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An Eric/Greta fic.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Days of Our Lives, in any way, shape, or form.

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A/N: I've never actually seen an entire episode of Days, but I've seen clips of the Eric/Greta pairing, and I know it's old, but I love it, so I've decided to write some fics about it.

This is taken from (I don't know what episode) when they are at the ball held in her "mother's" honor, and Eric and Greta are dancing and he asked her if she was planning on staying in France, with a few of my own twists and changes.

As always, please read and review, I love getting feedback.

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The second he asked her if she was going to stay in France, he regretted it. For two reasons. 1: He was sure she would say yes. 2: He wasn't entirely sure that he'd be okay with that, and maybe he'd want to stay with her, and forget all about his life back in Salem.

Not that I'm exactly looking forward to going back to Salem, but my family is there, and I can't just leave them, behind. But there is something about this girl ... I'm not ready to give up just yet.

It seemed like forever until she finally said, "I want to go back to Salem with you."

He wanted to jump up and down and yell 'Ha!' in Nathan's face, but he controlled himself and instead settled for leaning closer to her and smiling.

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Now they were out on the balcony, Nathan and Stefano had gone back inside, and he and Greta had been talking about Nathan, and his obvious obsession with her. That Nathan had grabbed him, pulled him into some dark corner, and started grilling him about his relationship with Greta, and whether they were involved or not. And boy, did I want to say yes.

"And it doesn't even register to him that I'm around. I mean, god forbid he acknowledge my presence, but he does when he wants to interrogate me about you. And it doesn't even matter to him that I'm just standing there next to you, no it's all about Nathan, and it's all about his determination to get you to go out with him, come hell or high water, whether I like it or not."

And that's when he knew he made his mistake. Because he knew exactly what she'd ask him next.

"So, what are you saying Eric, you don't like it? You don't want me to go out with Nathan?"

He turned his head away from her, wincing slightly. He thought about making some 'it's not a jealous thing' speech, but the words that came out were, "Maybe I don't."

There was a tense silence that followed, and before it got too weird, Eric started 'ranting' again.

"And the guy was being annoying and just asking a bunch of stupid questions," he told her.

Her amused smile returned. "Well, what kind of questions?"

"Well ... you know, he, uh, wanted to know if we were ... an item," he said, taking a drink from his glass and looking away from her.

"Oh, okay," she said, her heart speading up. "And, what did you tell him, about us being an item? Did you tell Nathan we were?"

He set down his glass, trying to buy time before he had to answer. She just has to keep asking the tough questions.

"Well, I uh ... I didn't, I mean ... well, are we?" he asked, with an internal ha! at finally putting her in the hot seat.

She felt and looked flustered. "Oh, I uh ... well, what do you think?"

Damn.

"I don't know. I mean, if we were an item, then would I, uh ..." he trailed off, unsure of whether he wanted to finish this or not.

She smiled reassuringly. "Would you what?"

He looked into her warm eyes, and saw more beauty than he had ever dreamed about. "Would I do this?" he asked before his lips descended on hers.

The sound of the champaigne glasses shattering on the ground barely registered as Greta wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand running through his hair as he drew her closer to him with splayed fingers across her back.

The rest of the world didn't matter to them, time was unimportant, Nathan was some guy she used to know. As Eric lightly touched her bottom lip with his tongue, fireworks exploded in their heads as she opened her mouth to him and she swiped her hand across the table, removing the rest of the glasses and he hoisted her up onto it.

She wrapped her legs around him and hooked her heels together and he once again closed the distance between them, starting with quick, powerful kisses on her lips, to soft ones on her jaw, and then made his way down her neck to her collarbone, and then finally made his way back up to her lips, causing her to moan into his mouth.

He didn't think he'd ever heard anything quite as wonderful.

He broke away reluctantly, the need for air being the main reason, but also the knowledge that they were in public playing a small factor.

"So, are we?" he asked her, leaning his head against her shoulder.

He could feel her smile, and it made his heart skip a beat.

"I think we are," she told him, her hand on his neck giving him butterflies.

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So, what do you think so far?

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