Blonde Angel
Part 9
Meg was there, as promised. She had to bring the basket with food back though, or else people would notice they were missing, the baskets. She had bread and cheese, a smoked sausage and wine with her once more. And she stood there on the bank with her lamp, just waiting for the Phantom to appear. It had become quite the obsession for her; she wanted to see the Phantom again, and she always wanted to know more about him. He never told her why he hid down here, when he could do so many amazing things. He was a true artist. And all alone… there he was, she saw the light from his boat, which flowed silently through the water and stopped at the bank.
"You returned. Come." The Phantom said, and Meg stepped into the boat and sat down. This was almost routine now, she'd tried it before and she knew the way. They arrived at the lair and he helped Meg out. The place was a mess once more, she thought to herself, and sat the basket down on the floor.
"How is the opera?" She asked him while he walked up to sit down by the organ. Meg followed him and stood by the side of it, looking at the notes.
"Hopefully it will be done soon. Isn't it December now?" Honestly he wasn't sure, when he spent his time down here, he did not see the sunlight and he slept when he felt like it. So if it was night or day, he didn't know. He assumed it wasn't night though, since Meg was here. She would not come at night when she slept.
"It is. It's Christmas soon, and New Years eve too." Meg said and smiled by thought. She felt more and more safe around him. And tonight she felt like talking… "We're having a party for New Years eve, like always. Mother is having a beautiful dress made for me." She explained, and he looked at her. Eric had known Meg all her life, or, he had watched her grow. Now she talked about dresses and a party, she was still so pure, and yet she kissed him.
"I am sure it will be quite the party." He replied to her, and thought about it. Maybe… he had an idea. The Phantom had never even been at such parties before, but maybe this year he should come. If he could finish his opera, he would. And he knew just what to wear. A small smile curled his lip, and Meg saw it. It was rare that he smiled like that.
"It will be a good party. And everyone's wearing masks… if you came, you wouldn't be alone." Meg smiled, and he watched her. She looked so sweet when she smiled. And now that she was here, he thought about the kiss again. He was aware that she'd never been kissed before, since he knew her and had watched her. He was the first to kiss her; just like she was the first to kiss him. Someday, he would kiss Christine. Someday, she would love him and they would kiss. But she wouldn't want a short kiss like the one he shared with Meg. He had seen other people kiss, and their kisses were so much more passionate. Eric barely knew how to kiss like that, since he had never actually done it before.
"I'm not alone. You are here. Meg, you want to help me, don't you?" He asked her, and Meg nodded slowly, not sure what he was talking about now. She had brought him food. Maybe he would want her help with the opera again. "I wish for you to kiss me again. But let it last longer this time." Meg had a surprised look on her face, but it's not like she didn't want to do it. She had thought about that kiss so much. So now she nodded and the Phantom stood again. They moved close, like last time, and leaned towards each other. Their lips met again. He wanted it to last longer, and they did that. Their lips touched longer than last time, and she felt his hand on her waist, holding her. Meg closed her eyes by the feeling of his lips and his hand on her waist. It felt really nice. As if her entire body tingled this time.
Eric had felt the same. But they eventually pulled back and her eyes fluttered open, she looked up at him and let out a small sigh. Meg wanted more of such kisses. It was wonderful to kiss, and the Phantom knew what he was doing; or, that's what she thought. He took a step back, looking at her, as if he was more surprised than anything else. Now he understood better why people kissed. And he saw how Meg's cheeks blushed, and he had heard her sigh. If he kissed Christine like that, she would feel the same. And she'd love him. He said nothing more to Meg now, but walked to his boat and indicated with his hand that she should come. Meg had forgotten all about the baskets with food, she came willingly and sat down. She hoped he'd liked the kiss, for she had certainly done that. But they did not speak as he sailed her back, and she left the boat.
"Do… do you want me to bring you food again?" Meg asked him, breaking the silence. The Phantom nodded.
"In two days, like last time." He said and Meg watched him sail away. He'd been so quiet after they kissed, but then, so had she. She had no idea what to say or do; she just knew that it felt so nice. Though when she walked up the stairs, she remembered what he said before the kiss. He wanted her to help him, and it was by a kiss. How did a kiss help him?
