I have risen from the depths of college exhaustion to bring you this…

Nsfw near the end of the chapter fyi

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Meg returned squealing, making the others look up in surprise. "I see the shore! Less than ten minutes before we dock!" She giggled.

Christine had been curled against Eriks chest as he read and she dozed in and out. Lately exhaustion had been taking her, even more than morning sickness. And so she found herself eyes half hooded more often than not. Still she too perked up and groaned to move. Erik kissed her forehead before putting his book in a bag and readying himself.

Despite both Christine and Erik's protest, Madam Giry insisted on Meg and herself dealing with the luggage. Refusing to allow the still recovering Erik and pregnant woman to go anywhere near heavy lifting. Erik grumbled a bit and held tightly to Christine, his cane, and violin case. Though he was grateful to hold Christine's hand. As much as he would hate to admit it, he was nervous. Not only was he having to navigate crowds in a new country, he would have to remove his mask at Ellis island for immigration processing. From there a small fairy would take them to shore.

Despite the crowd however, Erik found himself subconsciously sheilding Christine a bit from the crowd, protecting her in his own little way. He did not notice but Christine did. She only smiled and rolled her eyes.

After a short glance at their- somewhat illegal- papers, they all lined up for examination. Erik could hear Christine's nervous voice ahead in the women's line explaining she was a few weeks pregnant. Erik scowled under his mask as the nurse examining her changed her polight tone to one of rudeness, as it was clear Christine was also unmarried. He was about to jump the line and throttle the woman. Then the rude woman pointedly asked where Christine's husband was, Christine simply said in a bored voice, "Sleeping with yours. Are we done now?"

The surrounding area gasped and more than a few giggled. Erik himself had a proud smirk on his face as the now clearly embarrassed sounding woman rushed Christine along, shakily calling out who was next.

Their little scene lasted long enough that Erik did not have to wait in dread for his turn, as he was called next in the men's line. When the curtain shut Erik held up his hands and said in very fluent English, "let me explain before you see".

The doctor, taking in his serious and intelligent tone, nodded, looking at the mask closely.

Erik swallowed, nerves wracking him, but he remained composed to the outside world. "I was born with severe a deformity on my face and body. Recently I was also injured in a carriage accident. I am not ill and almost healed from my accident. I was once a doctor and can testify that my appearance causes no hindrance and I am not diseased. I simply wear this mask to avoid stares. Alright sir?"

The doctor took him into consideration before nodding slowly "Alright, let me see it then. And your hands."

Erik nodded and quickly slipped off the mask, choosing to focus on the hands out in front of him rather than the doctor examining him. The doctor gasped slightly but said after a minute "I see… I have seen similar problems amongst veterans from your Napoleon war coming here, though many of them are much older. Not as bad off as you but their faces were in a similar situation. Some had prosthetic masks. Though your skin looks too thin for that… But, I do not think you will impose upon anyone's health. You are free to go."

Erik sighed gratefully and replaced the mask. The interrogation was easy enough to both lie on and be honest. All his papers were perfect fakes and some even real documents as they rechecked them, and after a brief dispute over the mask, he found himself out the door and looking for Christine.

He nearly jumped when she tapped him on the back, relaxing a bit as he saw her healthy and fine. He squeezed her hand and said with a small, almost sad chuckle "anyone elses husband I am to be sleeping with?"

She rolled her eyes and hit his shoulder playfully. He could only smile down at her, as if she were the first, and most gorgeous sunset ever witnessed by man. She saw the soft look in his eyes and gave a gentle breeze of a smile in return, holding warmth and the birth of laughter in her gaze.

Their small moment was interrupted however by Meg who came squealing up. She babled about all they had missed in the half hour of having to stand more than ten feet from each other, her mother rolling her eyes fondly at Meg. The small family made their way onto the fairy, Meg pointing at all the vendors, saying how cute this or that would look on her or a random friend back home. Madam Giry would constantly remind her that they needed jobs before they could buy things. This notion of having to wait on purchasing things seemed to fly over Meg's head as she continued to gawk.

Erik, unable to resist his old ways, managed to grab a small nick nack she had been eyeing. A little statue of a bear hugging the statue of liberty. Discretely he slipped it to her as they left the fairy, giving her a wink. She caught on and grinned impishly as she slipped it into her pocket.

They eventually found themselves checking into an acceptable inn. with some persuasion on Erik's part, he managed to convince Giry for two rooms, so Christine and him could have some well needed alone time.

Madam Giry snorted, looking at the pair and said "well… It's not like you can't do more than you've already done… Though before you retire tonight you really must write to Nadir."

Erik waved his hand dismissively "I will, I will." He said lazily as they approached the counter. Madam Giry sighed and muttered "Children, all of you." Then she turned to book their rooms for the week. They all got keys and very quickly hurried to their rooms, rather wanting to sprawl out on the much softer hotel beds. Erik personally decided to savour tonight and tomorrow, for after that he would go and try to find work at the freak show. But until then, he was allowing himself these two days in bliss with Christine.

When they got to the room Christine immediately started to reach and untie her corset. Sighing in relief as she freed herself. "We are going to need to get me new clothes soon." She said, stretching.

Erik came beside her and sat next to her on the bed, helping her undress. "I know love… But hey, at least you can wear whatever you want now."

She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck saying in a whisper that caused his breathing to grow heavy "I think what I want to wear is nothing at all…" Before kissing his neck softly. Then she leaned up and added in a teasing breath "But you will not get to see until you write that letter."

