Erikquake

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Silence filled the room as they both basked and processed. Though words were unspoken, he knew Magda was thinking of what was happening. The last time she had questioned it, he'd dismissively said it was an earthquake, rational and logic replaced by fear. Fear, of not wanting to dare hope. But now, he knew. He could feel it. He was all too aware of it. Any coincidence or uncertainty replaced with . . . relief. Though he did not know the extent of his powers returning, he was at least willing to accept they were starting to. It was certainly a long way to where they were merely a week or so ago. Including, the last time they lay together like this. Unknowing if he would stay the night.

But right now . . . he was more than staying with her. She had brought it out in him, the joy, the pleasure, the . . . serenity. Where it was once pain that drew out his powers, now it seemed to be pleasure and happiness. For being with her in this way, was the only time he had been so unguarded having released his emotions. The aftermath of it, shocking but not undesired. Opening his eyes to look at her, the smile remained on his lips as her hands moved over his bare back. He leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth, along her jawline and cheek, his hand trailing up and down the soft skin of her thigh. He didn't want to forget this moment, nor any that would come after. "Let's go to bed," he practically breathed against her in between each kiss. Clear indication, that he was staying with her tonight, and the hint of suggestion that he wanted her again.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

The plan had been to let them calm down, and once he was able ask him about this. Something had happened here, and judging by how he never acknowledged it--she was figuring out that he knew what it was. Also, he wasn't worried about it. Which said that he might not only know, but there was more to the story then this.

Yet none of that happened. Not in this moment however, because he looked at her and smiled.

Magda's heart squeezed as he did, and he leaned down to leave kissed over her lips and skin--but all she could see was the smile. Her eyes pricked with almost tears! It had been so long since she'd see a smile, a real one, on his face!! It meant to much to her in this moment that she didn't want to ruin it! Tomorrow they could talk! Tomorrow she could ask the questions that neither of them were acknowledging right now.

Tonight, she just wanted to see him smile again, after so long. His words were soft against her skin, and she felt them more the heard them. Felt them in her heart, and deep in her belly. "I'd follow you anywhere," She told him, meaning them in so many more ways then just to bed. Withing getting up she reached for his shirt, fully meaning to wear it for the walk to the bedroom in case Nina was up. She wasn't going to dress all the way.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

He felt relieved that she wasn't questioning it right now. She would, undoubtedly, but with all they had been through in the past year . . . this was what they needed right now. Being able to reconnect in a way that had been stifled and hindered so many times before. Hearing that she would follow him anywhere . . . meant more to him than he could truly express. Though, he wanted her to know something. "Don't follow me," he breathed between each kiss, each embrace. "Walk with me." Because he knew, he was no leader. He'd not been worth following anywhere this past little while.

Acknowledging that it was her strength that kept them together. That kept their family together. She'd endured his burdens and the absence of a father in Nina's life. Words though seemingly simple, held a weight to all such recognition. And tonight, he could express that gratitude, love, appreciation . . . and everything else, in a very physical way. As he felt her reach for his shirt, his lips captured hers once more, teasing her bottom lip between his own. His own hand sought out his pants, feeling them just a couple of inches out of reach, until they suddenly filled his hand. The action just spurred him on, deepening the kiss before breaking the contact of their lips, hurriedly pulling on his pants before extending his hand to help her from the couch.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

He kissed her before standing up and pulling on his pants. Magda sat ont he couch, enjoying the words he had just recently spoken to her. Teasing him was always something she really enjoyed doing. "But the veiw is so good," She teased, watching his backside a he pulled his hands over his ass. When he looked at her, she pulled the shirt over her head and took his hand, stepping into his arms and kissing him.

Stepping back, her foot caught on the table was was closer then she thought, and her hands tightened over him to catch herself. Yes, something had really happened in this room. She was curious to see if it would happen again. A way to prove to herself this was him?

Smiling she laughed it off, and pulled on his hand to lead them toward the door. As they got there, she pressed her back to the door and pulled him into her, to kiss him once more. It had been so long since she felt this close to him! Since things didn't have this weight over them that kept them from just enjoying being around each other. She felt him different tonight, and nothing would ruin it! She'd not let anything ruin tonight!

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
Note: Better layout coming soon!

Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

She spoke of the view and he understood that, because he certainly appreciated the view she had to offer. Especially as she pulled his shirt over her. There was something very . . . sensual about the sight of her in an oversized shirt, especially his. And while it was not a rare sight, it had been for the past while. So he quite enjoyed it. But not enough to stall them from their destination. She nearly tripped from the table, his hands instinctively reaching out to catch her, though she managed to catch herself.

