Erikquake

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Magda accepted his hand and just stood in front of him as he gaze remained downcast. He wondered when it would truly stop hurting. When he would stop feeling like a prisoner in his own mind. Today had been such a good day and he wanted to hold onto that. He wanted to savour it. To make him feel like . . . there could be more days like this.

That, there was indeed hope that he could be what he once was to his family -- if that was even possible considering he was no longer a mutant. He slowly moved back on the bed, leaving the spot for her that she was standing closet too as indication for her to lie down next to him. He had no intention of leaving tonight, not when they had finally been able to be together in a way that they hadn't for over a year. He wanted his thoughts to remain on that. But optimism wasn't exactly one of his strongest suits.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

He laid back in bed and Magda realized he intended to hold her. Her heart swelled a little, and she lifted a knee to climb in, but ended up leaning over him and touching his cheek with her hand. "I love you, Erik," she whispered, leaning down to kiss his lips softly. "And as long as you love me, it's enough." For now, she'd ask more of him one day. but it would take steps. As long as he wasn't lashing out at Nina, they could do this. She could take it, but not Nina.

Pulling back she shifted so that she could lay down beside him. She rested her head on the pillow so she was close to him, but didn't reach to hold him first. Magda was the type to touch, but she'd learned that not every night did he feel as if he could be touched. His self worth was gone, and no matter how she told him that she loved the man, she knew it would be a while before he could accept her love.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Magda moved towards him, settling onto the bed, telling him she loved him. He closed his eyes when she lightly kissed him, belatedly opening them and taking in her words. He knew it wasn't enough. Love was just a word, but one had to show it . . . and he was not showing it. The fact that she still knew that he loved her though, meant a great deal to him. More than he could ever describe. She knew him better than anyone, even when he may not know himself . . . like right now.

"I do," he said quietly, a breath of sincerity. He did love her, and hoped that one day, he could continue to prove it to her. Tonight, he had been able to somewhat do that, but it took more than the physical intimacy. How she remained so patient was beyond him. When she lay beside him, he reached out his arm to wrap around her, holding her close to him. How odd. That this had been something they used to do every single night before and yet now . . . it had been at least a year since they had. It just showed how much he had taken for granted. How far society could cause two people to be apart.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda felt his arm around her, and she melted into his side, no longer holding back from touching him. If he was going to allow it, she wanted to touch him, and hold him, and feeling him sleeping by her side. The good time might be rare, but she embraced them and kept them tucked inside her heart for a rainy day. Her body rested against his, and she buried her face in the side of his chest, while her hand snaked up under his shirt to rest on his skin. She wanted to feel him. Her knee lifted slightly so even one of her legs tangled with his.

She begged him in her mind not to pull away, but was willing to risk it if it meant she might get to hold him. I do he said. She softly smiled against his skin, as she exhaled a sigh that whispered against his skin. A contented, not quite happy, but good sound. "I never doubted you didn't," she whispered as she relaxed and began to drift there with him. This defiantly was a good day. Right as she began to fall sleep she decided to sleepy tease him. "By the way, you're still really good in bed." She said, smiling easier against his skin.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Feeling her all over, her body against his, her hand under his shirt, her leg around his . . . it was incredibly warm. Incredibly comforting. A comfort he had denied himself for so many months, ever since his return. But one that he now basked in, considering the events of tonight. His hand was still around her, wishing he could give this to her every night. Wondering what tomorrow would bring and whether he would be able to do this again with her. Even if it was just lay her in each others arms. To hear that she never doubted him . . . he felt relieved. Perhaps he didn't deserve to, but he did.

