Preword: Let us all be honest with ourselves for a moment...One of the best parts of E/C fanfiction stories is the many varied ways that the two love birds can figure things out and end up together. I, myself, have written quite a few short little blurbs about them exploring their feelings, some innocent, and some rated R. So why not make a casual folder dedicated to short story(one chapter length) get togethers? Life is too short to not share any and all E/C happiness that you possibly can!
What follows is a short E/C moment under the opera house. E and C have known each other for years as teacher and student. Warning of bad language, humorous moments and adult sexual situations. You don't need a big preamble here as the story sort of explains itself along the way from Erik's POV. Imagine whatever Erik you prefer and leave a review if you wanna have more short snippets of E/C goodness.
Together At Last
Tonight was not so lonely now that Christine had agreed to stay down under the opera with me. I felt glutted as I sat before the fire, although my stomach was empty since I was too nervous to eat earlier. Still, I reveled in knowing that she was just in the next room, sleeping safe and sound, under my wing.
As Christine's only guardian and protector for so many years now, I felt she was mine, and mine alone.
The issue had now arisen that she was not mine alone.
Raoul. Some pretty, blond haired fop had come into her life and started spiriting her away on dinners and carriage rides to the park. It wasn't fair that my carefully built relationship with Christine was now being strained by this intruder. It wasn't fair that I now had to compete for her attention. Music was the foundation of our relationship, so I drew on that and appealed to Christine's love of singing to get her down here. Now that she was the star of the show, and had been for the last two weeks, she needed more rest and to take better care of her voice. Who better to tend to her than me, the one who knows her best.
I don't know if I ever would have been brave enough to invite her to my home underground for some respite without the appearance of that boy, so there was one small positive from all the trouble he has caused.
He did seem to treat her with respect and would be able to provide for her through his father's money. Perhaps it was time for Christine to seek her own place in the world and leave the walls of this opera house.
I am just her deformed Maestro, and it was my own foolish heart that fell in love with my not-so-little-anymore Christine. She is a woman now, and deserves to be courted by rich, romantic men...who bring her ridiculously large flower arrangements, and drag her all over the city...showing her off for the jewel she is...
I could never be enough for a beautiful soul like Christine.
"Maestro?" Her precious voice tickled my ears and I stood from my seat by the fire to find her a few feet away, swathed in a blanket. "I'm cold."
I held out my hand to lead her around the chaise. "Join me by the fire. We will have you warm quickly." She sat beside me and I put my arm around her to rub her back briskly. The action made my lips quirk in their own version of a smile as I remembered the first few times I touched Christine's hand or hair, how hesitant we both used to be around each other. Granted, she had every right to feel hesitant around a man who had pretended to be an angel.
Although her angel gave her peace when she was little, I could not keep up the charade once she had lost those chubby little girl cheeks. There was a time I thought she would not forgive me, but my little Christine eventually confessed she wanted me in her life still. After that, her voice training really took off. I was able to coach her better with my hands and see her comprehension in her eyes when she understood the techniques. But all our training only brought her to the notice of a certain blond fairy from her past, so who could say if I should have remained hidden and at a distance. It may also have saved me from falling so fully and completely for her trusting eyes and caring soul. "I will purchase extra blankets for your bed. Forgive me for my chilly home. I do hope it won't ruin your stay here."
She smiled. "I like it here. It's so quiet and peaceful. Like another world." She seemed sleepy as she snuggled closer, resting her head on my shoulder. My arm stopped its ministrations because it would make for a bumpy head rest for her. Due to her position I had limited choices with what to do with my arm. Down by her rear end or around to her shoulder. The second seemed safer, but as I cupped her shoulder I realized I had just hugged her to me, as if she was mine to do such things with.
Did Raoul hold her when they were on their outings?
She felt so large beside me, as if she had grown again when I was sure her growing days were far behind her. My hand was frozen on her upper arm, afraid to bring too much attention to what I'd done. It has been some time since we engaged in an embrace and although this was only half of one, my impression was that Christine had no desire to hug me anymore. As a child she would throw her arms around me often, and even as a willowy adolescent. But in the last six years, we carefully remained at a professional distance. I was her teacher and mentor, and she my student and charge. But as she began to show more maturity both physically and mentally, my love for her began to twist, and there was no chance for my tattered heart.
Said heart was currently pounding at her proximity. I'm sure she could hear it, and my faux pas with the half hug had me trying to think of some intelligent conversation, as I stared at the fire. My sweet girl spoke first.
"Something has happened that we must speak about."
"What is it, dear?"
"Raoul has proposed to me."
