|‘He is sensible and so incredible. All my single friends will be jealous.’|
Christine's eyes gingerly fluttered open. She looked around, momentarily forgetting where she was. She stopped her worrying the minute she laid eyes on her beloved finacée. She smiled while tracing his amazingly toned torso, lost in thought.
"Like what you see, mom amour?" Erik said groggily, breaking Christine's thoughts.
Christine quickly withdrew her hand and blushed profusely. "Uh... Sorry."
Erik chuckled and stretched his arms. "What are doing today Angel?" Christine asked.
"Well, I was going to move in with my friend today. So, I guess that's what we'll do." Erik said getting up. Christine grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her nude body.
But she remembered she didn't have any clothes, "Um... Erik? I don't... Have any clothes."
Erik turned around and smiled, "Nonsense. There's a closed down the hall with some clothes."
Christine arched an eyebrow but walked to the closet. She grabbed a pink floral dress, slip and corset. She went back to the master bedroom and into the washroom to change. But struggling with her corset, Christine blushed, "Erik! I need your help."
Within seconds Erik was in the washroom ready to help. His soft fingers brush against her back, making her shiver. Christine closed her eyes as he finished. He brushed his lips across her neck. Christine turned her head to meet his eyes. The stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an eternity until they had a loving lip lock. Christine pulled away, "We are going to be late." She chuckled, "And I just got dressed."
Erik sighed, "Okay."
~E/C~
Christine's POV
The carriage Erik was driving stopped and I set the book I was previously reading down. The door opened as I put my hat on. Erik stood there with his hand outstretched. I took it, gracefully stepping down from the carriage.
She gasped at the sight before her. It was a castle! "Is your friend.." Christine started. "Is your friend royalty?"
Erik chuckled at my reaction, "He is as of late."
Erik grabbed our bags and lead me inside.
Inside was just as beautiful as it was outside. The paintings in the walls and ceilings were full detail, emotion, and colors. Christine couldn't even picture painting that many beautiful portraits as well as he. "Do you like them?"
I looked at my fiancé, "Oh, yes!"
"I painted them." Erik said looking over them.
My mouth fell agape. "You? Painted all of this?"
"Why are you so surprised. Did you forget you married a genius?"
Christine smiled and pecked his lips, "Not for a moment."
"Erik!" Someone called breaking our intense gaze. "And you must be Christine."
I blushed. And curtsied. Incas standing in front of the king of France, Nadir Khan. "I am."
He grabbed my hand and kisses my knuckles. "Erik has told me much about you. It is a pleasure to meet you."
I looked over at Erik who was just smiling proudly.
