Eric and Anya

Anya woke up suddenly alert. When had she fallen asleep? She looked around the room for fagin, clutching the knife in her hand, in case he tried anything. Though instead of Fagin, she found Eric! He was asleep in the bed she wanted to run over and hug him, but she didn't want to wake him up.

When that Eric woke up, he had the impression to have been absent. During very long-lasting one. Not to have slept for a very long time, no. To have been absent. Somewhere else. Beside himself even. Good, Eric, good, you become worse and worse....
Slowly, he recovered. Took the head between the hands. Closed eyes. Sighed for a long time.
-Eric?
He opened eyes at once. Because it was her voice. The voice which he would never have to stop hearing. This voice which he wanted heard all the intonations. This voice which was given to him to knew.
-Anya.



[Guess what? I'm back ;D]

{YAY!! XD Sorry I was at work but I'm back now!}

"Eric!" Anya smiled, ran over and hugged him. "I've missed you!" She was so glad to see him.

Eric squeezed her against him, inhaling her smell while his nose dived into her hair. He squeezed her as if he had so been able to stop all the horrors of the world. He didn't known how if he was happy or not, so much what he felt was intense.
-Anya, he murmured

She burried her face in his neck. "I'm glad I'm with you again," she whispered. She missed this, she missed being able to have a connection with someone. When he hugged her close she felt safe for the first time in a long time.

{ OOC: I'm so happy you are back, Eric. I can't wait for more Eric/Anya RPing }

{OOC: I'm happy they're back together too! For some reason I feel a strange connection to Anya and like I care about what happens to them}

His body so close to her, her voice so soft, this sensation so intense...
Eric kissed he forehead of Anya, squeezing her once again, before putting off and taking the face between the hands.
Slowly, very slowly, he( bent towards her, towards her lipps. Anya had a smile. A light smile. Eric also smiles.
Then he kisses her.
Really.

(I'm so happy too! Anya/Eric Rping will be... Intense xD)

An electric shock ran through her. She had forgotten what it had been like to kiss him. She closed her eyes and leaned into him.

Eric wrinkled slightly. Anya had... Abandoned. Completely. She was totally at the mercy of the slightest of these gestures. Just with a kiss.
A kiss.
Eric moved back slowly, caressing the cheeks.
- You are magnificent, he murmured.
Anya had the pink cheeks. Very pink. And warm. Eric smiles of advantage there.
- What? Whispered Anya, the breath-vraiment-short.
Eric almost laughed. Bending again towards her, he touched her nose.
- Your body is too explicit Anya. Really too much.
Anya seemed at once shy and happy. Eric kissed the cheek.
- You are wonderful.

(I'm so happy to be back, dude, thank you! I can't wait to play, 'cause now I'm in holiday )

Anya smiled at his compliments. "You're not so bad yourself," She said jokingly, laughing lightly.

Eric smiles, before looking at theis hands with a sufficient air.
- Yes, I admit that the thing isn'tot too bad, he laughs.
Anya also laughs, the a little less pink hoes. Last time, Eric caressed the cheek, before looking around him.
The room didn't have to change. Always the same alcoholic piece of furniture. Always these same words in red on walls. Always the tiny bathroom. Always the armchair.
Nothing had changed.
Or rather, yes. A thing had changed.
-Anya, why have you a knife in hand? Asked for Eric, a little surprised.

"Oh," Anya said wrinkiling her forehed, she had forgotten about that. "Well I was roomed with this guy who was crazy and did drugs so I just grabbed this in self defense." She fingered the knife nervously

Eric wrinkled immediately.
- What man?
Eric forced to breathe calmly. If Anya had a weapon, it was that she had been in danger. Now, that, it was not in the contract. Villain had to swear....
Eric inspired again.

"Just some crazy homeless man. I'm fine Eric, really. I just had the knife in case he tried anything." She reached up and touched his face, "I'm fine."

Eric closed eyes. The contact of the skin calmed him. Her presence calmed him. Slowly, he put the hand on his. Inspired slowly. Kissed the hand. Opened eyes. Dived into them.
- Thank you.
Anya had a smile.
- You are welcome.
Eric would have wanted to kiss her, still. But he held on. Not frighten her. Not hasten her. Not after what she had lived.
Suddenly, Eric had an idea.
- Do you want that I learn you? He says in indicating the knife.