My heart stopped as my arm clawed her ever closer. "WHAT? How dare he! It has barely been two weeks! When... How did...WAIT! What did you say?" Horror had my throat drying up.
Her hand rose from the blanket to pull out a huge sparkling ring hanging from her chain. "I told him I could not give him an answer yet, but he made me take the ring!" She sounded suitably aghast.
My brain was spitting out various things to say, but my heart was trembling too precariously to form any coherent words. She went on about him kissing her and how she thought it felt strange, but like she was only dreaming and how he held doors and chairs for her and treated her like a princess. How he makes her laugh...
"Do you...love him?" I heard my voice as if from a distance ask the easiest and yet the hardest question first.
"I...I don't know..." She lapsed into silence, trembling against me under the blanket, and I made myself release her to tend the fire. I wasn't entirely sure it wasn't me trembling against her.
I knocked the burning pieces around in agitation, to create air flow, and then optimally placed the new pieces of hard wood. All this time I gained by having her down here with me was going to pass us by, and she would go above, and marry the fop, and be gone from my life forever.
I couldn't let that happen. I had to do something! I had to TRY to win her! She said she liked it down here in my cave. That must mean something coming from her smiling lips so easily.
I clapped my hands to remove any dirt and straightened my trousers as I stood. I wanted to sit and put my arm around her again, but could never be so bold. She was watching me with that little smile on her beloved face and I wondered if Raoul could manipulate this look onto her face. She looked so sweet and soft sitting on my chaise wrapped in the blanket from her bed. She seemed extremely comfortable in my home with me and my selfish ego wanted to keep her here forever.
I have helped to raise her and keep her safe. Who does this boy think he is, stealing my girl away from me? What Christine and I had was at least real, compared to fancy dinners and extravagant picnics in the park. Would she be content to remain a spinster just so I can keep her in my life forever? I had to say something, and so I started where I was most curious and threw caution to the wind.
"Christine?" I started.
"Yes, Maestro?"
"This kiss you shared with Raoul..." I tried not to sneer. "Did it warm your heart? Was it pleasing to you?"
She couldn't look at me. "I don't know." She squirmed slightly. "It seemed awkward to me. I was too shocked to enjoy it, I think. He should have asked me first so I could be prepared."
He was not as perfect as he looked! I still had a chance! I slowly made my way to the chaise with my hands clasped behind my back so she would not see them shaking.
"I have never kissed a woman before, but I imagine that it would, and should, feel like a glorious, wondrous thing. Not awkward or strange at all." Take that, flower boy.
Her eyes were on me again and her smile was growing as I sat beside her once more. "You are joking with me. You must have kissed some woman before?"
She always managed to surprise me with her questions. I could never predict what her reaction would be, and I decided it was time for the moment of truth. I met her amused, curious gaze with my ever, serious masked expression.
"There is only one love, one woman, I wish to embrace, and would hate to impose my deformed lips upon hers without her express permission." Our eyes were locked and I could see hers widen slightly as she wondered who I loved. "I also have been hesitant to ask her permission because of our long association and close professional relationship." Her eyes seemed to spark with the awareness that she was the only one to fit that description in my life and therefore, I was confessing my heart to her.
"Only one love? In your whole life?" That was her question?
"Is that not how it is meant to be? Falling in love with one radiant, delightful creature and being willing to do anything, even die, for your love?" She wasn't shying away from me, if anything my last statement brought her closer, with her dainty hand covering mine where it sat on my leg.
"Don't speak of dying..." She was staring down at our hands on my leg and I heard the trembling breath enter her lungs. She seemed about to cry and I wondered if I upset her with my confession.
I took her hand from my leg into both of mine and she, startled, looked up with a shiny gloss to her eyes. I couldn't read the expression on her face. "Tell me what you wish of me, dearest Christine. I will do anything you ask. Anything to make you happy." I stopped my stumbling tongue, but she was hanging on my every word.
"Erik...?" She was gazing up at me, and I couldn't help thinking the tilt of her face would allow me access to her lips. Was she giving me permission? I slowly leaned closer, my breath halting as she watched with shining eyes. I could not allow for any mistakes and she had unknowingly given me some advice in these sorts of interactions.
"May I kiss you, Christine?" I asked politely as her lashes fluttered down. Her nod was weak, but her nose brushed my mask with her movement so there was no denying the nod. I said a prayer that I would not make a fool of myself and then touched her lips very softly with mine. I did not want to rub my mask against her sweet cheeks so I kept our kiss very light, even though my head was reeling with the exquisite feel of her warm soft lips on my cold twisted pair. How many times have I imagined this moment?
