Just a little taste for what is to come…. LOL
Christine opened the door to her dressing room, in a state of complete euphoria. When she entered she was greeted by the visible side of Erik's grinning face.
"Ah Christine. What a triumph you gave me tonight! You were extraordinary." He then presented her with a single red rose with a black ribbon tied around the stem.
Her eyes gleamed at him, as she took the rose. "That song was beautiful. I don't know what it was, but it sounded so different on that stage." She then grasped his hand in hers. "I felt glorious, angel. It felt as if I was doing what I was always destined to do. I felt so alive being…."
"Lost in the music once more."
She nodded and soon their lips could no longer be kept apart.
Neither Christine nor Erik knew if it was the exhilaration from the music or the power of their love but there was something different this time when they kissed. This time, both knew that one or two kisses would not be enough to satisfy their need for one another. Once Erik stopped kissing her lips, he moved to her neck and then his mouth pressed down further. Christine's responsive moans gave Erik all the encouragement he needed to continue. Yet he was not really thinking. He was feeling with his heart and his body. He wanted to ensure his thoughts wouldn't get in the way from giving Christine the adoration she so rightly deserved.
"Christine…." He whispered between breaths.
"Erik…."
Christine was on fire and she couldn't bear to not have Erik's lips or his hands touching her somewhere. She felt his hand search absent-mindedly for the clasp of the gown and as soon as her flesh felt the brisk feeling of exposure, she gasped but immediately reached for the strings of his mask and threw it across the room.
"I don't want that blasted thing getting in our way, ever again. I need to feel your full face on mine."
Their lips resumed their passionate exploration and relished the sensation of their tongues meeting. Soon, Erik started pushing Christine's gown further down, so he could pay special attention to the loveliness of her breasts, when suddenly, she pulled away.
"Wait, Erik!"
Erik stopped immediately, worrying that she might be offended. "Dear God, Christine, forgive me! I don't know what came over me." He backed away and extended his hand in front of him.
She shook his head. "No, don't you dare apologize. I want it just as much as you do."
He looked at her in shock. "You do?"
"Of course, I do, love. But I'm still married, and I can't…."
He nodded, as he lowered his head, biting his tongue to not mutter that Raoul didn't seem to care about his marriage vows. He knew he was overheated and thus not thinking, so he focused on taking deep breaths instead.
She saw him turn and look frantically for his mask, as she pulled her dress completely up. "Erik?"
"Hmm?" He looked up, as he bent down to retrieve his mask.
"Don't be angry."
His eyes softened. "I am not angry. I'm just…."
"Me too."
"What do you mean?" He stood with his mask in his hand.
"I wish I could be more like Raoul, but this is different because this isn't a heated rush. This means more."
He hurried over to her. "It appears as if you are inside my mind now, angel."
"Help me?" She motioned for him to help with the clasp of her dress.
He did so without hesitation. "I will behave."
She turned and took the mask from his hand. "It's not me that wants you to, it's the situation we are in." She pressed her face up to his.
"So, the lady is tempted?" He closed his eyes to help him savor this moment.
"Very, very tempted Mr. Y." She then kissed him passionately before gently placing the mask back on his face. "I did get carried away, didn't I?" She giggled.
"I rather liked how you ripped off the mask this time around. Perhaps we stick to this method, going forward?"
She threw her arms around his neck. "Next time we are like this, you won't need the mask at all."
A knock was heard at the door.
"Mother? Are you there?"
"Come in, Gustave!"
The boy ran inside and hugged his mother tightly.
"Mother, you were amazing! Wasn't she Mr. Y?"
"Indeed, she was."
"Oh Mother, I just know if Father heard you he would never want to go away again."
She smiled nervously, as Erik coughed.
"Did I say something wrong?"
