#c. eric

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𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 ( @ericbouvier ) 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎

⌯⌲ 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚢 : ooi, eric! tudo bem? ⌯⌲ 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚢 : espero não estar atrapalhando, mas... ⌯⌲ 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚢 : adivinha onde eu estou agora ⌯⌲ 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚢 : 😏

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"Oh, wow. You look--so wonderful."

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@vyrulent cont from here

One day, Eric would take his fiancée on his ship--maybe even before she became his wife. But today, he didn't have time to get there, and after teasing her in between every appointment and piece of paperwork he had, scooped her up at the end of his day and carried her to the nearest parlor. Without letting her go, he pressed the door closed with his foot and must have pushed a chair up against the door. By mistake, of course. How clumsy of Eric to have prevented that door from opening while he was busy laying Ariel on the sofa and hiking up her skirts.

Did Eric have ample room for himself on this couch? Not particularly. Did Eric think about that while he hurried off with his belt and cummerbund, braced with one knee on the cushion and the other foot on the floor? Also no. But it was all worth it to see the delight on her face the moment he pushed inside her, with a day's worth of teasing coming to a head as he groaned softly, breathless with his need now.

Reaching beneath her skirts, Eric's fingers soon found that lovely peak between Ariel's legs where she so loved to be touched. He pressed his thumb there, rubbing gently at first, timing with the deep, steady roll of his hips.

"Good girl," Eric teased, testing a new term of affection, and waiting to see her expression in response.

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🛁 for Eric

Send 🛁 for a bath thread - accepting

Baths were meant for relaxation after expending his energy, which Eric hadn't been able to do for weeks. He had to take respite instead from all the time spent in bed and wheeling, then limping, then painfully walking. He'd had his sutures out and still sported an angry bruise, but at least could begin to maneuver. Instead of physical exertion, Eric poured his energy into doting on his wife again.

He pressed a kiss to Elsa's cheek, and then ran a damp hand over the slope of her neck down to one shoulder, sinking a gentle weight into the muscle there with the pad of his thumb.

"How're you feeling?"

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@vyrulent cont.

He'd joined Ariel in her room this time, and had slept like the dead, snuggled skin to skin with the woman who would soon be his wife. In his half-sleep he pulled her closer and nuzzled into her hair.

Eric smiled, his eyes still closed, enjoying the smell just as much as Ariel. In his own tower, the aromas from the kitchen hardly ever reached so far, and for a few moments he could spend time enjoying…

…if he didn't realize with a start that he wasn't in his room.

This hadn't been the first time - far from it. After a short pause when Ariel found out the bleeding between her legs wasn't from him, she found herself in his room and he in hers, but there had always been the problem of what to do in the morning.

His eyes shot open, but he couldn't bring himself to do much about it now. They had a few minutes, didn't they? He traced his fingers down her spine, and her bare hip, and couldn't possibly leave her now.

"We'll need breakfast in bed as soon as we're married."

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“How many fingers am I holding up?“

"Trick question," Eric grinned dizzily, the laudanum hitting his empty stomach harder than he hit the deck. "None, just pretty eyes..."

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comb

Eric leaned back into her touch, sighing, "Our salamander child hasn't singed it yet. Max, though--he's very pouty."

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@wintersovereign (cont.)

"Oh--I'll be fine," Eric mumbled, prone, with his face full of ice...or deck. He wasn't sure. One side ached too much to move for a moment, but he tried anyway, wincing and staggering...first rising to his knees, and then, shakily, his feet, his stance lilting precariously to one side.

By now, he thought a crowd of sailors might be gathering, but he could have imagined it.

"Well, I-I don't usually--" the world started to tilt again.