"If your mother could look upon your face with happiness and love, why can't anyone else?"

He stared at her with warning, until he just about cracked and died of want...need for love! He unloosened the string that held his mask in place, carefully removing it in hopes she would accept him... But he heard no squeal, no shout of unbelievable fright. He was actually confused, how could a woman as beautiful as she was look at him like that...with her eyes glistening and pretty. She smiled, stroking his cheek that was so rough with scars and body tissue she didn't know how to react.

She didn't know whether to shout or to kiss him to death. He must have been shunned, but then again, he truly was. According to the story Gerard told her, his mother was the only person on earth that actually cared for him, that actually loved him. His eyes, though very gentle, shed the worst tears imaginable. She wiped them away as quickly as she could, though he would keep producing new ones.

Then she knelt down in front of him, doing something neither of them thought they would do...she kissed him. The kiss was so powerful, yet so sweet, like a young child's first love. She enjoyed kissing him, the mere taste of red wine on his lips was so delicious, especially because it was his. From now on, any kiss, would be his kiss, she would kiss, nor fondle anyone else but him. They were now chained, chained by one kiss.

"Oh God, Maestro! I didn't know you could kiss so well!"

"I suppose it is one of the many talents I withhold."

"Your suspicion is right."

She grinned, sealing her lips onto his for a lusty kiss that could make her melt in his arms. He pulled her closer, her body heat causing him excitement. She wrapped her legs around his waist, still sitting with him on the picnic blanket, and he made a move each of them would regret...he tilted her back to lay on the faux grass of his faux forest. Her eyes stared up at him with uncertainty as he released her lips and quickly unbuttoned the bodice of her gown. She smiled at him, how she smiled he did not know, but he accepted her warm offer of love.

Her pulled the gown off of her and kissed every visible, smooth part of skin on her body. Her eyes flew back in mild ecstacy, grazing her tongue across the edge of her swollen, kissed lips. He carefully made quick work of her corset as she laid there and enjoyed his warm, pianist fingers make work of her body. While one hand unlaced her corset, the other hand pulled down her bloomers. He threw the clothing items across the faux forest and licked each breast once, not really knowing the way around her, but guessing as of what to do to her.

He thought before continuing the journey of her body, then deciding to undress himself. Christine looked up, she thought it was unfair that her poor Maestro had to undress himself, so she helped him out a bit. She unbuttoned his vest, loosened the cumberbund, and removed his buckle-engraved belt. She pushed each button out of the loop of his trousers, the slowly unzipped them. When she pulled them down to his knees, his erection sprung out at her. Her mouth went dry, her hands holding gently onto him, and she was confused at what to do next.

Should I touch it? She slowly let one hand envelope the mass of his manhood, so scared to do so though. She stared at him, uncertain of exactly what to do, when finally he showed her by guiding her shy hand to stroke it. She caught on, stroking him carefully, very cautious not to leave a scar on his body. Then she noticed a long pattern of criss-cross scar all along his thighs, but didn't say anything, just stared at him with sadness in her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"You have so many scars... What happened?" he hesitated, thinking of what to say to her that would make her happy again.

"My life... But don't worry about it! Now that I have you..." he kissed the top of her head,"I am very happy."

She smiled and kissed him back with gentle pressure. He carefully fondled her breasts, being sure not to leave his disgusting marks on her beautiful body. He truly was happy, he had finally gotten a chance of love he had not known. But he, being fifteen years older than her, didn't know she would be the woman that would come and save him from this state of depressing loneliness. She was the woman who came, the Angel that flew from Heaven just to be with him...he couldn't believe. A woman so glorious as Christine was more than willing to just give herself up to him.

It was beautiful thought, each of them together, maybe having a few children along the way. Her children... What a magnificent gift to receive! He bore into her eyes, feeling her fragile body shiver beneath him. He kissed her once more, savoring the distant taste of sweet, berries on her lips. Then he pushed her down, wild as she was, and entered into her quickly...

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"Wow!.. That was so...amazing!" he stared at her, happy that he had lost his virginity to this woman.

"It was, wasn't it?"

He lay beside her, on the faux grass by the blanket, her breathing calmed and slow. She let her hand fall from her shoulder onto the top of his manly chest, his head immediately turned to her. Though very ashamed of his nudity, he managed to kiss her with gentleness.

"You're divine."

"I think you mean YOU are, Maestro."

He stared happily at his new lover, forgetting all of his dark past and living in what was now created for him by the hands of a woman...a world of brightness and light.