Anya gave him a sly smile, "You think you can teach me?" she laughed, "Remember I don't have any hand eye coordination."

- But you are going to make efforts so that your professor will be so proud of you, isn't it? he laughs. Don't worry, I would be patient.
He got up from the bed, holding out to her the hand to help her to make also. He guided her up to the center of the room, then he took place behind her, set back.
- Let get start. Warn.
Anya stared at him.
- What?
- Make as if you had an enemy in front of you.

Errr. Anya held the knife up clutching it in her hand. "Like this?"

Eric had a smile, approaching her.
- A little higher, he says right by her ear, while joining the gesture to the word.
Slowly, he went up the 3 cm hands.
- Like that.
He moved back again.
- And now? asked for Anya. What do I make?
- I am going to give you some indications and you are going to show me how you will react in front of actions which I would quote you. All right?
- All right.
- Don't say them to me. Show me.
-Okay.
- Your enemy you frontal attack. He charges at you. How do you react?

Anya felt silly, but she slashed at the air in front of her

Eric shook the head.
- Good, he says. But imagine the situation: if your enemy darkens you above, and that you knock straight ahead in front of you, that isgoing to take place? Either your weapon is going stay in the body of your enemy, or the body of your enemy is going to fall you above, dead or wounded. Then, how you are going to make?

Anya quickly sidestepped while jabbing the knife. She sighed, it was no use she couldn't fight unless she was in danger, she needed to visualize it. Anya gave Eric a sideways glance, "Eric do you think you could attack me?"

Eric is surprised at once and delighted. The pupil was motivated. He smiles.
- Of course. Turn you. I'm going to attack you frontally, all right? Right towards you. I darken you above.
Eric took a run-up.
-Ready?

Anya sighed and tensed up, "Ready."

Eric began running. But if Anya expected to be attacked frontally, Eric attacked him on the side. To the right. Anya didn't have time to revolve. Eric seizes her by the size, the edge of the hand in the place where was situated her pancreas.
Anya had hiccups. Eric kisse her on the cheek.
- You should never wait for you to something. It's always necessary to adapt you to the present situation. Do not anticipate.
Anya shook the head, the breath runs. Eric kissed her again on the cheek.
- We continue?

Anya grit her teeth, she did not like to lose, "Again," She said preparing for a second time

Anya pouted. An adorable pout. Eric smiles.
- Ok.
He left on the other side of the room. Waited that she warns. The tight hands. The heavy silence. The challenge of eyes.
- Ready?
- Ready.

He leapt at her, she quickly sidestepped while slashing. He tried grabbing her and she made contact with his skin. It was a thin cut on his cheek, nothing fatal, but still Anya dropped her knife and reached out to touch Eric's cut, "Are you ok?" she gasped. Eric seeing his window of opportunity grabbed her wrists and had her pinned on the floor. "Never let your guard down," he said.

Anya opened wide eyes. Eric was almost lengthened on her, his muscles nevertheless tightened not to crush her under his poid. He smiles to her.
- Never, you understand? It's offer an opportunity to your opponent. It's to give him an occasion.
-Eric....
- Yes?
- Your cheek.
Slowly, Eric released one of the wrists of Anya, to caress the cheek. A little blood on the fingers. He crossed on his lipps.
- It's nothing, he smiles.
Anya swallowed with difficulty. She seemed disrupted. Releasing her second wrist, Eric caressed her hair.
- It's nothing, he repeated.
Slowly, he bent to kiss her. His kiss had a taste of blood. He realized it too late.

Despite the blood Anya still felt that same elctric shock when he kissed her. Eric was one of the few people that was able to calm her down, when she was in one of her anxiety modes

Eric moved back quickly.
- I'm sorry, Anya, sorry. I hadn't realized. The blood...
He crossed the hand on his lips, to wipe them.

Anya sat up and looked at him, "It's fine I'm not scared of blood," She said giving him a sly smile.

Eric smiles.
- It doesn't mean that I have to let you approach it too closely.
Holding out the hand, he put it on her cheek. Caressed her skin. Diving into her eyes.
- If you knew in which point you are beautiful.



