Author's Note: I am so sorry for the lack of an update. Life simply got in the way. I know that's a poor reason, but its the truth. SO tonight I am listening to old 80s music and writing another chapter. Now back to our favorite couple and their complicated love story!
Meg helped Christine into her costume in her old dressing room. "It's too bad Raoul won't be here to see your last performance." Meg glanced at Christine's reflection in the mirror with a slight look of annoyance as Christine met her gaze back in the mirror then dropped her eye contact pulling her dress up over her shoulder. "Meg we've been over this. He's away on business. It's part of working for his father's company. He travels a lot. You know this." Meg huffed standing back admiring her work on Christine's impossibly curly hair. "Well I suppose your marriage won't be any different than your current relationship. You should think about getting a cat to keep you company, or you can just visit Erik while your future husband is away at business.", she giggled as Christine's jaw dropped open and she playfully threw a balled up ribbon at Meg.
Meg returned back to Christine's hair tying a loose bow in the back staring at her reflection again. Have you thought about what this will do to Erik once you marry Raoul? Christine grimaced at Meg's reflection. "Of course I have!" Christine bit her lip and twirled her ring nervously as her eyes began to fill up with tears. "Oh no don't cry! Your make-up will ruin. I'm sorry. We can talk about this later. You need to focus for your performance tonight." Meg hugged Christine and told her to break a leg as she left the room to give Christine a few minutes to pull herself together. Christine took a deep breath and dried her eyes before opening the door trying to think about this being her last performance at the opera house or that her fiance would not be there to see her, but somehow she knew that Erik would be there.
Christine performed and sang flawlessly. Being on stage made her forget who she was and all of the problems that haunted her daily. She wanted to perform forever. When the curtain closed and reopened, it took her breath away to see everyone in the crowd on their feet applauding. She bowed as deeply as she could and couldn't stop the tears streaming down her face. She glanced up at Box 5 which was dark, but could of sworn she saw white gloves floating in the air clapping. The entire cast came and hugged Christine tightly as the stage was covered in thrown flowers.
Christine entered her dressing room for the last time. She locked the door behind her and sat at her vanity staring in the mirror. She cleaned the make-up off of her face and unbuttoned her dress down to her waist letting it fall. She turned to her left staring at her stand up, two-way mirror. She couldn't help but to feel exposed since she knew that it held a secret that opened it leading to the phantom's once lair. She felt a shiver run down her spine causing her nipples to perk into hard buds when she noticed a single rose left on her dresser. She brought it to her nose to smell it as tears streamed down again.
She felt gloved hands rest on her shoulders causing her to jump until she felt warm breath talk softly into her ear. "You sang perfectly tonight dear Christine." His hands ran down from her shoulders to the tops of her arms and she could feel his gloved fingers skim across the sides of her breasts. She opened her eyes to meet his masked gaze in the mirror's reflection. "I thought that was you who I saw in box 5", she replied coolly. He smirked at her reflection. "Ah, I suppose the white gloves gave me away. I need to work on my stealth tactics." He ran his left hand back up to her shoulder down to her collar bone tracing it with his finger tips. Christine's breathing increased as she stared at the reflection in the mirror seeing her nipples growing harder as the center between her legs started to heat up. He slid his finger tips down the center of her large breasts brushing against her cleavage. "It's a pity that your fiance couldn't make it to your final performance that he so adamantly wanted to be your last." Christine gritted her teeth feeling her cheeks grow hot from embarrassment and anger. She pushed away from his embrace standing up to face him. "And yet here you are to rub the obvious in my fucking face as if I don't know these things for myself!. Yes you're here. You're always here even when I pushed you out of my life you still lurked in the shadows because you're fucking obsessed with me!" It was this time that Erik was angered. He gripped her upper arms roughly pushing her against the nearest wall. "Christine say the words and I'll leave you forever and you'll be rid of your angel or stalker; whatever you see fit to call me depending on your mood. Tell me you feel nothing when I touch you when I kiss you and I will leave. You will never see me again! Is this what you want?!" Christine glared back at him. She was emotionally over-whelmed and needed to be alone to think, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him to leave. She leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes taking in a deep breath as tears streamed down her cheeks again. Erik's grip loosened and he let go of her taking off his gloves and gently wiping away her tears with his fingers. She opened them slowly like a hurt child that was scolded. Erik leaned in and kissed her lips gently. She kissed him back gripping his coat pulling him closer to her. He felt her skin from her cheeks down to her neck slowly dragging his fingers across her breasts as he rubbed her hard nipples in circles deepening his kiss. Christine let a moan out in his mouth as she pulled him closer. Erik roughly squeezed her breasts in a needy manner then pinching her nipples as he moved his lips to her neck sucking intently. Christine felt his bulge press against and she reached down to rub his hard dick with her hand causing Erik to groan against her neck. Suddenly a knock on her dressing room door made them both stop. "Hey Christine are you alright in there?", called out Meg. Christine cleared her throat. "Yes, yes I'm almost done. I think I'm just going to head for home. I'll talk to you soon. I'm just really tired." Meg huffed a bit more loudly than necessary. "Alright I'll talk to you later." Christine and Erik could hear her footsteps walking away.
Christine shoved the rest of her dress down giving up on any reason for decency at this point before pulling her own dress back over her. Erik stood there staring at her in an awkward stature. Christine turned towards him unsure of what to do next. I think I'm going to head home and get some sleep. It's been a long day and I'm emotionally exhausted. "I'll walk you home?", Erik stated more than asked. Christine nodded as she allowed him to escort her home. They stepped outside as a light rain began to fall, but luckily her apartment was next to the opera house. "Of course its raining." she squeezed Erik's arm closer to her over her chest. When they arrived at her apartment, she opened the door and stepped inside looking back at Erik standing in the doorway waiting to be invited in or sent away until he got a peak behind Christine. "Hmm think you have enough flowers in there? I suppose the rose I left behind was lost in the immense amount of the others." Christine blushed and stared at her feet. "No I saw yours and it smelled the loveliest of all." Erik reached for her hand and kissed her knuckles softy looking into her chestnut eyes. "Goodnight Christine." He simply turned and walked away leaving Christine without another word.