Our lips only communed for a few seconds, just a small taste of her warmth, and I pulled away to ensure she was not disgusted. Her lashes were down, her lips parted and she breathed out lightly, her fingers tight on my hands as if trying to keep me close. "I knew Raoul did it wrong." I cringed to hear his name after our first kiss. Would it be our only kiss? Why was she not opening her eyes? "Why did you never ask me for a kiss?" She queried softly and I spoke the truth.
"I would rather live forever with unrequited love than lose you to disgust."
Her beautiful eyes opened to gaze at me in wonder. "I will tell Raoul that I cannot marry him."
I couldn't help the surge of triumph and glee at her statement. "Truly?"
"Erik!" Her eyes flashed as she grabbed my shirt front to shake sense into me. "I love you wildly! I thought if I admitted my love, you would feel uncomfortable and turn away from me...stop training me..." She trailed off as I reached with awe to touch her face, tracing the familiar line of her jaw for the very first time with my fingers.
"You? You love...me?" My unbelieving stare must have looked amusing because she smiled and touched my chin affectionately as she nodded happily.
"And you love me?" She asked it as if she couldn't believe her luck, her eyes so hopeful and full of light. I pulled her up out of her seat and into my arms as a powerful sensation rode through my limbs. I spun her around and around, the blanket flying in our wake. She laughed and clung to me tightly, like she would never let go. After a few too many spins, my head was spinning to keep up with this fantastic turn of events. I put her down, but kept my grip on her.
She loved me?!
Talking her out of marrying Raoul was one thing, but she has claimed to love me!
"I love you with every inch of my being, Christine. I am an ugly wretch of a man, but I will warm your heart and soul every night and day with my love." Her answer was a smile that stretched from her mouth to her entire face, glowing from her eyes, and inspired by the sight, I cupped her face to kiss her again. This time our lips melted together, the mask pressed between us and her hands clutched at me, drawing me to her ripe body. My blood quickened and I pulled back with mounting carnal thoughts. She moaned softly as her fingers grasped at my clothing.
"Erik?" She slithered near and I had to bite back a groan. "How do you do that to me so easily? When you sing and when you play and now when you kiss me...It's so...so...Do I do that to you?" She pulled back with curiosity.
"Yes, you do." I wasn't sure what she was speaking of, but I knew the correct answer was affirmative. Knowing that she was choosing me over that fair haired boy was highly arousing, as well as that second kiss we shared after my vow of love. I tried to step back to keep her from feeling my erection, but she moved with me, not allowing me to escape.
"You have been warming my heart and soul for years, Maestro. It felt so right, but I never understood why I felt so good around you." Her gaze was adoring and I reached around her neck to remove the gaudy bauble from her throat. My heart was beating like a drum as I deftly pocketed the ring and replaced her necklace from her father.
"I should not have hid my love from you, Christine."
"Oh, I knew you loved me. I just didn't think you loved me the way I wanted you to love me. Can you forgive me for failing us?"
"Dearest," I cupped her face. "I was weak and afraid, so afraid to lose you that I never even thought to hope you may return my love. But now..."
"Now we love." She closed the distance and kissed me herself. Her lips sought mine with sweet tenderness and I answered with a hunger long held at bay. As I gave into the desire, panic welled up from the raw feel of my want, my tightening grip on her. But she was pulling me closer too, pressing her mouth insistently over mine, pressing the mask uncomfortably to my sensitive face. Not so uncomfortable that I would stop, but the realization that her hunger for me was equal to mine, made desire swell dangerously below the belt. When we pulled apart this time we were both out of breath and my trousers were fit to burst. I swept her up into my arms without thinking and began walking to my bedroom.
"Where are we going?" She asked softly though there was little doubt as to where I could possibly be headed.
"To bed. It is late and we should rest." In each others arms. I expected some form of protest from Christine, but it never came. She was curiously silent as we entered and I laid her out on my bed. There was a moment where I hesitated above her, wanting to shed my clothing as she straightened her thick robe to cover her legs better and glanced around curiously. I did not want to frighten her, so I climbed onto the bed beside her still fully clothed and she rolled to wedge her hands beneath her cheek.
"I have a question." She announced as I propped my head up on my bent arm, the other hand tracing down her arm. "Would you please show me your true face? Have I finally proven my devotion to you and our pursuits?"