[Dude, I'm gonna sleep. It's 0.51 here, and even if I'm in holidays 'YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY', I need to sleep xD Sorry dude! See you tomorrow!]

{Lol ok good night!}

Anya blushed and looked down. Sure people have told her that before, but she never really felt beautiful until Eric said it.

Eric smiles, without removing the hand of the cheek of Anya. She was really magnificent. More feminine than Helga. More awkward than the Dragonfly, but it making her charming. Less professionelle. She was closer to him than had been it Penny. Less sad than the lady of the orphanage, even if she had a side broken.
As Esmeralda, but in more painful. At least, he hoped for it. In a way.
He always smiled.

Anya smiled back at Eric. He was the kindest person she knew and he always seemed to be able to tell what she was thinking.

Removing the hand, Eric remained sat, feeling a little bit stupid, but wanting not at all to move. He felt good, there. At this precise moment. He felt good.
First time since quite a lot of time.
Bending, he kissed her on the mouth. No real kiss, just man to press his lipps against her, half a second. But a kiss all the same.
- Do we continue?

She gave him a small smile, "You tell me," She whispered against his lips.

Eric took the face between the hands, rubbing his nose against that of Anya.
- Ah, he made in touching her lips with his index, it belongs to you to say it to me. The pupil must want to learn, otherwise...

She gave him a sly smile, "I'm a fast leaner," with that she kissed him. It felt weird initiating the kiss, but it was weird in a good way.

Anya had took an initiative. Eric smiles.
Having the face between the hands, he crossed his right hand on the nape of the neck of Anya, whereas the second spent in her hair. Slowly, he tilted the head on the side, crossing his tongue on her lower lipps.

His tounge was a surprise, but a nice one. She closed her eyes and let her tounge tentatively play with his.

He wasn't expected that she opens lips. He congealed some seconds. He wanted absoluement not to hasten her. Especially not. He didn't want that she's fear of him.
Never. Never.
Opening eyes, he slid his tongue between her lips, slowly. Anya, blindly, frowning, the cheeks incredibly pink. New experience. Slowly, he crossed the hand on the birth of her throat. He wanted to feel the blood pulsing. If it went too fast, he would stop immediately.
He beat, fast, but not too much. New experience. Eric got her tongue. Anya had a surge, almost imperceptible. Her blood went faster. Her eyebrows frowing again. Slowly, he crossed the second hand in her hair, andshe relaxed. Her blood beat, so fast under the fingers.

It surprised her when he reached down to feel her throat. It was almost as if he was checking something. When his tounge met hers she could feel her heartbeat faster. Sure she was no innocent, but in the ways and charms of men she was.

The innocence in the state pure. It was exactly what he had under eyes. An innocence total and delivered unanimously. Unanimously, but a part more agreed than the other one...
Eric had never understood why we called it a French Kiss. It was not reserved tha to Frenchies. All the women of the world deserved to be so kissed like that.
Tilting a little more the head, he deepens their kiss. She had the skin so warm under his palm. He would have almost smiles.
Slowly, he slid the hand of her hair in her back. The skin shivered in the slightest contact.
It was the innocence being engaged in the depravation. It was the innocence and the lust. It was all the opposite of the world sets.
It was he and she.
The hand reached her hips whereas he began caressing her tongue.

Anya Shivered as he caressed her tounge, she wraped her arms around his neck burrying her fingers in his dark hair, her breath was coming faster, his kiss was as intoxicating as the wine she had once tried with him.

She breathed in him, she breathed for him. She maintained him alive. It was life.
On the knees, as for pray. He who never believe. Anya buried her fingers in his hair and every contact was different. Other. Everything. He didn't any more need to verify henceforth. He had her poul everything against him.
Crossing the hand along her back, he put it on her hip, also. The tongue of Anya against his, her breath in him, her body against him, their life between them, her pulse against his.
Going back up one of his hands, he would have been incapable for saying which, he crossed it along her nape of the neck, in her hair, on the skin.

Anya had never felt this sensation before, it was a desire, a hunger for him. She wasn't fully aware of what was happening, but she felt one of his hands move up to her neck again, she tilted her head back slightly resitng it in his hand.