Chapter 8: A Lot of Affection
From the place where we fell we fell through the trap door, I led Erik to his lake. We got into his boat, and he rowed me across. When we got inside Erik’s house on the lake, we both immediately headed for my bedroom. I threw Erik onto the bed.
“Oh Erik, what am I going to do with you?” I asked smiling at him and kissing him.
“I am very naughty am I not?” asked Erik smiling back at me.
“Oh yes, you really are,” I said playfully. I began to unbutton the bottom of his vest and shirt. Erik looked at me confusedly.
“What are you doing?” asked Erik. I didn’t answer him. I didn’t unbutton his shirt all the way. I began to kiss his stomach. Erik closed his eyes, and I felt his stomach begin to quake a little. After a moment I stopped kissing his stomach and looked up.
“What is it Erik?” I asked.
“You're kissing my stomach, it tickles!” Erik giggled. I gave a slightly evil smile.
“It does, does it?” I asked. Erik’s eyes widened. As lightly as possible, I began to tickle his stomach with my fingers. Erik shut his eyes and laughed rather loudly.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle!”
“N-no! P-please M-Margarita have mercy on your poor Opera Ghost!” Erik exclaimed between laughs. I didn’t stop. Erik laughed and laughed. Finally, he got the strength to resist, and he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him and started tickling me. I laughed and squirmed, completely helpless against him.
“Oh, oh Erik, I love you! I love you I love you I love y-you!” I laughed.
“I know you do, and you're so ticklish too!” Erik laughed a little.
All that night, practically the only thing we did was tickle each other. I sat on the bed, and after slipping my shoe off Erik tickled my foot. I laughed, and Erik nearly squealed with delight. I realized that I loved it as much as he did when I was tickling him. When he stopped, he got up and sat next to me on the bed.
“I guess we should probably have something to eat, yes?” I asked when he sat down.
“I have some little finger foods out on my table,” said Erik.
“Well then we should go have some then,” I said.
“Be my guest,” he said gesturing to the door.
“All right, I’ll go out and just…” I was cut off when Erik grabbed my sides and pulled me back onto the bed “Aagggh!” Erik kissed my lips.
“Maybe you should go first,” I said looking at him lovingly.
“All right then I will,” he said, but didn’t get very far before I pulled him down onto the bed and tickled his sides. Erik laughed. When I stopped, we got up together and went to eat. We both sat down on either side of the table, Erik putting his feet up on the table. I ate some chicken, while Erik watched. A little later, Erik decided it fun to throw olives at me.
“Erik, why are you doing that?” I asked looking up from my food.
“I don’t know,” replied Erik looking up. I continued eating. Erik started throwing olives again. One olive hit my right between the eyes. I looked angrily at Erik. He brought a hand to his mouth.
“Margarita I’m so sorry!” Erik exclaimed frantically. I got up slowly.
“Erik come here for a second,” I said beckoning him with my finger. Erik got up hastily.
“Come on, I’m not going hurt you,” I said sweetly. I lunged at him.
“NOOOOOOO!” Erik yelled running back into my bedroom. I ran after him. I tackled Erik onto the bed and began to tickle him mercilessly. Erik nearly screamed with laughter. I just kept right on tickling him, paying no attention to the door. The Daroga came in at that moment and saw everything.
“Oh, hello Daroga, we were just um…” I tried to explain our situation, but the Daroga waved me off.
“Never mind Ms. Margarita, I came in at a bad time. Erik, have you given any thought as to how you and your lady are going to marry?” asked the Daroga.
“Not now Daroga, can’t you see we're a little busy here?” asked Erik.
“Right I’m sorry, I’ll return later then,” said the Daroga getting up to leave. Once the Daroga had left, Erik turned back to me.
“Now, where were we?” Erik began to tickle me! I laughed and squirmed around on the bed, helpless against him yet again.
“Er-Erik, please! Stop it-t! Stop it-t!” I yelled still laughing.
“I thought you liked it when I tickled you,” said Erik, still not stopping his onslaught.
“I do, b-but I c-can’t stop m-myself from yelling st-stop!” I laughed. Erik kept tickling me for a long while until I started to get exhausted from laughing. Erik stopped. We both lay there on the bed exhausted from our little bout of affection.
“Well, that was…fun,” said Erik panting.
“Whatever you say dear,” I said still trying to calm my heart down.
