Sweet Dreams of O.G.(Opera Ghost)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor the wonderfully written masterpiece/play/movie "The Phantom of the Opera"...only this story plot.
Author's Note: Oneshot. ErikXChristine may be out of character.
He watched closely as she slumbered and softly called his name. He wondered how many restless nights she had been like this. Though now he was by her bedside and gave in to his secret desires as he slipped in under the covers to join her. Hardly knowing that she was actually dreaming, she snuggled closely towards him. His heart began to race as she moved toward his body heat. He began wondering if she was actually asleep or not. Softly he began to touch her hair and kiss sweet butterfly kisses all over her face. She began to stir from her slumber as he caressed her body. His hands wandered and he trailed kisses where he so boldly explored. Her eyes opened dreamily and she worried as she saw this strange mystery man in her bed. She was about to scream when a hand clasped over her mouth, ever so gently. "I'm not here to hurt you my love," he softly whispered in her ear. His warm breath was like a caress and her stomach was feeling strange to his simple actions. Why was she so attracted to this mystery man when she hardly knew him. He released her mouth and she could not take her eyes off his built tan body. His clothes hid most of his muscles though it was evident they were there. His heart stirred as his sleeping beauty carefully watched his every move. He did not intend to frighten her though now he knew she was dreaming before she awoke. "What do you wish to do to me?" She squeaked. As she spoke she felt flushed as if she had been kissed and recalled her so-called dream before she awakened. Her gasp sounded so loud in the room as she discovered he was touching and kissing her body. He met her eyes and felt a bit ashamed to see her discovery as she moved away from him. "No my sweet love. Please do not turn away from me. I only wish to pleasure you as I heard you call me in your dreams." Her mind became hazy as she tried to recall more of her actual dream and of this name he spoke of. Could this masked man actually be Erik? She wondered. "Erik?" She called out to the masked man. "Alas, my beauty, it is I." He answered. Her arms found his neck as she passionately kissed him soundly on his lips. He was so caught off guard that he sighed as she kissed him. "Oh how I missed you!" She softly told him. "My sweet little one did you not know it was I?" The Phantom of the Opera asked Miss Daee. "How could I with this mask, though those eyes are hard to forget..." She replied lovingly. They embraced each other as the night took over with darkness and only their love shown like the stars up from above.