The awareness of the shifted table lingered in the air, and while they both perhaps knew how it happened . . . neither of them spoke it. That was a grander conversation that he didn't want to have right now. And fortunately, her actions very easily distracted them from it. As she pulled him towards the door, Erik breathed into the kiss, coaxing her mouth open with his own. His hands reached to push the door open, wanting to -- needing to -- get to their room so that they could continue on with this wonderful night. He began to step forward, prompting her to step back as he wrapped his arms around her, his hands moving over her while his lips didn't once break contact from her own. One hand slipped under the shirt, skimming over the cheeks of her ass as desire began to rebuild within him. Having had rather . . . virile nights, and being void of that for so long, had him longing to make up for the lost time.

Especially after what he'd discovered tonight. Making his way up the stairs with her, the lingering kiss continuing, his hands still wandering under her shirt, he opened his eyes once they reached the top, only to see if Nina was awake and in the hall way. When he saw no sight of her, he closed his eyes again, turning so that he pulled her into their room, closing the door behind them by pushing her body against it. Despite his attempt, the door did not close on its own but he did not let that ruin the moment. His body pressed against Magda's as her back was pressed against the door and now in the privacy of their bedroom, there was no need for any more restraint. His hands were already working on his pants to undo them, eager to continue on with this wonderful night.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

His hands were on her skin, and Magda loved it! They kissed the whole way to the bedroom, and it was so much more then they'd had in years! A kiss, a touch, the joy of just being together! She moaned as he pressed her against the door! The weight of him pressing into was something she'd missed too, and feeling it now made her ache with need for him, even though she still felt the warmth of his come inside her.

While he worked on his pants, Magda placed kissed over his collar bone, and up his neck, as she tasted his skin. Her hands moved over his chest and ribs, they moved down his sides and traveled back up his abdomen to end up wrapping around his neck a her lips found his once more. "Erik," she breathed his name before the kiss began, and his name was both encouragement and a plea for more. She wanted his hands on her, and to feel more of him.

Once he stepped out of his pants, her hand dropped down to wrap around him and stroke his length. She knew that he would be sensitive after his two orgasms down stairs but he also wanted him to feel pleasure. She wanted to drive him wild and feel his pleasure.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
Note: Better layout coming soon!

Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Feeling her lips over his body was an incredible sensation. One he hadn't even realized he'd missed to this extent . . . until she kissed him now. A reminder of a week ago, but everything about tonight felt different. Everything felt heightened. Pushing his pants down and stepping out of them, he hungrily met her lips, his hands moving to the bottom of her shirt to pull it off, breaking the contact for only a brief moment until he rectified it and eagerly closed the distance once more.

Tossing the shirt to the side, his hands roamed over her sides, taking in the familiar but highly missed form of her body. He was not even thinking of the trail of clothing, having been once meticulous about things. Such habits had died along with his spirit when he returned a year ago. But as he was regaining himself, he could only hope to be the man that she and Nina recognized. These deeper thoughts however, were not foremost in his mind. In fact, he wasn't really thinking at all. Heavily exhaling with a groan mixed in, when she wrapped her hand around his length, he pressed his lips against her cheek.

He truly could not get enough of her tonight. It was as it once was . . . the impossibility to keep their hands off of each other. The honeymoon phase of their relationship. It all came back now, and Erik planned to well satisfy the need that consumed them both. But first, he would return the favour, slipping his hand between her legs to touch her, to see how ready she was for him, to offer her a touch of pleasure as she did him. His lips moved to her ear, pressing against them as he spoke. "You feel so good." Slick with her own building desire, feeling it for the first time in far too long.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Erik pulled her shirt over her head, and Magda loved the feel of his skin on her's! The feeling of his warm chest pressing into her breast, and then his hand touching her in the vee between her legs that was still wet from before and now! His words made her belly tighten from the way his voice sounded. She loved his voice, and it made her back shiver from the feeling.

Her hand reached to his base, and moved down to cup his balls. "But not as good as I'm about to feel," she teased him, smiling up into his face, and biting her lip to hold back a moan of pleasure! Then she parted her lips and stopped holding it back. Pressing her shoulders into the door, she pushed her hips closer to his hand. Sighing from the feelings she let him go and wrapped her arms around his neck, and lifted one of her legs up around his hip, knowing he would lift her the rest of the way to push into her. "I need you inside me," to feel him there again, and to come with him! She needed to feel the strength of him between her tights.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Her sounds of pleasure were sweet music to his ear. A sound he had missed, without realizing how much. Just like all of this. The encouragement, the desire to keep hearing them fill the otherwise silent air. Her hands roamed over him and he loved the softness of her touch, the way it left a trail of warmth upon his skin that ignited him inside. As she lifted her leg, opening her up to him more, he didn't waste anymore time. Especially with her words telling him what she needed. He pulled his hand out from where it toyed with her and moved it instead to her leg that had lifted a little to wrap around him.