“Margarita, we're going to be at this all night!” said Erik still recovering from our tickle fight.
“Is that good or bad?” I asked turning to him.
“That depends on how you look at it. Since no one has ever wanted to touch me before, I see it as good,” said Erik looking at me with his sunken in eyes.
“Well, no one has loved me like you before Erik. I think it’s good too, as long as we don’t do it too much,” I replied. I stared at his face for a while.
“What?” he asked finally.
“I don’t know why, but I find your face, even without the mask very cute,” I said lovingly. Erik smiled shyly. I tickled him under his chin. Erik gave his little musical giggle again.
“Erik, I don’t care what everyone else says, I think you're completely and utterly adorable!” I exclaimed. I knew Erik would be blushing.
“You're very sweet to me Margarita. No one has ever cared about me this much. I keep fearing that I might wake up, and this will have only been a sweet dream of something I never thought I’d have,” said Erik looking up at the ceiling.
“Well, then let’s hope you never wake up if it is a dream,” I said. Erik’s shirt was still unbuttoned at the bottom. I uncovered his bare stomach and tickled him again. Erik laughed even louder than before.
“Margarita! I think you’ve f-found my special tickle spot!” Erik laughed and squirmed harder than ever. It was a small spot right above his belly button.
“OOH! What luck!” I exclaimed, but didn’t stop. Erik laughed and laughed, rolling around on the bed and making a lot of noise. Finally, I tickled him so much; he rolled right onto the floor.
“Erik! Are you all right?” I asked looking over the side of the bed. Erik had disappeared. I crawled closer to the edge of the bed to get a better look. All of a sudden, Erik sprang out from under the bed and grabbed me. He pulled me onto the floor, hung over me and tickled my stomach. I laughed and rolled around just like he had.
“Now then! Let’s see if I can find your tickle spot!” Erik tickled me all over, trying to find it. Finally, we discovered that my sides were my special tickle spots. Erik picked me up, holding me by my sides and threw me onto the bed.
“Well now we know!” Erik exclaimed. He then slid the top part of my dress off, my sleeves, and the part covering my chest. He held me upright, and took it off. He then lay me back down on the bed and tickled my bare skin.
“Oh Margarita, you have such soft skin!” Erik exclaimed. I laughed as hard as I’d ever laughed. Erik didn’t stop either. Finally, Erik got tired of tickling me, and we both lay side by side on the bed again. Finally Erik spoke.
“Margarita, you didn’t object to my undressing you half way,” said Erik looking upwards.
“Should I have objected?” I asked.
“No, but most women don’t let men do that sort of thing to them,” said Erik, still not looking at me.
“Well, I guess I just trusted you that’s all. I knew you wouldn’t expose me all the way without my permission,” I explained “I also figured that you probably only wanted to tickle me since that’s all we’ve been doing all night long.”
“Yes well, I guess we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well then,” said Erik finally turning to look at me. I smiled at him.
“Perhaps now we should turn in for the night, it must be getting late,” I said. Erik smiled back. I took off the rest of my dress, but left the lower undergarments on, so only my breasts were bare. Erik took his shirt and vest off, but left his pants on. We both climbed into my bed together.
“This doesn’t feel wrong to you does it?” asked Erik.
“What do you mean wrong?” I asked turning to him.
“We're not married yet,” said Erik staring at the ceiling.
“But we aren’t going through with anything either. I love you Erik, I never want to leave your side. You mean more than anything to me. No man has ever fallen in love with me as you have. All the boys I’ve known, used to say I was cold as ice. I’d always leave them alone in despair. I thought they were right until I met you,” I looked at him lovingly. Erik looked at me and smiled. I leaned over, took off his mask, and smoothed his dead cheek with the soft skin of my cheek. Erik closed his eyes blissfully. I cast his mask to the floor, and kissed his face all over. I could hear Erik breathe a little harder than usual. I caressed his chest with my hands, and rubbed my face against his neck. I thought Erik would start giggling but he didn’t. Erik took his hands and slid them lightly down my sides. He pulled my body against his. He leaned his head upwards slightly and kissed my neck. We rolled to the side so I was under him. He kissed my face, my neck, my breasts, and my stomach. I smiled, trying not to start laughing. He then leaned over me, purring like some wild cat, and rubbed his face against my neck. I laughed softly, and put my arms around him. We kept this up for a long while, caressing and making sounds like the purring of cats, until we fell asleep together.