Her innocent expression and hopeful gaze kept me from recoiling with angst, and gave me a moment to realize she has been more than patient with me and my insecurities. How many years now has she allowed me to hide behind this mask? I nodded, not trusting my voice, and palmed the mask, popping it off and placing it carefully between us on the bed. By her own admission she loved me wildly, so I tried to think positively as I lifted my lashes to watch her seeing my face for the first time. Her expression didn't really change as she explored my newly uncovered face with curious eyes. She brought one caressing hand to my thin cheek and hummed an appreciative sound. Suddenly, she slid closer on the bed and wound her arms around my neck, the mask lost somewhere in a sea of her hair. "I imagined it much worse than this. Thank you for trusting me."
Her lips reached for me as her eyes fluttered closed and I barely had time to think before I felt Christine's face pressed intimately to mine. My heart thundered with approval and I groped for her body blindly, overcome by the feel of such intimacy. She was the aggressor for a time as I floundered under the weight of her acceptance. I wanted to sob into her bosom for being so constant, for being the light in my lonely life, and now she was laying in my bed, kissing me...
I hesitantly drifted my hands around her waist, bringing her closer. Although her abundant hair called to be stroked, I only played with it for a moment. My hands yearned for her warm shape and softness, and I focused on the exploration down over her clothed back as she arched provocatively, silently encouraging my progression. I kept sweeping my hands over her womanly figure, learning the curves and hearing all the sounds she made as I caressed her and kissed her. Her nimble fingers were suddenly on the buttons of my shirt and I wondered how far this would go. Heady feelings clouded my thoughts as I realized my dreams were coming true. Christine loved me and was removing my clothing, wanting to touch me, lay with me, make love to me. I would make her mine this instant, except that she was a religious girl and must be feeling her sin... Although her dainty hands were tugging the shirt from my pants.
I allowed her to remove my shirt since my body couldn't be any worse than my face, and while she was busy, my eyes strayed down to her nightclothes, imagining the sweet nightshirt of fine material underneath this long, thick robe. Would she allow me to unclothe her? Perhaps just one of her layers? Her robe for my shirt?
She couldn't look at me as I peeled her out of the covering and I realized why when I found her naked beneath the robe. My ears were ringing and I felt a little guilty, but she didn't even try to stop me! My eyes still swept covetously down her body to see the symphony of her skin set before me.
Her slim arms slid around my neck, cutting off my vision of her splendour, but she pressed her entire body against mine, rolling sensuously, her breasts flattened against my chest, so I said nothing. "This feels so marvelous." She spoke the words straight from my heart. "I never want this feeling to end." Her voice had a slight whine to it and I quickly got over my shock so I could capitalize.
"It doesn't have to end." I kissed her neck and ear as my hands split up to cover more of her bare territory. My fingers spread on her smooth back and bottom, cupping, tensing, releasing and roving. "I would make love to you this very moment, make you mine for all eternity, but I will stop at your command..."
Her hand clapped over my mouth. "Blasphemy!" She chirped. "I have loved you for years, Erik! Please, make me yours, my guardian, my angel..." I cut off her words with a probing kiss and rolled her to her back. My hands memorized the feel of her form that my eye had already put to memory. She was incredibly beautiful and perfect. As opposite from me as possible. I traced my fingers to her epicenter and stroked her lovingly. I was entirely unworthy and just as determined to prove to her I could be worthy. I poured myself into loving her, kissing, touching, stroking, and holding her precious body close.
At one point she shook against me, digging her nails into my arms and she breathed out my name as sexual completion, orgasm, rippled through her. I stared at her, fully relishing the sight as my cock jealously swelled to the breaking point.
I wanted to pounce on her, but instead kissed her shoulder nicely, as I only imagined pressing her into my bed with sexual vigor. Her eyes met mine and the dark desire residing in hers was a foreign thing to see. While I was busy staring at those bewitching eyes, her hands attempted to loosen my pants. I rolled away from her enough to strip off my pants, and the smile that spread my lips felt very predatory.
As I rolled back to her, I lightened the heavy mood slightly by singing a little tune I have been working on. "Past the point of no return...the final threshold...what warm unspoken secrets will we learn..." She giggled and shimmied close, with her hands splaying on my chest.
"I love your voice." She whispered, pressing tiny kisses to my throat. My naked erection rubbed against her soft belly and the feel had me wanting more immediately. Right now. No more waiting. I rolled her to her back somewhat deliriously and adjusted us into a suitable position.
I took her chin in my hand and her wide eyes looked startled, but not at all scared. "This act is as binding as marriage." I reminded her of the significance, and when she nodded and watched me expectantly, I flexed my hips and pierced Christine with my sword of triumphant glory.
