I told you we'd see each other again

She laughed and pulled his face down towards hers, her lips now only barely touching his lips, "I think you know." she said as she kissed him deeply. They had after all lived through their past lives together. He knew how she had died and who had done it, although she wasn't sure if he beleived Godric capable of doing such a thing. She broke away from the kiss after a few moments, "Do I need to explain?" she asked as she looked him in the eyes.

Emil bent down and deepened the kiss. He pulled away for a moment, "You needn't explain it to me, it should come natural to us. I didn't expect you to turn around oh so quickly, you seem like such a dignified woman that the mere thought that you'd ask....". He trailed off a bit. He kissed her again on the lips, then looked for something to cover him. He didn't want to hurt Christy in any way possible. He found something stashed among miscellanea of a desk, the barrier to an early family. Just what he needed.

He slipped off his clothes, and laid upon the couch, awaiting his love.

[Fade out]

Christy moaned into the kiss a little saddened when he pulled away from her. She laughed a little at his comment as he kissed her again. She could be a normal hormonal teenager too when she wanted to. She watched him look around for something, no doubt something to keep them from having a child and she followed him over to the couch removing her clothes.

[fade out]

Christy laid curled up next to him on the couch as smile gracing her beautiful face. Her hair was fanned out around them now, messy from they encounter. She looked up at him and kissed him on the lips. "I don't think I've ever done that on my couch." she said laughing a little.

"I've never done this before, ever, let alone on a couch. Usually it's done on a bed, but hey, whatever works is good enough for me", Emil said. His hair was mussed up, and he was cuddling his beloved close to him. His eyes were half closed in tiredness. He wouldn't fall asleep, though, since that would be rude of him to do so. Instead, he kept his mind off of his drowsiness by talking.

"I wonder if Godric and Daniel would ever...you know. They deserve each other, I can't imagine one without the other now", it was a genuine question, but he only asked because he was preventing sleep.

Christy looked at him. She kind of felt a little bad that she was his first and he wasn't hers. Although it had been like that in lives before. Christy let out a yawn as she looked up at him, "I think they would." she replied, she knew her cousin all too well. "I mean I'm not going to pry in his head to find out but if they did it wouldn't surprise me."

She kissed him on the lips noticing how he was tired to. "Do you want to go to bed liebe?" she asked looking him. She was just about ready to go to sleep herself and she could tell he was fighting sleep.

"Good, I'm glad. I wouldn't pry either, because that would be bad of me, but yeah. However, I would help them along...you know...with all sorts of crazy stuff, like pranks", Emil said, smiling softly. He stretched and yawned, "I could use a nap right now, I feel quite tired. You can clearly see I hadn't done this before, as one that has would probably not be as tired". He waited for Christy to get up first, since he didn't want to seem indignant or rude by pushing her off. His etiquette made him seem like a stickler.

Christy got up off of the couch in her room and walked over to the bed. She motioned for Emil to follow her as she slipped between the silken sheets sighing comfortably. "Just imagine being able to see everything in one person's mind and them you." she said looking at him. "Thats me and Godric, we've gotten better at controlling it over the years."

She smiled at him, "I wouldn't say that." she said, "You aren't the only one who is extremely tired." she said giggling a little. "We'll just have to make sure neither of us is so tired afterwards next time." she said thinking about what they had just done. She had never been with someone that had been so willing or outgoing and she had to laugh a little at that.

Emil got up after Christy got off the couch. He followed her as she motioned for him to do so, but he seemed to walk with a drunken stagger. It tended to happen whilst in a tiring stupor, as did his voice becoming a smaller whisper. It was his muscles telling him they couldn't take anymore.

"That would be the most horrible thing I'd ever experience. No offense, but I hate people reading my mind or having some mental link to me. That's why I'm going to learn Occlumens, so nobody can read my mind when I don't want them to". Emil had a fear of being read like a book, though it was pretty easy to do so.

"Well, how can we do that? I mean, we can't go super slow or do anything to conserve energy, since that's all that it's about. Reproduction and energy expending. Well, not for the purpose of the last thing, but you know". He slipped between the sheets, laying his head down upon the pillow. He fell asleep as his head landed there.

Christy would have answered Emil but he was out like a light the second his head hit the pillow. She laughed a little as she curled up next to him, laying her head on his chest and drifted off to dream herself. It had been one thing she definately missed was sleeping next to him like they had the first night they had met.

In the morning Christy woke up before Emil and was careful to move out of her bed without waking him. She went into her bathroom to take a shower. She enjoyed the warm water hitting her skin as she cleaned herself. She wrapped up in a towel afterwards and walked into her room making her way to her giant walk in closet that really was probably the size of a small house, but it was where all her clothes and everything was kept.

Emil whimpered softly in his sleep after Christy left the bed; he was having a major nightmare, one where she was in danger and he was unable to save her. Then, he was jolted awake by it. He saw that Christy wasn't there and started to worry. His mind was at ease when he heard the running water of the shower. Of course, it could've been someone else, but he assumed it to be Christy.

Instead of getting up, he laid back a little, closing his eyes. He wasn't going to fall back to sleep again, no. He was just resting his eyes because they hurt from the bright sunlight that poured in golden from the outside. Once he felt that his eyes were strong enough to take on the day, he finally got up. He'd taken his clothes with him before they'd headed to the bedroom, so he put them back on. He yawned a little.

As soon as Christy was done in the shower, he stripped down again and jumped in when he was sure that she'd left. He sighed happily as he turned on the shower to a colder setting, allowing the rain-like drops to gather on his skin and fall. The clear dotting became clear stripes as they seemed to run away. He lathered soap across everything; from the delicate skin of his throat to the calluses of his toes. He rinsed the snow-white lather away, letting it form on the little rivers of water that washed over his body and down the drain.

He stepped out and dried himself off, the tiny stripes of water diminishing and drying up like a real river. He dressed once the stripes dried up on his skin, and cleaned up a little bit. He came back to the room, sitting on the bed, waiting.