That despite everything he had said and done, she still knew how much he loved her. He wouldn't have stayed here otherwise. So many times he'd recognized how much better Nina and Magda's life would be without the burden of his pain. Thinking that perhaps, it was best he was not here. But whether it was selfishness, or the need for a wife to be with her husband and a daughter with her father . . . whatever the reason, he stayed. He was not ready to let go of his family and with her standing by him this entire time . . . he felt that she wasn't ready to let him go either. A flicker of a smile formed on his lips in amusement at her words. And yet, there was that same relief that she had enjoyed it too. That he wasn't the only one who derived pleasure from it. He turned his head a little to rest his lips on the side of her head, allowing himself to feel any semblance of peace and serenity in this moment . . . just as he had been experiencing throughout the day.

Sleep often eluded him. Sometimes he drifted in and out, other times he remained awake completely. Tonight, was a drifting night. He'd occasionally wake up, watching his wife sleep, not daring to move positions. Other times, his eyes would stay closed for a prolonged period, perhaps longer than usual tonight. But shortly before the sun came up, Erik felt as if he was fully awake . . . yet didn't move. Not right away. He just watched her for a few moments, wanting to be here when she woke up yet as always, felt compelled to get up. The conflict on what he wanted versus what he could not control an ongoing internal battle. He moved one arm from around her, pulling the blanket up a little more over her upper body so that she would not feel cold or the lack of warmth.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda slept well, tucked into his side. She was in her happy place, and she was warm. She dreamed happy dreams that Erik had never been taken, and the family had another baby and all was well. She felt him stir, and it caused her to blink her eyes opened as he tugged the blanket over her. Her hands reached out to take his. "It's still dark, stay with me a few more minutes." She asked, her fingers moving his his.

She knew he might not, but she hoped today would at least bring another good day. That he wouldn't retreat back into himself because he couldn't hold on to the light. Magda didn't want to push him too hard, too fast. Last night had been such a hopeful night! He'd taken her in their bed, and they'd connected--even if the odd things happening afterward gave it a odd ending. Still laying there she realized then that they hadn't used protection. Keeping any signs of warning from her face, Magda knew that it was a risk.

He had asked for no more children, and this might lead to another. She'd deal with things as she came to them. Right now she wanted her husband to hold her. "Or at least kiss me good morning," she whispered, trying to make it a tease and let him know it was alright to leave if he needed it. It would hurt, yes, but it would be alright. One kiss.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

She asked him to stay and, he knew there was a time where he would never be able to deny any request from Magda. But now, even the simplest things seemed so difficult. And it was never because he didn't not want to do them. He felt so limited in his physical capabilities that nothing seemed simple anymore. Whether it was moving a coin at the wave of his hand, or being able to affectionately kiss his wife in the morning.

Though, with the night they shared, fortunately, part of that aftermath still remained. He leaned forward a little, lightly kissing her lips. When he pulled away, he still remained close to her. "Did you sleep well?" He asked, having missed these morning conversations, and wanting to take advantage of them while they were able to. Simple things. Small things. And yet, he had taken them for granted all those years . . . and now, it was those moments that were oh so rare.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda watched her husband lean forward to kiss her, but not crawl into bed. "I did," she said with a happy smile. She knew he wouldn't stay, she could see him pulling away again--but last night gave her hope that something was changing. Maybe not all at once, but little by little something was changing. He held her. They's made love, and afterwards had a confusing and chaotic moment--and afterwards he still held her. It was such a big step, and she was happy for it. "Since it was with you."

Letting him go, Magda stayed in bed for a bit, and tried not to let the darker thoughts ruin this. It was a big step, and she would hold on to it. Let it be what festered, rather then the despair. Magda got up and began the day. She tried not to expect a lot from him that day or that night. She knew that it would have to be slowly steps. Over the next few days, she noticed that Erik was in a medium stage. He didn't pull away from everyone, but he wasn't overly engaged either.

