Is This Love?
This was inspired by the play and movie. I tried to stay in character as best I could. I sadly do not own the phantom of the opera or Gerard Butler (even though I wish I did). Maybe I should make a soundtrack for this...anyways, Please Comment. I could use some pointers and such! Thanks for reading.
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"Do you love him?" She asked. My eyes locked with his at the question. His eyes burned through me, into my very soul where warmth spread through my body making me shiver from the drastic temperature change and passion. "Christine?" I jumped when I heard her voice. It seemed like only he and I were the only ones in the room when we locked gazes. I blushed and looked back at Meg with her questioning eyes. I knew I would have to answer in front of both of them. I looked back over her shoulder to lock gazes with him again. The only explanation for this feeling had to be love right? The feeling of warmth and adoration sizzling through my veins at his gaze. He had confessed his feelings long ago. But did he still feel that way? "Yes." I muttered so quietly I had to repeat myself since she didn't hear me. "What are you looking at?" She swiveled her head to look back at him and I almost started thinking he was going to get caught. But when I looked, there was no one there. "I was simply drifting." I replied before she could second-guess me.
He found me later, sitting at my vanity and brushing my long untamable chocolate curls out. I was attempting to plait it when his voice washed over me. "I like your hair down." There, in the mirror, he was right behind me. I almost jumped for he started me so. "May I?" I allowed him to take the brush from me and he slowly almost caressingly brushed my hair out in even strokes that made my knees shake and my heart beg for more. 'Erik…' He looked up and into my reflection. We caught each others gaze in the mirror and I felt a dizziness take over my body as my eyelids fluttered and my heart mimicked it. "Did you really mean it Christine?" His deep rich baritone voice gushed. I shivered and nodded. "Erik I really do. I love you so much. I just hope you love me too…"
He almost laughed at that. His shoulders shook and I heard a noise escape him somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He put the brush down and turned me so I was directly looking into his eyes. He bent down on his knees so he was almost eye level with me. He was so incredibly tall! My hands were taken hostage by his. "Oh Christine. I love you so much. I would die without you by my side for you are the very air I breathe." Tears poured down my face silently from his words. Never have I felt so stirred. My soul felt like it was soaring above the heavens for surely this, him, was a gift from God. My angel of music made flesh. His finger came up and hesitantly wiped the lingering tears from my face. I hugged him to me. Not willing to let him go. Ever. He was mine.
I pulled back enough so I could see his face. His eyes were shining with tears and they blossomed with his love for me. I took my hand and lightly traced his lips. My other hand massaged the masked side of his face (for he wore the half-mask today allowing me to see the undamaged side of his face, his lips and chin). My eyes questioned him silently. "Erik may I…may I remove this?" I asked. I wanted him to know I trusted him. I loved this man with my entire being including his face. In fact, I thought he was the most handsome man. His eyes burned through mine once again and he took a shaky breath and nodded. I gently, very gently peeled it away and set it on my vanity with the hairbrush. I lightly kissed the mangled side and then the smooth flawless side. Then looking into his eyes, I leaned down again. My eyes fluttered at the passion and then my lips were softly planted against his. Neither of us moved for fear we might ruin the moment. My eyes had drifted shut so I opened them to see him looking down at me fiercely. Suddenly he crushed me to him and his mouth moved over mine. I moaned audibly as he kissed me thoroughly and his tongue came out to trace my lips before parting the seam of it. When I gasped, his tongue went all the way into my mouth stroking it and teasing my palette before twining it around my tongue. I unconsciously grabbed at his lapels pulling him ever closer. I was rooted to the spot by his kiss. Heat ran through me from that tongue and burned down in my belly to pool in my knickers. I squirmed for a few minutes before he released my mouth only because we needed to breathe sometime. Meanwhile I was still locked in his firm embrace.
I hoped you guys liked that so far. There's more to come, of course. Who wouldn't want more of our steamy scene we've all been robbed of!? Please Read & Review!!!