Glass Skin (Discontinued.)

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With a frown, Erik peered out from underneath the towel which Fleurette had promptly placed over his head. Despite looking rather unhappy about the careless dumping of the material on his person, he was grateful. The snow which he had been previously laying in had started to melt, and from there it just sunk into his skin and caused him to shiver ever so slightly. There seemed to be a numbing cold which went with snow which he had never before gauged. Perhaps because he had rarely spent any time in it? Coming back to reality when there was pressure on the towel, he looked up from underneath it again.

"How are you meant to dry off if you just sit there, Erik? That's how people get colds you know?" Fleurette scolded childishly with mock seriousness. He just raised an eyebrow at her, and she just smiled. Stopping rubbing the towel over his hair, she pushed it down and around his shoulders. Reaching up, she simply managed to comb his hair back in its usual style. She smiled gently when his eyes slowly slid shut and he seemed to enjoy the feeling of her hands.

Stepping back and withdrawing her hands caused his eyes to slowly open and focus on her. Fleurette smiled and turned away, he wasn't the only one which needed slightly drying off. There were parts of her skin which were numb from the cold from where a snowball had hit her. And then there was the full on flailing about, that had drenched most of her skirts and tights. These now clung chilly and rather freezing to her skin; her shirt and hair where another case entirely.

Taking to rummaging about, she frowned and looked upwards. Slowly her eyes flicked over to Erik, he had taken to finding something else to occupy his time as such he didn't witness her plucking one of his shirts out and shuffling over to the dressing curtain. Tomorrow was laundry day, as such, and she was scolding herself slightly for forgetting, the majority of her clothes were upstairs with everyone else's ready and waiting to be washed. The only real clean clothes down here were clothes which belonged to Erik.

Fleurette was more than sure he wouldn't mind her borrowing a shirt for one night. Though when she looked down at herself she sighed and hung her head. Not only did it fall off her shoulders even with it being fully buttoned up, it also stopped about mid-thigh. With a roll of her eyes, she walked back out from around the curtain and threw her damp cold clothes to one side on a pile. She'd take them up tomorrow to join the possible growing pile of laundry.

With a sigh, she limply shook her head only to come out of her thoughts when there was a pair of hands on her shoulders. "Not going to ask before you borrow?" Erik whispered quietly while leaning his head against hers.

Fleurette shut her eyes and looked over her shoulder, slowly opening her eyes she smiled. "Sorry I didn't ask." She said while putting her hands on her stomach. She took to fiddling with the seam which sat just behind the buttons.

Erik merely shrugged and slowly withdrew from her. She gave a shiver not wholly realising the warmth which he provided. Turning on her heels she watched as he just returned to sit at the desk. He sat down and simply looked up to where she still stood. He wouldn't openly admit to it but the nearby candlelight illuminated the excess material which covered her form, thus leaving her rather perfectly silhouetted.

Fleurette sighed and lowering her arms from her stomach, she looked around for something to do. Hearing footsteps, she looked up only to suddenly find herself bundled up tightly in his arms with him pressing his lips against hers. She did not know what bought on this sudden affection, so she lifted her arms up and wrapped them around him. She wasn't to know that the thin material of the shirt really didn't leave much to the imagination, even more with the nearby candlelight flickering about. It was a little too much for him to deal with, and his reasoning for suddenly tightly holding her was in hope that the inner urge he had would disappear.

It didn't though, and that was because of her gently touching him. She managed to secretly ignite something which if anything caused him to act vastly different to any other time. It wasn't just her being, or her company, it was just everything she did. She would no doubt walk to the ends of the earth if it made him happy, because she loved him so deeply that she would do anything to see him content. Erik was uncertain if he successfully managed to channel the same feelings with actions. He never openly expressed his feelings for her, but it seemed Fleurette knew of them anyway.