Erik wasn’t immediately sure why it was that he had woken, only that his feelings upon waking were not those of panic and fear, but of contentment and pleasure. Glancing to his side, those feelings seemed to expand inside of him with a brilliantly warm glow as he caught sight of Charles’s ruffled head peeking out of the sheets and snuggled deep into the pillow, his face tucked neatly into the space between Erik’s neck and shoulder.
‘Charles,’ Erik breathed, his breath ruffling the hair on Charles’s head, making him unconsciously nuzzle even closer into Erik’s space. Erik was breathless for a second, unable to move or think or speak just for the sheer perfection of that moment.
And then he heard his phone go off again.
It was on silent – as it always was – but Erik was a light sleeper and so the noise evinced by the vibrations was all that he needed. Usually he would have been able to pick it up from its first ring, but apparently being so near to Charles had lowered his defences. He quickly and carefully disentangled himself from Charles’s embrace and slipped over to where his trousers had been discarded, pawing efficiently at them until he managed to grasp hold of his phone from within the pocket.
‘Yes?’ he said brusquely, creeping away from the bedroom and shutting the door behind him so as to not wake Charles.
‘Long time no speak, cher,’ came the cheery voice from the other end of the phone.
‘I’ve been busy,’ Erik grunted out, relaxing minutely at the voice.
‘That no joke, Remy almost think you no longer with us, when you don’t pick up on the first ring.’
Erik let out an impatient grunt.
‘What do you have for me Remy?’
‘What, no “how you doin’?” No “nice to hear from you”? Erik, I feel hurt!’
‘Just get on with it,’ Erik growled, gritting his teeth. It was cold out here in the hallway, and it made Erik miss the warmth of Charles’s bed even more.
‘Only ‘cause it’s you, cher,’ Remy laughed before becoming more professional. ‘There’s un homme in New York. He used t’ deal with the Russians. I think you might find him … informative.’
‘Do you now?’ Erik murmured, reaching for the pen and paper on the hallway telephone stand. ‘Care to expand on that?’
He listened for a few minutes, jotting down the relevant details.
‘I’ll find him today,’ Erik said after Remy had finished. ‘No use in waiting.’
‘I’d be surprised if you did,’ Remy said wryly. ‘In fact, Remy a little surprised you ain’t running out the door right ‘bout now.’
Erik glanced back at the bedroom door wistfully.
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Me too.’
‘You have to slow yourself down, Erik,’ Remy said, his voice becoming serious. ‘Learn to enjoy them little things. Life can’t be all ‘bout killin’ people. Pleasure is très important too. Take it from someone who knows.’
‘After Shaw,’ Erik promised, though whether he was promising Remy or himself he did not know. ‘After I get Shaw. Then I can let go.’
‘Hmm,’ Remy said doubtfully, before huffing. ‘Well if that is all, I’ve got me une très belle redhead awaitin’ for me.’
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Heat - Part 11a
Date: 2012-01-26 06:56 pm (UTC)Erik wasn’t immediately sure why it was that he had woken, only that his feelings upon waking were not those of panic and fear, but of contentment and pleasure. Glancing to his side, those feelings seemed to expand inside of him with a brilliantly warm glow as he caught sight of Charles’s ruffled head peeking out of the sheets and snuggled deep into the pillow, his face tucked neatly into the space between Erik’s neck and shoulder.
‘Charles,’ Erik breathed, his breath ruffling the hair on Charles’s head, making him unconsciously nuzzle even closer into Erik’s space. Erik was breathless for a second, unable to move or think or speak just for the sheer perfection of that moment.
And then he heard his phone go off again.
It was on silent – as it always was – but Erik was a light sleeper and so the noise evinced by the vibrations was all that he needed. Usually he would have been able to pick it up from its first ring, but apparently being so near to Charles had lowered his defences. He quickly and carefully disentangled himself from Charles’s embrace and slipped over to where his trousers had been discarded, pawing efficiently at them until he managed to grasp hold of his phone from within the pocket.
‘Yes?’ he said brusquely, creeping away from the bedroom and shutting the door behind him so as to not wake Charles.
‘Long time no speak, cher,’ came the cheery voice from the other end of the phone.
‘I’ve been busy,’ Erik grunted out, relaxing minutely at the voice.
‘That no joke, Remy almost think you no longer with us, when you don’t pick up on the first ring.’
Erik let out an impatient grunt.
‘What do you have for me Remy?’
‘What, no “how you doin’?” No “nice to hear from you”? Erik, I feel hurt!’
‘Just get on with it,’ Erik growled, gritting his teeth. It was cold out here in the hallway, and it made Erik miss the warmth of Charles’s bed even more.
‘Only ‘cause it’s you, cher,’ Remy laughed before becoming more professional. ‘There’s un homme in New York. He used t’ deal with the Russians. I think you might find him … informative.’
‘Do you now?’ Erik murmured, reaching for the pen and paper on the hallway telephone stand. ‘Care to expand on that?’
He listened for a few minutes, jotting down the relevant details.
‘I’ll find him today,’ Erik said after Remy had finished. ‘No use in waiting.’
‘I’d be surprised if you did,’ Remy said wryly. ‘In fact, Remy a little surprised you ain’t running out the door right ‘bout now.’
Erik glanced back at the bedroom door wistfully.
‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘Me too.’
‘You have to slow yourself down, Erik,’ Remy said, his voice becoming serious. ‘Learn to enjoy them little things. Life can’t be all ‘bout killin’ people. Pleasure is très important too. Take it from someone who knows.’
‘After Shaw,’ Erik promised, though whether he was promising Remy or himself he did not know. ‘After I get Shaw. Then I can let go.’
‘Hmm,’ Remy said doubtfully, before huffing. ‘Well if that is all, I’ve got me une très belle redhead awaitin’ for me.’
Erik allowed himself a small smirk.
‘I don’t doubt it. Goodbye Remy. And thanks.’
‘Take care o’ yo’self Erik. Au revoir.’
Click.