It was a few days later that Magda and Nina had harvested the garden and brought in the new veggies. Once they had they chopped them up and served one of the family's favorite meals: Potato soup. Erik joined them, and for Magda, it felt like her family was coming back to her! After they ate, Magda did some sewing while Nina curled up against her father's side and read a book in Polish aloud. It wasn't long before the words became slowed, and eventually stopped all together.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

The next few days had been . . . better. Erik tried to focus on that. Pushing himself to eat a meal, spending more time with his family without appearing distant. He wanted things to go in this direction, and that night they had been together, was only proof of that if he tried. If he made that needed effort to embrace the life they had now. He didn't think too much on the strange earthquake occurrence, but rather, just focused on everything day by day. Perhaps even moment by moment. To keep his foot moving forward, and not constantly lamenting.

There would be times where he needed to withdraw, but overall, he felt the days had been at least better than what they were. To the point where he and Nina were on the couch as she read to him. Precious moments like these were what he needed to focus on. Living in the present, with his family. Remembering those he loved, and who loved him. When she drifted to sleep, Erik slowly set the book down, and carefully picked her up, carrying her to her bed, tucking her in.

He watched her for a few moments, ensuring she was sleeping before he quietly walked out of the room and back into the living room. He moved to pick up the book, and set it on the table before fixing the pillows a little. "She's fast asleep," he told Magda, letting her know that Nina had not woken up and was in a peaceful, deep sleep. They had a busy day today after all, and it had caught up with her. Which, was good. He was glad that Nina and Magda went out and about for Nina always enjoyed sharing stories of their adventures, where Erik was still not able to be a part of it.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda loved watching Erik carry their daughter to bed, and it warmed her heart at these little things that were finally coming back to him. She knew this year had been hard on him but slowly they were starting to come out. She put away the sewing while he was gone, and was folding a blanket when he came back in. She smiled brightly at her husband when he talked about their daughter. Putting the blanket to the side she turned to look at Erik, as he sat down on the couch once more. She knew it wasn't good to push him too hard, but she wanted to keep this close feeling going. Walking over to him she stood between his knees.

"She had an exciting day," Magda added on, knowing it wasn't surprising that their daughter was sleeping already. "And she loved being able to tell you all about. And to spend time with us here." Lifting her leg she put her knee on the couch beside his leg, and put her hand on his shoulder, to give her balance to lift her other leg and put it on the other side of his hips. Sitting back so she was perched on his knees, Magda kept smiling at him. "Are you going to carry me to bed too?" She teased, knowing this might be pushing him too fast, but she thought it worth the risk. The chance to hold him. Leaning forward, Magda kissed him slowly making sure he knew exactly what she meant by her tease. To bed. Together. . . . . Naked.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

He slightly smiled at Magda told him that Nina had an exciting day . . . and that she loved sharing it with him. Truth was, Erik loved hearing it, even if he did not express as such. Not with as much ease as he used to be able to. He would have perhaps commented on it but instead, his eyes locked onto Magda as he watched her side on his lap, astride him, her hands on his shoulder. Any answer to her teasing question silenced by the way her lips touched his. He obviously knew exactly what she meant. And well, he wanted to. He wanted her.

They had not tried since the night they made love, a matter of days ago -- compared to the year where they had been unable to. With the direction they were going in, Erik was willing to try. He wanted to. He closed his eyes, his hands not yet touching her. As much as he wanted her, he also wanted to make sure he wouldn't disappoint her. She was always so desirable and he hated that the times they had tried before, may not have reflected his own need for her. He didn't want to fail as a husband again. He eased out of the kiss, lowering his head a little as he slowed his mind from overthinking everything. He was a man who often acted on emotion. He wanted this to be no exception.

Tilting his head he looked at her again, his gaze falling briefly to her lips before meeting her eyes once more. Swallowing he leaned forward, lips touching hers but he spoke before doing anything else. "Yes." And with that, pressed his lips against hers in a more heated kiss. His hand went to her back, sliding down to her legs where he moved them to wrap around his waist so that when he stood up, she was able to wrap them around him with ease. He would not squander this moment and what it could lead to. His answer to her question, almost made in teasing for his actions showed that no verbal response was needed. He wanted to take her to bed.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda felt him pull away, and she gave him the time he needed to be ready. She knew that this might not work out but she was ready for that if it came to it. After a moment to think about, Erik look up at her and said one word! It made her lips instantly split into a happy smile before he kissed it away with a deep and passionate kiss! Her hips moved closer to his, to press against him while they kissed. The feeling of his hand on her thigh made Magda feel a good anticipation in her belly! She knew he would be taking her to bed, but first . . .

