know that she knew he left the bed, she always pretended to be asleep when he got back. She had tried listening to the conversation but their voices had been to low and she had been unable to recognize anything that was said. Christine did not know if she wanted to know what they were talking about.
"Curiosity, mademoiselle, is a trait that could get one killed," Erik said to Meg, who blushed a deeper shade of crimson. Christine shook her head at him.
"Do not say that! We were having a private conversation that you interrupted!" Christine said, her eyes twinkling. Meg looked at Christine in horror, not believing that she would speak to her husband that way. But of course Meg had noticed that Christine and Erik were not the most common couple and it was something she liked. However at the moment she was completely embarrassed and wanted to get out of the room as quickly as possible. She stood up, brushing her skirts off and not meeting anyone in the eye.
"That is quite alright, monsieur, I needed to go and help my mother with something!"
Erik watched in amusement as Meg darted out of the room as if a rabid wolf was at her tail. He chuckled and shook his head while his wife stood up and shook her head, wiping her hands on her skirts. He really was impossible, and it was something she loved about him. Christine smiled when he came to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands cupping her rear provocatively.
"Monsieur! How could you be so bold!" Christine teased, resting her hands on his chest. He grinned and kissed the top of her bosom.
"You, mademoiselle, are far too tempting, I cannot help but be bold," he playfully murmured. Christine's eyes fluttered shut as his mouth explored her neck and chest, taking great liberties.
"What would you say?" he asked, pulling her against his already straining arousal. She made him needy and hungry just by being in the same room with her for a few moments.
"Say to what?" she asked. He was making it hard to concentrate with his mouth running all over her skin.
"How does it feel to make love?" he asked. Christine smiled when he kissed her passionately. She moaned softly against his mouth when he pushed his need against her, trying to relieve some of the pressure built beneath his waist.
"I would say..." she began, running her hand down his chest.
"That it is..." Her hand was at his stomach.
"The most incredible feeling..." Her hand grazed the bulge in his trousers.
"Imaginable..."
Erik groaned when her hand squeezed his need, nearly sending his knees buckling. Christine kept her hand there when he pulled her to the floor, kissing all of the skin he could reach. She smiled against his mouth. She really loved this man.