With one swift push, he entered her, the action causing him to let out a breathy groan of pleasure. The heat of her core, the warmth that engulfed him. The feeling of . . . completion, as their bodies were now one. Pausing for only a moment, he pushed forward again. And again. The action of pounding into her causing the door to lightly thud, this time, not due to any of his powers but their positions. He moved his hand out, palm pressed against the door next to her to keep it from making any sound. Once again, without the use of his powers but rather, just natural strength. For even in the back of his mind, thoughts of waking Nina from the thudding prompted his actions to prevent that from happening.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda moaned as he lifted her and pushed into her! And again, and again! She missed this! Oh, how she'd missed this! Not as much as she'd missed him but she had really missed this! She missed the sounds of his breathing, the smell of his body, the strength that he thrust! Pressing her head into the door she braced herself for each thrust of his! Inside her he was thick and long, reaching deep inside her! It was perfect!

One of her hands moved to the back of his head to hold on with, while the other gripped the door handle for an attempt at balance and leverage to move her hips toward him. The tight pinch between her legs began building, and tears wet her eyes as a stronger climax built. One that was bigger then it had been earlier tonight. That feeling of the coming euphoria was promising and she'd missed it. "Erik, I'm so close," she moaned out his name and whispered the rest. She wanted him to be close too, so they could try to finish together.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Everything about her felt incredible. The sensation of every part of her. How had he gone so long without her touch? Without her body? Without . . . her. He never wanted to go without her again. Hearing that she was close was a relief for he was too. And reach that height together made everything stronger. "Yes," he groaned against her skin; the only word he could get out right now to tell her that he too was close.

With one hand still against the door, his other fell to her hand that gripped the knob, engulfing her smaller hand under his as he held it. His thrusts becoming faster, harder, deeper. Breathy grunts of pleasure mixed with need to find his release escaping him before muffled by another kiss as he pressed his lips against it. He cock jerked inside of her until he gave those final few thrusts that sent him over the edge, tugging at her lip as he came deep inside of her, no other thought on his mind as the wave of euphoria washed over him. His shoulders relaxed, as did his hand on the door and the one on her hand, still not pulling out of her. Still keeping himself braced up so he could just bask in the glorious aftermath of what had now been their third time this night.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

The way his voice rumbled his word yes, made her tighten around him. His hand moved to her's and held it over the door handle. She wanted to hold his hand, but with his over her's the most she could do was lift her fingers to moved to tangle with his. With his hands off of her, her eight made her slid an half an inch down and--OH! She moaned out as he hit deeper with each powerful trust!

Her head tossed back as she looked up and gasped out a slightly loud sound of pleasure! Her body tightened and pulsed around him. Even as her body began to relaxed her muscled milked him, and spasm around his cock. Taking deep breaths, she pulled air into her body, and sighed it out. "Erik," She whispered his name, as she kept her legs tight around his hips. "Erik," trying again to talk, but she shivered from the aftermath pleasure that still tingled. Giving up she used her free hand to move to his cheek and kissed him.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

The way she said his name as they both simply stood and let the pleasure consume them . . . just added to the moment. Added to what felt like the perfection of it. That word had not crossed Erik's mind since . . . well, since before he had been taken. Anything close to it had felt like it was an impossibility. Until tonight. For he was determined to find that happiness and perfect lifestyle they once had. He kissed her back, slow, passionate, letting the emotions pour into the embrace as his hands moved, arms wrapping around her and pulling her from the door, towards the bed.

Taking those few steps towards it, he moved to sit on the edge, with her in his lap. Not having appreciated her body enough, he finally took the opportunity to take in the sight of her, lowering his head a little to kiss her upper chest, tasting her skin as his hands spanned over her back. The actions slow, enjoying taking his time in these moments after their third round. His lips moved along her collarbone, trailing a path of kisses up the front of her neck before he shifted back onto the bed, taking her with him so that he was lying on it, and her on top of him. His hands remained on her back, moving over her soft skin, down to her cheeks, and back up again.

