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Christine woke up the next morning. But instead of getting up, she just stared at the ceiling, thinking about what she had realized yesterday, she was falling in love with Erik. She knew that it was really too early to be in love, but for some reason, she just couldn't shake off the feeling that she was really, truly in love.

Christine sighed. She couldn't tell Erik yet, she still couldn't figure out if it was real yet herself, so she might as well get up and try to figure out what to do.

After getting ready, Christine walked out into the main room, expecting to find Erik cooking breakfast as usual, but he was no where to be found.

Christine searched the entire area, but didn't find him. She then noticed that the boat was gone, so he must have left to do something, but what?

Christine shrugged, then decided to find something to eat. After a little searching, she made some eggs and bacon, then sat down and ate. When she was done, she tidied up the kitchen, then waited for Erik to return.

After a little bit, Christine heard the sound of the gate going up, and when she turned around to look, she saw Erik rowing into the cavern.

When he reached the shore, he looked up to find her standing there.

"Oh, good morning. I didn't want to wake you, I planned on being back before you woke up, but I was delayed."

"Why did you leave?" Christine asked.

Erik tied the boat up, then turned back to her. "I was making sure that no one had entered the opera house without my knowledge. The reason I was delayed was because I was checking the stables, and it has snowed a great deal outside, so it was hard getting through the snow."

"Oh." Christine said.

They both stood in silence, not knowing what to say. Then Christine spoke up. "So, what are we to do today?"

Erik looked up at her. "I don't know. What do you want to do?"

Christine thought for a moment, then said. "Well, I wouldn't mind going up to the surface and exploring some of the snow-covered world."

Erik thought about this idea, but then nodded.

After they both had gotten into warmer clothes, Erik led Christine up to the rooftop, where they both admired snow-covered Paris in silence.

As they stood there, Christine suddenly felt a strange urge come over her, so, before she could stop herself, Christine leaned down, scooped up a pile of snow, then threw it at Erik, hitting him in the head.

Well, Erik was more then a little surprised. Why Christine would throw snow at him was beyond him, but as he turned to her, another snowball hit him in the head.

"Christine!" Erik said, wiping the cold stuff off his head. "Why in this world are you throwing snowballs at me?"

He wondered if he had done something to make her angry, but all she did was laugh.

"Because it's fun." She said.

"Fun?" Erik asked. "How can throwing things at people be fun?"

"Oh, silly. It's fun because we are having a snowball fight."

"What's that?"

"It's where people gather up snow, form it into balls, and throw it at each other. See, I threw some snowballs at you, now you have to throw snowballs at me."

Erik had thought that she was crazy with tag, but now he was certain that she had gone completely insane, probably from being down in the lair too long.

But, Erik knew that he might as well go along with her, so he reached down and picked up some snow, then proceeded to form a ball from it. He tried not to make it too perfect, then he just stood there, not really sure if he should throw the ball at Christine.

But Christine was already standing in front of him waiting. "Now, throw it at me. And don't worry, I won't be angry."

Erik hesitated, then gently threw the ball at Christine, aiming at her shoes. It hit there, then Christine threw a snowball at Erik, hitting him in the stomach.

"Erik, you have to play properly. Now, throw a snowball at me, but don't try to be gentle or anything, I won't break, I promise."

Erik blushed, but did as he was told, this time hitting Christine in her hair.

Christine laughed, then threw a ball at him. Before they both knew it, they were having a full-blown snowball fight, with Erik having a very good time.

After a while, Christine had formed her fort behind a statue of Cupid, while Erik was hiding in the doorway. They were both catching their breath, but Erik was also thinking. He and Christine were tied, and it looked as though it would be that way for a long time, but he had a plan to win this game.

When he had caught his breath, Erik carefully edged his way along the wall, keeping a close eye on where Christine was hiding. When he finally got to the statue, he peeked around to see Christine looking in the opposite direction, a snowball in hand, but she didn't notice as Erik crept towards her.

She did, however, feel the extremely cold ball hit her in the head, and then begin to go down the back of her dress.

Christine shrieked and jumped up, forgetting to throw her snowball at Erik.

Erik laughed, making Christine glare at him. Christine then remembered the snowball, so she smacked Erik right in the face with it, silencing his laughter.

As he wiped it off, he glared at her also. They both continued to glare at each other, then they burst out laughing. They both looked ridiculous, with Christine's hair messed up and in her face, and Erik's face a red as a beat from the cold, with small bits of snow sticking up from his head.

After a bit, their laughter slowly died away, and they just stood there in silence.

Erik reached up to push some strands of hair out of Christine's face, but then his hand stayed on her cheek, reveling in the warmth.

Erik was worried that Christine would back away, but she didn't. Instead, she just stared into his eyes.

Again, they both leaned in, both wanting to kiss, and both hoping that they wouldn't be interrupted this time.

Their prayers were answered, as their lips touched.

Christine savored the taste of Erik's lip's. She really liked kissing Erik, even though this was only their second kiss. Again, her stomach was flopping around, and her heart was beating fast.

Erik was also enjoying this kiss. He had never thought that anyone would ever like him, or touch him at all, much less kiss him! And of course, he was glad that the person kissing him was his wife.

Wife.

That word seemed so strange when talking about Christine. Of course he knew that she was his wife, but they didn't act like a married couple. Erik still wondered if had made the right decision by having Christine marry him. But, it was too late now. They were going to be together for the rest of their lives, whether they liked it or not.

They both stood there kissing for a couple moments, until they both ran out of air, forcing them to part.

They both looked down at their shoes, blushing really badly.

Then they both headed back to the lair, not speaking or looking at each other, neither of them knowing what to do now.

When they got back, Christine went to her room to read, while Erik sat at his organ, but no song came to him that night. His thoughts were all on Christine.

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