She put her hands on the back of the couch to stop him from standing up, and to keep them both seated. Once Magda knew he wasn't going to stand she broke the kiss and smiled down at him. "Don't go anywhere." After her whispered playful command she pushed to stand up and walked over to lock the door. Walking back to him she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the ground. Leaning over him she kissed him slowly, reaching for his shirt to pull off over his head. Once they were both shirtless, Magda leaned over her husband and kissed his lips, letting her lips trail over his jaw and down his neck. Her teeth scraped his skin as she found his collar bone, before her lips and tongue tasted his skin once more. Down his chest she went, pausing at his nipple to use her teeth once more, and using her tongue to sooth it. Her hand moved down his skin toward his pants.

"You can take me to bed in a minute." She told him, wanting to do this first. It had been a long time, and she wanted to help remind him of all the good he still had. With her words, her hands moved to undo his pants as she yanked them open. Eagerly pulling his jeans down with his underwear.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
Note: MY 900th POST!!!!

Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Erik felt the immediate deprivation of her lips as she got up and went to lock the door. He tried not to dwell on the fact that he should be able to do that. That he would have been able to do that with a single motion. That she would not have had to get up and do it herself, and they could continue to enjoy each other without the necessary interruption. But, he refused to let it ruin the moment. His eyes remained on his wife as she lifted her shirt, pulling it off and allowing his gaze to linger over her perfect form.

He sat up a bit more, in preparation for . . . whatever she had planned. Because clearly, she did have something planned. He closed his eyes when she kissed him, raising his arms to facilitate the removal of his own shirt as it was set to the side. Immediately kissing her again, he deepened the embrace, though her lips began to move along his skin, lightly scraping over it as he felt the warmth of her tongue soothe over his chest. He closed his eyes, chest heaving with desire. He opened his eyes once more, looking at her through heavy lids as she hastily undid his pants and pulled them down, prompting him to slightly raise himself so that the action could be completed.

She told him that he could take her to bed in a minute, and with the door locked now, he wasn't sure he could wait that long. When desire consumed him, he longed to take advantage of the moment, afraid of how fleeting it could be . . . based on past attempts. Though right now, he was in no shortage of need. The ache coursing through him and taking on a very, physical sign of his desire for her. "Only a minute?" He asked as an almost tease, implying that he was fine with doing whatever they could here. All he knew was that he needed her and he wasn't about to risk prolonging it due to space constraints. The couch was a perfectly suitable place for them. Right now, he felt as if anywhere would be.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda looked up at him, smiling as she asked about it only being one minute before he could take her to bed. "Maybe," she teased, letting her lips kiss his belly, and moving to his now bare hips. His pants, and underwear were pulled off and dropped to the side. Kissing a line from his belly to his cock she licked the base of him. "Depends on if I can make you come before then." With that she wrapped her fingers around him, and pulled him into her mouth.

It had been so long since they were together, other then the night a few nights ago. Magda loved teasing him back then, and wanted to make him remember the good times. It was why she was teasing him now. For them, even their bed hadn't been a serious place. They'd played and laughed, and loved. She wanted him to remember back then.

Taking him in her mouth, Magda sucked him into her mouth and bobbed her head lower over him, before drawing back slowly. Her tongue licked him, tasting the salty skin, and enjoying the feel of his hardness covered with soft skin. Moaning softly, so he could feel it through her lips, Magda used her hand to stroke what wasn't in her mouth. Her other hand moved over his thigh, and up to rest on his belly.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Erik's head pressed back against the head of the couch when she took him into her mouth. His hands fell limply to his sides as the sensation of her touch consumed him. Her skilled mouth pleasured him and all he could do was selfishly sit here, and bask in it. His hand slowly and carefully went to the back of her head, just barley touching her. Opening his eyes he looked down at her, his breath hitching as a groan of pleasure escaped him; her own sounds causing a vibration that only added to the building desire.

