THIS IS MY FIRST PUBLIC STORY!

So I happened to dream part of this up. Quite literally I dreamt that I spent the night with the Phantom. Though it was not like this. This is rated M for it's sexual references and content. I will bold the more racy scenes for those who would rather skip them, or right to then. Other than that thanks for reading.

Sitting in the dark of your room watching the start of one of your favorite movies on Earth. The Phantom of the Opera, Not knowing why you were so nervous. You've seen this movie over and over again, there is nothing that you haven't seen yet. You know all the lines and all of the songs. So why are you shaking? Not thinking much past that point, you settled in for the overturn. There are large red velvet curtains that surround your bed, sitting on black satin sheets as you moved large fluffy pillows around your self "Kind of like making a nest" you whispered out loud as you moved a pillow to the other side, then moving it back not quite making up your mind where it went. The deep and powerful music rang loud as the organ was played. You're humming the notes to yourself as you lay down.

Somehow you had dozed off some time in the middle of the movie. Waking up you see that there was something new about this scene. It was off somehow but you can't place what it as you sat up more you can hear the words clearly, "Will Erik survive Raoul's anger, or will he die not knowing love" you sit up and looked closer. Yes the roles were reversed, Erik was the one who was normally the killer type. Or were you wrong about that? Lost on this thought you look over and saw a figure hiding behind some of the large curtains. You aren't as scared as you should have been. More on the side of curiosity you leave the figure alone. You look back at the screen you had been watching and sigh. What I would give to show Erik love, even for a moment or two. As you stared at the moving pictures, something else began to move from behind the curtains.

Erik walked out from behind them and looked at you as he continued to walk past and sat down next to your little wall of pillows. His suit was pressed but thrown on in a haphazardly way. His shoes were untied but polished. His mask covering only half of his face but moving up so slightly to allow me sight to the scars that lie below it. And his hair, Oh his hair was as pitch as oil and looked to be as soft as velvet. You wanted to reach out and touch it, him. You lean towards him and said nothing but internally screamed his name. "Yes?" He said with a deep rich tone that makes you shake with want. you knew everything about this man, but knew nothing at the same time. Why were you so ready to just touch him and have him touch you back?

"Oh nothing, I didn't say anything." You idiot he saw you move! how stupid are you! "I promise I said nothing." He looks at you a bit longer then looks back at the movie. How could he watch his own movie? did he know it was about him? you just have to ask all these questions just to know. "Um… I have a question, well more like something to ask you… If you don't mind me asking you that is... " He looked back at you and qwickly moved into your small pillow nest. He hovered over you. Sitting crossed legged and he on his knees, making him taller and able to look down at you. "Speak your mind child!" He said with anger as you babble on. "Why are you here?" you squeaked out not knowing you had started to tear up. He reached out and wiped away the large tears forming on your cheeks. His face didn't change nor did his stance. "You wanted me here, therefore I came to your beckoning call."

You were breathless at his touch. He had power over you and you are in love with the feel of it. He moves his hand away from your face, you couldn't stifle the whimper that came with the withdrawal of his cool hand from your warm flushed cheek. His body tensed visibly as the noise reached his ears. He was stiff and waiting for its sweet sound to stop playing through his mind. "Did I hurt you just now?" His face softened as he looked deeper into your eyes. "No… no you didn't." you qwickly reached for his hand and held it in your hot palms. You could see this was more physical attention than he had ever received. You let go not knowing if he liked it. "Why did you stop?" His golden eyes warm up to yours as he spoke those words.

You have to try, you wanted to touch his hair to touch him in an intimate way. The mask a erie white in the glow of the TV screen. you reach up and he quickly caught your hand with his. "what are you doing!" Anger returning to his face once more. You shake with the sudden movement. "I'm sorry I wanted to … to touch you." His eyes didn't let go of any of its anger but his hand moves yours closer to his face. "So you wish to touch me? What draws you to want that?" He leaned in so that the tips of your fingers brushed his smooth cheek. "is it my skin? does it haunt you with its pale complexion?" You sigh at the touch. "Or is it… " He trails your fingers to the edge of his mask and let them linger there. "maybe you want to touch my most valuable piece of clothing." you gasp as he let the cold prosolin touch your fingers. "So it is my mask that you want to touch then." He said with a sly grin that makes you shiver. "This that hides the monster from your eyes! you wish to touch what little shields you from my wretched face." He pulls your hand up closer so that it pushed on his mask. "You're shaking with fear my dear child!" You look at him with a deep sadness. "No it's n - not fear" You whisper, "I wanted to touch your skin yes and your hair, I didn't mean to..." He looks into your eyes.

"To what?" He asks letting your hand slip a little "To hurt you." You look back and softly move your hand against his mask, trying to calm the man behind it.