have you no idea that youāre in deep? // erik lehnsherr
a/n: WOW I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING. first time iāve ever written for erik and itās set in first class era. big thanks to @solopadawan for always being my sounding board for ideas and my biggest inspiration to keep writing and not throw my laptop out the window and chop off both my hands. ilysm ā¤
warnings: pretty much implied smut
word count: 1074 hot damn
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It had been a long day of training. You were exhausted and sore from combat exercises, wanting nothing more than a hot shower and to crawl into your bed. You grabbed a towel and tossed your pajamas on the bed. Things still felt out of place since you had come to stay at the āacademyā. There were only six other people, not including Charles or his friend Erik, who didnāt seem like a student as much as the others did. You were still trying to adjust to life with new people. And having a minor crush on the Professorās friend certainly didnāt help.Ā
You couldnāt deny the attraction you felt to him, but you certainly could work to hide it. You never spoke to him, and made it a point to never be alone in a room with him. Thankfully it was you who read minds and were skilled enough to keep Charles from seeing those personal thoughts and feelings.Ā
You stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. A deep groan came from the pipes and water dribbled from the faucet. You sighed heavily, taking your towel down the hall to the other bathroom and finding the same effect. You resisted the urge to kick something out of frustration before trying to figure out what to do. You werenāt acquainted well enough with any of the others there to go to their room and ask to use their shower and Charles was most likely playing chess in his room with Erik. Which would mean that Erikās room was completely unoccupied. You felt a knot form in your stomach at the thought of sneaking into his room. It was a risk but you knew they typically played late and you wouldnāt be able to relax unless you got a hot shower to rinse the day off.
You hurried silently down the hall, pausing at the closed door to make sure of the stillness on the other side. Twisting the knob slowly, you pushed the door open, stepping in and listening for the gentle āclickā that let you know it was closed securely. Upon inspection, you found that the water worked perfectly. Steam began to fill the bathroom as you undressed and stepped inside, letting the warmth of the water fill your senses. You grabbed the closest bottle of shampoo and began to wash your hair, feeling yourself smile as the scent reminded you of- No. You refused to think of him in any way except platonic. You finished rinsing the soap from your hair and shut the water off. You grabbed the towel, coming to the realization that in your haste, you had forgotten clean clothes to change into. Cursing yourself, you wrapped the towel securely around your body, not wanting to undo what had been accomplished from your shower by putting your dirty clothes back on. Figuring that you still had a while before their game would end, you gathered up your clothes and left the bathroom.Ā
āWell isnāt this a surprise.ā A strong voice said.
Erik was sitting, waiting for you. How had he known? He stood up, a devious smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He took a few steps towards you, his tall frame seemed even more intimidating in your current state of undress. You felt your cheeks burn as you scrambled to explain your presence.
āI-Iām sorry. My shower wasnāt working and neither was the one down the hall. I thought you were playing chess with Charlesā¦ā You admitted.Ā
āWe finished early.ā He said, his eyes wandering to trace your body. āWhy didnāt you ask one of the others to borrow their shower?āĀ
His questions made you feel even more exposed than you were. Why had you picked his room? Surely the others would have understood, whether you were close friends with them or not. Had you secretly wanted this to happen? You tried to shake those thoughts from your mind for the time being.
āI just wanted to clean up, not have a conversation about it.ā You said shortly, hoping your attitude would put distance between you two. His steps didnāt stop. It wasnāt until he was a few inches from you that he paused, his eyes harboring a devious glint as he watched you. You hadnāt realized it, but you had matched his advancing motion with receding footfalls until you felt the wall behind you.
āYou didnāt answer my question.ā He said lowly. His voice was dark, smooth like honey, sending chills through you. āWhat are you doing here, Miss L/Nā¦ā
You started to answer, but found your voice caught in your throat at the sudden awareness of his fingertips trailing up your arm, stopping at the towel wrapped around your body. His fingers moving lightly across the edge of it.
āWhat I thinkā¦ Is that you have an interest in me... ā He said, his fingers travelling to your neck. āAnd I must sayā¦ I wish that you wouldāve just said something to me instead of making me break the shower to get you to admit itā¦āĀ
Your cheeks flushed with color.
āY-You did what?ā You asked.
āI figured it would give me my answerā¦ā He smirked. His voice dropped to a whisper as his other hand grabbed your waist, pulling your body to his. āAnd a chance to talk with you aloneā¦ā
A soft moan slipped from your lips as you felt him take control. His smirk turned into a devilish grin as he pinned you to the wall. Before you could process your current situation, you felt his lips against yours. A slow burning kiss that intensified as his hand curled around the back of your neck. You had often dreamed of such things happening, but now that it had become a reality, your head was spinning. He looked at you, a dazed look clouding your eyes. He chuckled softly, tugging your towel free and letting it drop to the floor, his hands trailing down your body and stopping at your hips, pulling you against him once more.Ā
Lust took over, your hands making quick work of his shirt before working to remove his belt, slipping your fingers in the waistband of his pants.
āLetās keep this our little secret, shall we?ā He said, his lips brushing yours teasingly, leading you back to his bed.Ā
It was a secret you were glad to keep. And would for many nights to come.
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