"Magda," he breathed, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, lips parted from the intensity of what she was making him feel. They had only made love a few days ago after 3 years and he felt everything was more sensitive; everything was building more quickly than ever before. The only thing that prompted him to open his eyes, was a noise. It was not the sound of her lips sucking him nor of his heavy breathing. It was an unfamiliar sound and when he turned his head to the side, he saw what it was.

The sewing table was shaking. The metal bottoms were rattling and this . . . was all too familiar. Erik couldn't help but stare at it, swallowing hard as he became conflicted on what to focus on. One thing was clearly defeating the other, but he could not stop looking at the table. His fingers tangled in her hair as he jerked his hips, knowing he was close. He glanced down at her, and back at the table, only then noticing that the picture frames they had around the room were also starting to shake, along with other items that ironically . . . contained one common material.

His eyes narrowed onto them, as he felt his cock swell, staring, fixed on what was happening around them while his senses were also consumed with what she was making him feel. Watching through heavy lids, he couldn't stop what was happening. Not with his body, nor around the room. He groaned again, strained breaths growing faster and faster and . . . he let out a final breathy sound of pleasure when he came but in that exact moment, the coffee table slid towards them. Towards her. When he stared at it, instinctively holding out his hand . . . it stopped. Just like that, it abruptly halted. An object that seemed to have a mind of its own. And all Erik could do was freeze, letting the wave of euphoria wash over him while his mind trying to pull back into rationalizing what had just happened.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda was engrossed in pleasing her husband. She hear some of the sounds behind her, but they were faint at first, and she was focused. On her husband, on the sounds he made, the scent of his arousal, and the feel of his hand in her hair. The feeling of his hips moving to meet her lips as he was growing close and unable to hold back. The way his seed burst warmly into her mouth! It left her wet, and aching for him--a feeling that faded almost instantly when she hear something moving closer, and she turned to see the table coming toward her!

Before she could even move back in surprise it stopped! Turning her head she saw Erik's hand out. Moving back slightly Magda looked at the table, then his hand. "Erik?" His name was whispered, as she struggled to understand what was happening. She was afraid to even think the words, knowing if she did it would be a wild fire in her brain. Yet, something had just happened. He'd just done something. Hadn't he?

Her hand moved to slowly take his out reached one, and she pulled it to her bare chest, putting his palm over her heart that was beating too hard as she noticed the whole room looked as if everything on the tops of the mantle looked slightly moved. Her gaze returned to his, and she waited to see what he was thinking. Had . . . . had this been . . . . him? No! His powers were gone! This was . . . . this was something else!

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Everything was still. Too still. The two of them trying to process what this meant. The last time they had made love, Erik did not even dare consider that what happened was a result of his powers returning. The lamp had been a bizarre occurrence. But still not something he'd considered he had done. Until now. It was the only logical explanation. And yet, he was terrified of being wrong.

What if this was the extent of his abilities? Yet, he had made everything in the room shake. The feeling was all too familiar. Only this time, it was not pain that had prompted it. It was, pleasure. The height of pleasure. Erik looked at his wife, his hand having been guided to her chest which held her heart beating so rapidly. She was just as confused as he was; just as afraid to accept his because . . . he knew their marriage may not last a second wind of disappointment in losing his powers. He needed to be certain. And, perhaps there was only one way to do that instead of letting this linger for the rest of the night, or another day or so.