Touching as much of her as he could, and gazing up at her from this angle. Unable to keep his hands, or lips off of her for long, he kissed her again, and again, moving them back to her ear as he once had when they were standing. "You are so beautiful." He needed her to know that, because he knew his actions in the past had failed in showing just how beautiful and desirable she truly was, and always would be. But at the risk of saying too much, he occupied his lips once more, continuing to kiss along the side of her neck where he could reach.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Magda felt him wrap his arms around her, and move them to the bed. She found herself smiling at him as he looked at her. Her fingers moving over his cheek--her husband was back! For tonight, or however long this lasted she wasn't about to do anything to ruin it! She wouldn't ask about things moving before, or what he was thinking! In this stolen moment she had her husband and that was all she cared about!

He kissed over her skin, and moved to lay back. Her knees drew up so that she rested on them, even as she was bent over to rest on him. He'd not even pulled out of her yet, and already they were slowly re-leaning each other. Magda wished this would last, but didn't want to get her hopes up. Tonight! She had him tonight! Her husband told her that she was beautiful, and she smiled brightly. Normally she would ave teased him as blind or too easy to please. Yet after so long the feelings of tonight over whelmed her with his words, and she knew a tear fell over her cheek in the joy from this moment!

"You've always made me feel beautiful," she told him, moving to take his lips once more.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

He felt the tear fall on his skin, and while he knew he'd been the cause of many of them . . . at least in his case, it wasn't towards the cause of being hurt. He could only hope, it was because of more positive emotions. Any words were silenced by her kissing him, but her words rung in his mind. He always made her feel beautiful. He wished that were the case, for he knew he hadn't done as such in recent months. In the past year. It was something he should make her feel every day, whether it was through verbal or physical ways. But tonight, he would make up for that. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but tonight . . . he wanted to make her feel beautiful.

He swiftly turned them over so that he was on top of her, his lips continuing to kiss her, taste her. Parting them only to kiss her chin, and down the front of her neck. Eager to touch her flawless body whether it be with his mouth or hands. The actions though, slowed. Taking his time to re-explore her while fully noticing that he was still inside of her. "I can't stop," he told her between each kiss. After so long of being deprived of her touch -- a fault entirely of his own -- he felt as if a floodgate had been opened and he couldn't close it. Whatever barriers had previously existed, no longer present. So his words, while meant as almost a tease, held truth.

He couldn't stop kissing her. He couldn't stop touching her. He rested his forehead against her upper chest, his own heaving from their vigorous actions, not having engaged in such . . . intensity for quite some time. But he was still trying to slow himself. Still soaking in the moment and memorizing every detail of it. Committing it to memory and hoping for many more. Despite hope being such a dangerous thing to have . . . he couldn't help but feel it. The first glimpse of it having been a week ago and now, a whole new extent of it with the realization that his powers were returning. The latter thought threatening to excite him as he tried to still himself, and just rest against her body; in her body.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

Erik rolled them over, staying tucked inside her. He told her he couldn't stop, and Magda didn't want him too. She wanted her husband, she wanted him to hold her. She wanted him to stay for more then just tonight. She wanted him at breakfast, and during the day. She wanted him to tease their daughter, and make her laugh. She wanted him to sing Nina to sleep, and she wanted him back in their bed tomorrow--these things she'd wanted, but knew wouldn't happen any time soon. Small steps, and one of them was taking in every goo moment, and holding them in her heart. While he kissed her chest, her lifted her hands to wipe her face from the tears and took a deep breath to pull herself back into the moment.

"Don't stop," she didn't want him to leave her! Emotionally as well as physically. Magda's hands slowly moved over him, touching him everywhere they could reach. They slid over his arms, and then his hips, sliding comfortingly and sexually over his ribs to his chest. After the last few rounds of intense pleasure, she wanted to just touch him and taste him and feel him. Her knees bent up to drape over his legs, so that she was still open for him. "Make it last," she whispered the request, even as another tear fell over her cheek--the emotions from two powerful orgasms and having him smiling at her was too much. Her hands moved up so both of them cupped his cheeks. Once more, and she'd let him sleep. But she wanted one more memory to hold.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

Don't stop. Make it last. It was all the verbal encouragement he needed to keep going. To know that she didn't want this to end. While the last time they had made love a week ago, he could only hope things would get better after that. This time, he knew they would. Tonight felt different. Tonight, marked the regaining of their lives to be who they once were. And he wanted to remember every moment of it. He wanted it to last, for as long as they could let it.

