"You try, my patience. Make your choice." He said as calmly as he could. She looked to the ground letting tears slip down her face. He turned away from her waiting, always waiting. Christine looked to Raoul hoping he would forgive her. She looked up at her Angel.
"Beautiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known?" She slowly stood and went to him. "God give me courage to show you, you are not alone." In one swift motion she turned him and claimed his lips. She made her choice. Her Angel of Music. They broke away for a brief moment and their eyes met. They were both amazed. Erik had never been kissed before and when he thought of being given a kiss it was always by this woman. Christine had kissed a few men including Raoul but nothing compared to how this one man kissed her. Yes she dared to think of him as a man. Not a monster or a ghost or a phantom, no he was a man. But a man she was in love with. Erik did not hesitate in leaning forward and taking her lips with his. A kiss full of passion and want. She snaked her hands up his chest wrapping them around his neck. Erik put his arms around her pulling her to him. Christine moaned into the kiss when she felt him. She felt the evidence that his body wanted her and who was she to deny him. She loved him did she not? Or was she doing this to save Raoul? No, no she loved him.
She broke the kiss and turned her head to find Raoul gone. When she blinked she found herself in Erik's bedroom. He was still holding her close and she could still feel his want. He kissed her again and slowly ran his hands along her curves. His fiery eyes met her blue crystals. "You're so beautiful." He said in a whisper.
He let his hands wander to the clasps of the wedding gown his eyes never leaving hers seeking for permission. Christine gave a single nod and his fingers went to work. She tugged his shirt over his head to reveal a scared body. Her gown finally fell to the floor as she went to trail her hands gently across each scar. Christine looked into his eyes and led him to the bed making him lay on his back. He smiled as she climbed on top of him and she smiled back. She kissed each scar she could see trailing her tongue across with the ones that were swollen and creased. She heard him hiss each time and she felt him grow harder.
She lifted her body sitting on top of him and began to undo her corset. Their eyes never left each other. When it was finally undone she tossed it carelessly in the corner not really caring where it landed. Besides her pantalets she was bare to this man she knew she loved. Erik rolled her over on her back and kissed her gently bringing his hand up to toy with her breasts. Before she knew it they were completely bare to one another. He placed one hand between her legs and they moaned together. "Oh, my sweet Christine you are so wet my love. You are so ready for me." He fingers began to tease her and then she felt him. But just before he took her, her eyes shot open and she awoke in her bed at the De Chaney manor.
She fell back onto the pillows with a plop and in a cold sweat. She ran her fingers through her hair. What was she to do her wedding to Raoul was in almost a month and she loves another man. A man that she knew still loved her but was nowhere to be found because he did not want to be found. She wondered if he wanted her to find him. She started to think of places he would hide and never be found by anyone but her and that were very few. As she thought her eyes grew heavier and her mind wandered to what would happen if they were to meet again. Christine fell into a dream of fantasies and love. A dream where her and her Erik made love again and again without a care in the world.
Yeah I know it's not that long but please don't hate :( ... any who just a little recap ... this is a while after the opera burns down and when Christine starts having second thoughts .. but I don't think I really needed to tell you that lol.