A/N: Final Chapter (depending on how long this ends up being…) Now I have nothing to occupy my time with, how depressing! It's been fun, I may not be the best author, but I really did enjoy writing this. I hope you all enjoyed, please review and tell me what you thought. Romance is certainly not a domain I would regularly delve into, but this has really been great. It took a little while to get this chapter up, but I haven't had much time to write lately. There isn't much dialogue in this chapter, I don't know, talking seems to ruin it ;)
I will warn you now; this chapter is certainly not for younger audiences WHATSOEVER. If you don't like slop I'm sorry! I'm in fact the number one no slop fan, but I honestly couldn't find a way around the inevitable well still trying to encompass the passion that is so obviously evident at this point in the book. I've had a rather difficult time trying to write this chapter. been warned, so proceed with caution.
If you do not wish to be subject to this content, please skip to the next chapter. I've split this final chapter into to parts.
His lips were warmer than I had expected. Through the mingled tears the wonderful spark that had been so evidently present during our first kiss was still there (and certainly stronger than ever). I felt as if I had been unknowingly starved my entire life, only now finally able to gorge myself.
His arms pulled me silently closer, revelling in the final allowance of my touch. I could feel it, in every movement of his body, just to hold me was more than he had ever hoped for. How bizarre, a matter of months ago I would have been blatantly horrified of the very idea, now it seemed strangely right to be close to him.
It was an experience new to both of us, uncharted territory that we silently explored together. I, admittedly, had only ever considered being so intimate with my husband to be. Yet I pushed my thoughts of betrayal away, knowing whole heartedly that I was doing the right thing. Not just for Erik but for myself.
His mouth roamed slowly across my neck, drinking in every inch of what he had hoped to posses for so long. I had never kissed a man the way I did now. It was so passionate, almost to the point of ferocious. Our lips parted in wonderful unity, tasting each inch of the mouth I had once harboured strange fantasies of touching. Childish dreams that I had entertained hardly amounted to this reality.
A moan escaped his lips, raw and slightly wild, those long talented fingers running slowly over my side and up to tangle lovingly through my hair. Our bodies pressed together, thin scraps of material barely preventing the inevitable. I could feel exactly what I was doing to him. Corsets had never seemed such a nuisance before, only now did I realise in my haste how truly irritating the tight laced bodice could be. I drew away momentarily, sombre at having to abandon his passionate touch. That damn corset! My ridiculous fumbling fingers! I had never been naked in front of a man before, even now the thought made me blush and giggle with a childish shyness. A pool of material fell quietly down my body as I finally unlaced the last restricting ribbon. His breath seemed to quicken, his eyes closing slightly with an emotion I could hardly describe. I blushed, slightly embarrassed by his almost too powerful gaze of longing.
Slowly we learned to explore each others bodies, caressing and feeling with a powerful electric attraction. His lips grazed softly across my breast, pausing slowly concentrating on the centre of each and sending an unimaginable shiver of pure bliss down my spine. I longed for it; I needed that something that I couldn't yet identify. I could hear the soft whines of yearning escaping uncontrollably from my chest, turning into a strange guttural moan as his hands moved lower.
His shirt was gone in a matter of moments, followed shortly by his trousers. He accomplished this task with a speed and force I hadn't thought possible from this thoroughly ill man. I noticed for the first time that his chest and arms were horribley scarred, and although his physique seemed relatively distortion free, the strained body seemed to echo the horrendous experiences he had endured. I made sure to run my lips slowly over his entire torso, healing his wounds with my touch. At that moment he paused, staring me directly into my eyes. I could see the desperate question, a need so strong and fierce that he almost feared if my answer was no. It was something I had noticed about him, his unbending will to simply leave things unsaid for fear of being turned down. Silly, he hardly could doubt my answer by now.
Overcoming the final moment of indecision, at last we were one. There was pain, enough to make me cringe and whimper. Slowly the sensation changed, and as we began to move together in perfect harmony I felt nothing but complete euphoria. Mounting tension seemed to fill our movements, pushing faster and stronger towards a united goal. At last, in a single moment of complete ecstasy I had never thought possible, we were completely one.
Sheer physical exhaustion, I knew he felt it to. I couldn't help but collapse in a tired heap, never letting his arms leave my waist. Such a perfect moment I had never dreamed possible. He was my first, and inevitably my last (due to Charles's dangerous near fatal birth)
The time never seemed to matter, and although I was dimly aware of the passing hours it at no time seemed of immediate importance. As long as I was here, for however long it took, it did not matter. There was no need to talk, no need to chat with idle unimportance. We simply layed together, my frame secure and protected in his arms. I would often slip peacefully into sleep, his voice echoing with resounding splendour even through my dreams. He never closed his eyes, not for a moment, although I was sure by now of his physical exhaustion. Perhaps it was from the pain his heart so relentlessly beat upon him, or his need to savour it, that one last final bit of beauty.
I prayed silently that Raoul would wait just a bit longer to dash heroically to my "rescue". I admired his gallantry, and no doubt by now he had realised exactly where I had gone. This moment was for Erik. I would have years to spend at Raoul's side, playing the part of that so typical demure and gossiping wife. I had managed the role well for almost twenty years; reverting back to that ignorant state of mind would undoubtedly be that fate that awaited me.
Still I knew, with a certain assurance that I couldn't describe, I could never again go back to the way things were, the childish and blatantly ignorant little girl I had once been. Erik had been my angel of music, his voice and his person changing my life forever.
A/N: short chapter! I had ultimately planned on writing it as just one large block of writing, but splitting it into two (one a tad more X rated than the other) seemed fair to those who didn't want to read such things. Man that was hard to write! It seemed so strange coming from my mind! I hope I've done a sufficient job, and I know it comes off a little corny. Bear with me, I'm learning too.
A side note, I wasn't quite sure about Christine's age, so I ventured that she was in her late teens or early twenties. If anyone knows for sure I'd be glad to know. :) I'd also like to apologize for grammatical mistakes, as well as my sometimes wonky sentence structure. I proofread these things like hell, but I'm admittedly very mechanically challenged. And apparently I can't spell characters names either; for that I will apologize profusely and stick my head in a hole in the ground. You have permission to push me off a tall building.