My mind shattered as her body embraced me. I dimly heard her cry out, and paused to give her time to adjust, but I also needed the time to adjust. The feelings inside me swirled and it was a good thing she wrapped her arms solidly around me, because I felt like I was flying, soaring, breaking from the bonds that held me in this pitiful existence and sketching the light of our love across the sky.
Time lost meaning as our bodies danced to an ancient rhythm, and although I'd imagined something raw and primitive to take my pleasure, I moved slowly, learning and savouring the sensations, and I feasted my eyes upon Christine's pleasure filled features. I thanked God that, of all my body parts He messed with upon my creation, He left my cock alone.
All too soon my soul was rising to tangle with hers. I could feel it building inside me to overtake her. I quickly pulled away from my woman and she whimpered and followed.
"Why did you stop?"
"I had to." She groaned sensuously as she reached for my lips. We kissed ardently for a moment, but I held her off with a chuckle. "My intoxicated flower. I had to stop or I would be...um...finished far before you."
She draped her body half over mine in defeat and sighed. "I felt as if something was looming ahead, but you stopped." She was pouting and another smile curled my face. Not having the mask on was having an effect on my humour.
"We can try another arrangement?" I suggested.
"Arrangement? What do you...whoop!" I didn't let her finish before flipping her around and spooning her tightly, drifting one hand down from her throat to breast, to belly and beyond.
"Another arrangement of arms and legs, and bodies beating in time." The wet swollen head of my shaft was wedged between her thighs and she pressed back against me, innocently offering me a very arousing position. I grabbed her thigh and spread her legs apart as I pressed up into her folds from behind. Her back arched and her hand slapped to my hip to feel the motion of my body riding in and out of her.
"Oh God, Eriiiik!" Her head was thrown back, her nails digging into my skin and her bottom wiggled every time I thrust upward. She was an erotic angel and I was overjoyed that I had the power to make her so.
My soul tried to rush out to meet hers again and I quickly stopped and pulled away. She writhed on the bed in frustration. "You are torturing me!"
"Let us try another arrangement." I quickly pulled her on top of me and her knees slid to each side of my hips. Her mouth opened prettily as my cock jumped against her flower petals. "Would you care to try it this way?"
"I suppose it would feel just as nice as the other ways..."
"Better." I prompted, but her brow came down worriedly.
"How do you...know?" I could see in her eyes that she had an errant thought that I was some philanderer, a masked Don Juan.
"A special book, I will show you later." My grin was naughty, but my focus was her, and her smile returned.
"I have a silly request." She looked hesitant suddenly and I caught her elbows to draw her closer.
"Anything you need, my love. Tell me?" She touched my grotesque face and I was a little shocked to feel her fingers on my skin. I didn't think she could look at me so lovingly without my mask on.
"I love you, Erik. And your face is somehow...familiar to me, as well as being as unique as you are." This was emphasized with a slow caress from temple to chin. "I want to kiss every crevice and cranny...another night. Tonight...tonight..." She reached out and fondly gathered the mask into her gentle hands. She then held the mask out to me. "I want to make love to my Maestro."
I put on the fucking mask.
She rode me like I was her stallion and honestly, I felt like her stallion. She was mine! After years of caring for her, my heart grew to envelope her, which led to years of pining and desperate dreams to keep me warm at night. But now Christine was riding me into the bed! I had to remind myself to stay in the moment and not just lay there in a fit of laughter and tears at how good it felt to finally join with my Christine. I concentrated on her glowing face and when her eyes came back to me I could see all her emotion for me staring back at me, so plainly it was like reading a book. What a glorious feeling to have my desire and want matched by my sweet angel, thrust for thrust.
This time when I felt my very being gathering to charge at her, I didn't stop it or try to hold it back. I rode the wave of power we created and succumbed to our love. Christine cried out as her soul tangled with mine, mating in the final glowing embers of our passion.
She sagged over me, her sweet breath fanning over my mouth. "I love you." Her words were slurred and more than welcome. I thought it might be possible for my heart to burst with love, as my cock just did.
"I love you, my dearest Christine." She snuggled in, content to hold my cheerful penis within her body. I remembered the whole reason she'd emerged from her room and quickly asked as a joke, "Are you warmer now?"
"Much." She wiggled in delight and I remembered another key moment from earlier.
"You may have been cold due to your lack of nightgown."
"Oh, I never wear one. Gets tangled in my legs, bunched around my stomach, terribly uncomfortable, and hot...blah they're the worst. Sleeping naked is better for you anyway."
I wasn't about to argue with any of that and just smiled as I held my prize close. I had to remember to mail that ring back to its owner tomorrow.
With a thank you card.