He moved his arm around her and pulled her towards him onto his lap, looking at her intently. Granted, he would have done this either way . . . but there was an added, urgency. Fervency. He kissed her deeply, the taste of himself still upon her lips. He swiftly moved them so that she was on her back on the couch, his body over hers as it was now his turn to pull down her pants and underwear, tossing it to the side. He felt as if he had a renewed passion, a renewed hope as he hungrily kissed her, his hand already falling between them to guide his cock to her entrance. He just had to be sure.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda was confused. She wasn't sure what was going on. Erik didn't seem very sure either if she was reading his face right--though it was hard to tell right now since this last year she'd felt disconnected with him. It made him harder to read and harder to know. His eyes fell to her's and she tried to smile at him, and be there for him. And then he kissed her.

Not just kissed her, but pulled her into him and kissed her. The kiss was passionately kissing her! She wasn't sure what he was thinking, but his kiss and his touch was so welcome after so long! She'd just been thinking how she felt disconnected from his, and having him take control like this made her feel wanted! Erik moved her to her back, and removed her pants. Magda gave a mew of pleasure as he moved into her! Her head arched back as she adjusted to his size once again after so long. Her hands moved to his back, as her knees lifted to help open her to him. Holding him to her, Magda inhaled his scent! Yes! This was what she missed!

She missed the feel of him move between her legs, and the building anticipation of her husband bringing her to pleasure! For the moment the table and the chaos was forgotten, as she feel into the now! Into the feel of his cock making sharp waves of pleasure with each thrust! "Erik," she moaned his name, knowing that after being without him for so long, she wouldn't take long!

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
Note: Better layout coming soon!

Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

The renewed zeal had him moving with deep thrusts inside of her. Gone was the hesitation. The uncertainty. And left only, was the passion; the relief of finally being able to express through actions the love he held for his wife. The relief of finally being adequate to fulfil the role of a husband. After so many months of failing . . . finally, he felt as if he had returned. One simple inexplicable action, gave his entire being meaning again. With the path he had been on, he'd supposed he could have found that with his family . . . but being so, elated right now . . . he didn't want to squander even a second of it. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily against her skin as his hips thrust forward, building speed and momentum.

He could feel it around him, without having to see it. The same clattering of metal. The ever so slight shaking of the couch from the bottom part of the legs. Kissing along her face his lips reached hers once more, pressing into them in a burst of passion as it only took a few more thrusts until he came within her, meeting her own climax which had the frames fall to the ground or on the table, the coffee table slide to the side, the same objects that contained metal which had shook before, now doing so again.

It wasn't a fluke. It wasn't coincidence. It wasn't an earthquake. His lips curved into a smile as his chest heaved, working to catch his breath. A feeling of exhilaration he had not felt in a while. The closest he had felt it . . . was when he'd last made love to her. He wasn't even sure what to say in this moment. He just basked in the aftermath of that peak of euphoria . . . heightened in the realization that what was once lost, had been regained. Not just his powers, but himself.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

The way he moved, and took over was intense, and left Magda with little ability to think! It was more then they'd had for so long, and not he was moving in her and kissing her skin! His touch, his taste skill on he lips, the feeling of his cock stretching her as he hit that overly sensitive spot deep inside her! Magda's body tightened around him as she grew close! There were sounded in the room, but she couldn't think on them right now! She could only think about the way he made her feel! Her hands moved over his back, and she held on as the waves of pleasure broke open and the orgasm took over. She knew that Erik had not wanted more children--He'd told her so in very clear words, but in this moment, once again she couldn't think about it, and could only feel! Feel him!

As her breathing Finally began to slow, and the world began to return to her, Magda's hands once again began to roam over the skin of his back. Her breathing was still labored as her head turned and took notice of the room. Took notice and recalled the sounds she had heard. Something was happening in her house and she didn't know how to explain it. Her hands stilled over his skin, as she tried to think about what this was. After three times, she was picking up on the pattern. Either there was a ghost (one that only came out to watch) or there was something else happening here.

Her legs slipped from around his hips, but she didn't move to pull away. Instead she held him and waited for his to recover--because they needed to address this. Was this a side effect of the drugs they gave him? Was this even him? Was this Nina? Was this someone else?

But you will be safe in my arms