FIRST FLOOR TO ROOFTOP
or
open doors are always an invitation
Rose's small talk:This Story practically developed itself from the end to the start...
You'll see.
Beta: once more the fantastic Asche/Swimmingrat
Rating: NC-17 hetero
Genre: Romance
Pairing: E/OC
Status: Complete
Warnings:
Wild mix of all the phantom-verses, mainly Kay and definitely AU
A lot of OOC'ness from Raoul's and Philippe's part (even if we never see him in persona). The Persian too and Erik…
Oh heck, Erik… Erik is just MY Erik.
What means, he's a medley of all the Eriks/Phantoms I know in literature, films, musicals mixed with a good brush of my own dirty, insane, phantasies and memories.
But, he always looks like Leroux/Kay Erik, just that his eyes only reflect in the dusty light of darkness, seems to be yellow-cattish; in peaceful daylight they have a color like midnight-sky, with golden sparkles, like falling stardust...
With this I bid you good bye and let you read...
***First Part***
or
MINE
I
A black shadow, disguised in tails swept around a pillar, cape billowing behind, black fedora drawn deep over glowing eyes.
"No one ever sees me..." the shadow's voice was full of sadness.
"I see you, lovely!"
The shadow halted and turned at the other, newly appeared shadow and beamed at him: "Hello my angel of darkness!"
The shadow, about a head taller than the first, flashed a bright smile and gently touched a cheek: "You're back, my blue-rose..."
"I'll always find my way back home, my beloved ghost..." her arms flew around his neck,"... even if I lost all my other paths..."
The taller shadow grappled her hand and disappeared in a doorway nearby by explaining: "Rat-cage, nobody here at this hour..." he laughed, "No visitors allowed!"
She just lifted his narrow hand to her mouth and placed a sparkling kiss upon it to thank him.
"Erik..." the soft voice whispered like a purr and he pulled her closer, pushed her further in to the room.
"Mine!" she stated and he nodded.
They smiled at each other, leaned in for another kiss and when they had to part in need for air he announced: "Mine!"
She nodded: "Yours, forever and ever!"
They both stumbled backwards when Erik lifted her up, pressed her back against the mirrors, capturing her sweet lips once more in a ravishing kiss.
He could see his grotesque face in the mirror over her shoulder as he buried himself deep in her trembling body, while she desperately clutched onto his slender shoulders, panting his name over and over with every hard trust and – he couldn't care less about his deformation.
"Mine..." he growled into her delicate ear.
"Mine..." she groaned in response, biting down hard on his neck, probably leaving a mark.
They sat on the wooden floor, still entangled, in the mess of their disheveled clothes and kissing tenderly, when a little noise could be heard from outside.
"Someone 's coming..." she whispered, "...we should leave, Erik."
He nodded, lifted her gently from his knees and stood: "Down to my lair, or back to your..."
She tiptoed and brushed a kiss to his mouth, cutting him off: "Your lair. Wouldn't make it to my mansion with this burning desire to make love to you over and over again, my Angel..." she put on her pants, "and I'm pretty sure every coachman in this city would be offset if the countess would do a such thing in his carriage!"
Erik couldn't help but start to giggle and blush: "You," he laid an arm around her waist, "are an unbelievable, shameless wonder, Countess!" and he leaned in to kiss her.
They disappeared through a mirror nearby into a dark corridor when the countess stifled a laugh: "Erik, didn't you forget something?"
The man in front of her stopped dead in his tracks, brought hand up to his face and groaned: "You're probably the only one being in the world who's capable to let me forget my mask..."
"No worry Love, I've got it..." she smiled at his back, placing her hands upon his hips, "... even there's no use for it tonight. 'can't kiss with that damn thing…"
He just smiled into the darkness ahead and quickened his pace.