<br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Saturday, January 11th - 5:30 AM</strong></span><br/><em>3rd Floor Office / Bedroom</em></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/images/simeon-panda-1.jpg)</div><strong>WHO:</strong>Eric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316749.msg15283321#msg15283321)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Shorts<br/><strong>DOING:</strong>Comfort<br/><strong>NOTE:</strong>NSFW<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Marley | Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Eric slept less and less post Eclipse in the darkness he couldn’t sleep.  It was where he felt the most powerful.  He was one with the night.  He felt the house, outside by the light of the moon his eyes opened and when dawn was approaching he felt his grip slipping.  His mind simply reminding him in all of this he was this thing!<br/><br/>He was the inky blackness that most people feared…hated cause in the back of their minds they feared being blinded and how the night and the dark was something they couldn’t fight, cause they didn’t know what was in it.<br/><br/>When the first knock came he smirked, he went to brush his teeth, he felt her there.  His lover…even if she wouldn’t admit it and even if times he had to share her.  They always found one another they came back to that level of comfort they had when the war started, continued, ended.  They were in each other's arms and they truly had a bond…despite the fact that she fought it.<br/><br/>He stopped trying to fight it when they made love through her tears that night when it seems the very world was coming to an end.  She not only slept with him, but she also slept in his arms.  He held her so tightly when the end came he knew there was no place on earth he would rather be.<br/><br/>The door opened and he was looking at her.  “You are knocking again Marley?  You know that the door is always open for you.”  He smiled his room was spotless, he kept it need as he was the night guardian not needing to sleep as much left him with more free time than he knew what to do with, but as he stood there in just a dark pair of shorts he looked at her.<br/><br/>She was the woman to which his heart sang.   She not only came for comfort but found comfort in her.  He licked his lips as he knew she was trying to impress him or dress for him.  He found it amusing!  To him, Marley could make a paper bag look like the height of fashion simply because she was in it.  The fact that she tried made him smile more.  “Is there something you want Mar?”<br/><br/>He pulled her inside and closed the door.  It locked on its own, it looked like. He had enjoyed her as one, two, three of him.  But his favorite was simply to make love to her to make her feel wanted and desire for who she was not just because she was there.  He held her as a piece of soft music played in the background, she was back in his arms again as their lips met.  She was his one desire.  His hand behind her head, the other at the small of her back just caressing apex of her butt that his fingers grazed as he held her closer