He gasped, looking slightly betrayed. "Temptress." His mind was a bit frazzled as he stared at her half nude body longingly. She only gave him a wink and went under the covers completely. Random articles of clothing being thrown to the floor from under the sheets. He got the message and sighed, cursing Nadirs very existence as he settled at the desk.

After staring at the parchment for a few minutes, trying to calm his breathing, he started.

Nadir,

I… I don't know how to say this but. I'm going to be a father. I am terrified, in a new country, without a franc- or I suppose penny now- to my name. I am going to get a job as… a sideshow freak. To help with the baby. I was hoping you could send my medical supplies, for Christine. Along with any help I can get. I do not enjoy begging for financial help but a child is expensive, and I refuse to let Christine or the baby to go homeless or hungry. And I want to avoid having their father be a thief. I have too much to lose now. This is my fresh start and I do not wish to ruin it.

And it is funny for me to say but… Even though I am terrified, worried, and a few other emotions, I cannot fight this sense of joy I feel everytime I think of our child. It is an overwhelming feeling. One that makes every fear I have about this new life feel petty and insignificant. It is strange my friend. Very strange.

I will send a post with our permanent address to reply to when we have one. Currently we are in a hotel, fresh off the boat. And Christine is… waiting on me. Wish me luck. Gather and send in any help you can spare, please.

Your Obedient New Man,

~Erik

He stared at the letter reading it over. He heard a distant sigh of annoyance as he skimmed over it. He chuckled and quickly put the paper in the envelope, announcing out loud "I think I will send it in the morning… Now, where were we…" He said, standing. He heard a giggle from under the blanket. Both feeling more light hearted than ever.

He smirked and very quickly stripped himself. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking off the prosthetic before slipping under the sheets.

His breathing grew a bit heavy again. He could see her plainly, as she could see him, light from their lamps illuminating through the thin sheets. She was beautiful. Breasts slightly swollen from hormones, actually laying on each other a bit. Perfect size as ever in Eriks opinion. Slender waist and hips. Soft legs. A small birthmark on her thigh in the shape of a crescent moon. To him she was an angel.

He gently laid a hand on her hip as he brought her into a deep, almost desperate kiss.

She giggled into the kiss as she could feel him harden against her thigh. Curious hands soon slipped onto his thigh, moving a bit further to feel his practically non existent ass. Funnily enough she rather liked his body. It was unique. She loved to lay her hand there and trace what little fat was there. Hand trailing over to trace his very prominent spine from his tailbone to the middle of his back. Loving the small moans it drew from erik.

Exploring she found herself kissing and sucking on a spot under his ear. He shuddered and compulsively found himself grinding against her. Something she found quite attractive herself.

Eventually he gave a small progressive growl and flipped her to her back. There was need in both of their eyes. Smirking a bit, breathing heavy, ge slipped down his head between her legs. Savoring her gasp as his thin lips and tongue traced her increasingly wet folds. Her hands rested gently on his head as she let out a moan when he began sucking on her clit, tongue occasionally dipping between her entrance, the taste slightly salty on his tongue.

Her back arched and legs shook as strange light bolts of pleasure rippled down her she felt herself get close Erik resurfaced, kissing her neck. Both gasping. Desperate.

Erik needed her more in that moment than he realized. He loved teasing her like this. Pleasuring her gave him more enjoyment than anything else. But he was now shaking from his own need. She sensed this and moved forward, a silent invitation.

He often wondered, reflecting in small gasping moments during, and more often in moments after, if somehow these moments of blissful intimacy healed his soul a bit. A balm on a wound that would never heal, never be redeemable, but could at least be coped with. As if the pleasure made up for the pain, even if at times it was a guilty pleasure as he was irredeemable in many ways. But in moments like this, he was allowed a breath of relief. A gasp of air while lost amongst a sea of pain and guilt.

His lips met hers as he received the invitation. He groaned as she sent pleasure up his spine. Her squeezing, rubbing, causing him to gasp as he moved. She likewise, pulled him as close as she could, needing him. Legs wrapped around him as pleasure began to build with each thrust. Moving so both would feel as much pleasure as possible.

Still, as erik moved at a comfortable pace for them both, he was gentle, always remembering the child she carried. He leaned his head down to kiss her neck, moaning into the hot skin there. His legs shook as did hers with pleasure. Eventually his speed picking up awoth need. Her moans and pleas encouraging him to do so.

Every thrust made her cling to him more. Squeezing and clutching him as if reality itself depended upon it. Then finally the pressure brimmed over and she pulled him tight to her, waves of pleasure crashing over her limbs, eventually leaving her in a blissful calm. Smiling as erik was gasping, his finish slowly approaching.

Wishing to help him she squeezed him, which, on top of how amazing she felt when she orgasmed, helped erik along greatly. Soon his breathing was more low moans than not as the pressure that had been building finally came to a peak as he thrust forward, finishing with an earth shattering orgasm that left him twitching on top of her, panting.

After a minute or two he caught his breath enough to pull out, clear, slightly grey cum slipping out with him. He laid next to her and she instinctively curled to him, both feeling at peace with the world.

She giggled on his chest lazily, simply from the relaxed feeling going through her. Then she stopped as something came to mind. "Erik is your hip okay? That's the first time you've really topped like that."

He smiled a bit at her care. "I'm Alright. Sore but alright." she relaxed at his words and let out a sleepy yawn. He chuckled and kissed her, before extinguishing the lamp. "goodnight, angel…"

"goodnight love." she murmured in response, already half asleep. He smiled and pulled her closer, body and soul so at peace in that moment that he fell asleep as if it were a warm bath after a long day.

Both slept peacefully through the night.

O.g.

Thank you all for the support. It really does mean a lot to me. Next up, Erik, the tourist.