Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera or anything having to do with it. I make no profit from this writing, it is purely for my enjoyment and the hopeful enjoyment of others.
Note: This is short. It is a drabble. It is not meant to be lengthly or epic. There are three more installments coming, and they'll probably of of this length, perhaps a bit longer. My aim was not something plotworthy, but instead some sneak peeks into Erik and Christine's lives based on the seasons. Don't like it? Tough titties, just go read something else. XD
Seasons of Love
Part One
-Summer-
Erik thrust his swollen member deep within her welcoming body with a cry of pleasure, his eyes flashing in passion for a brief moment, before sliding shut.
Christine's body arched upward as she took Erik deeper inside of herself, feeling his erection press into her most sensitive areas.
Stars danced behind her eyes as Erik moved hard against her, the pleasure too overwhelming to be gentle. The rhythm of the meeting of their bodies was not unlike one of Erik's operas. Filled with angst, struggle and conquest, bitter-sweet until an explosion of truth and beauty at the end.
Gone was her careful, unsure husband, and in his place was a passionate, nearly brutish lover.
Her very own Don Juan.
And she loved it.