Kissing his way back up to align his face with hers, he looked down at her, soft longing, affection, love. Lightly kissing her lips, he broke the contact, though did not move too far. His forehead pressed against hers as he felt himself awaken, already inside of her. With a heavy exhalation of breath he thrust his hips upward in a long, drawn out motion. The edge of desperation was taking off from the last couple of rounds and this time . . . he wanted to take it slow. Just as she had said. He breathed against her, hardly an inch separating their lips, as he slowly pushed deeper into her. One hand fell to her leg, sliding under her one of her thighs, moving with each lingering push of his hips.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

And he gave her what she asked for. His trust were slow and deep. His touch was lingering where before it had been hurried. Magda closed her eyes for a moment, her hand moving up to bunch in his hair as he used her own body to make himself trust deeper. It was too much phycially, and not enough emotionally. Her toes bunches with each trust, and her breathing hitched with every push in, exhaling as he pulled out. She'd never felt him like this--not in years! Feeling so much more then his body!

Her hand loosened in his hair but didn't leave it as her other reached up to cup his face. Opening her eyes she moved her forehead to rest on his, and looked into his eyes. Holding his glaze she let him see her, as she saw him. Let him see her with her guards down, and heart open. With her hair slightly matted to her face from the sweat of the many rounds of love making. Let him see the way her eyes were still wet from tears, and that she wasn't afraid of the emotions he brought into her. She loved him and embraced them. Ever slow perfect time his filled her she let him see her, and when he pulled out she still looked into his eyes.

Staring into his eyes as they slowly made love was as close emotionally as she had felt him him in years. It was as open as she had made herself in months. She had had to protect herself a little from the hurt he could give her when he pulled away, had braced herself for it by expecting it. Now, there was nothing between them. Her heart was as open as her bosy, and she loved him. Still loved him. Broken, whole, scared, angry. She loved him. "Kocham cię, Mężu" I love, husband.

But you will be safe in my arms

[Erik Lehnsherr]

Tag: Magda Eisenhardt
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Peace

WAS NEVER AN OPTION

He forced his eyes to stay open, taking in her expression. The emotions behind it. Her moist eyes from the tears. Her unguarded expression. It mirrored his own, for he knew that in this moment . . . there were no barriers. As if the last year of their marriage had not been strained. As if, it was how it had always been between them. Openness. Honesty. Pure emotion. Wearing it freely upon his face, and letting it take control of his body with each slow movement. She had told him before that they would get through this, and he had so desperately wanted to believe her. He should have believed her. Because right now, he felt it. That no matter how strongly circumstance tried to pull them apart, they would always find their way back to each other.

His hand still remained on her leg, moving over it in a gentle caress. His eyes heavily lidded as he just gazed deeply into her own eyes. His breathing growing heavier, quiet breathy groans of pleasure and building need. Feeling her breath against him, as if she was breathing life back into him. Warming his entire being. He had not even noticed that in the midst of this, that the metal around them was not shaking or clattering. It was not making loud noises or abruptly moving. Instead, the smaller items were rising in the air. As if to mirror the peace . . . the serenity he felt in this moment. Somehow he could feel it around him, that connection that he with metal. The way he could sense it. But . . . it was all secondary. For right now, he was completely consumed with her and only her. Enough to not even glance around the room, not wanting to break the eye contact for even a moment.

Her words were enough to finish him off, his thrusts ever so slightly quickening in the final moments before spilling himself deep inside of her, met with a quiet sound of pleasure in the completion of his euphoric peak. The moment he reached it, his shoulders relaxed over her, taking in her face as she orgasmed for the third time tonight. Finishing the moment by pressing his lips against hers in a gentle, but deep kiss. Hardly aware of how each item that rose in the air, gently landed back in its place. Ending the kiss but keeping his lips on hers, he spoke against them. "I love you." Words he had not said in a long time. Too long.

[Magda Eisenhardt]

Clouds will race in, storms will rage on

His face as he grew close was so open to her that he made her heart ache all ver again. She wanted this to last! She wanted to feel this close to him all the time! His orgasm brought her own, as the feel of him coming inside her tilted her over the edge. Through the whole thing she watched him, and let him watch her. Sated and exhausted, she felt Erik kiss her, and finally her eyes closed as she let her self fell the kiss. And he had always been a good kisser. Her breathing was labored as she gasped in air after the kiss.

"That was beautiful," she whispered emotionally, her voice full of everything she felt from love to longing to tired. Erik was beautiful! She knew that he was struggling with having such a defining trait taken from him, but he was still trying. Tonight proved that! Tonight meant so much to her that even if tomorrow was hard she knew she'd be able to handle it! She'd be able to hold tonight to her, and keep being there for him. He needed reminders of love, and she could give him that.

She wasn't going to ask him to stay, Magda just assumed he would. She needed him to hold. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him to her. Pulling back Magda smiled up at her husband, a smile that was so happy and emotional.

But you will be safe in my arms