Somewhat explicit sexual content in this chapter, it is finished in the next. I do not suggest skipping the whole chapter because it would make the next chapter a little confusing, I'd suggest skipping when you become uncomfortable! If you don't mind keep reading as normal. Either way, happy reading!
Meg opened her door to find him sitting on her bed. The daggers in her eyes he didn't expect. She took some angry steps toward him ready to yell but she remembered she couldn't. She threw up her hand to stop him from speaking. She didn't want to hear it. Meg slowly tied the ribbon from her arm and silently laid it on her dressing table. She took the pins from her hat and threw it on the fainting couch. He watched her put her head in her hands and sob in her frustration.
"I have something to show you." She turned quickly to him.
"Do you now?" Her tone was cold. "How could you Erik? I never... I never expected you to do that." Erik came to terms with all the chaos he made. All for dramatics, he made things into an opera so easily. She took off her makeup with her cold cream in silence. He watched her lift her leg to try to take her shoes off. She grew so frustrated with him that she couldn't do more than three buttons. He knelt in front of her to help her.
"Will you ever forgive me? I realize now the full effect of my actions. I did it without thinking of the true consequences." She went to scold him. "I know that is no excuse. I have done many, many wrongs in my life. This is one of them." He pulled off her shoes and kissed her knee. "I live in agony when you are angry with me. May I make it up to you."
"Yes, but you will wait." She undid her hair from its pins and began to brush the bottom of her hair. He stood up in his own frustration, he waited long enough and picked her up bridal style. "What are you-?" Erik shushed her.
"I have something to show you." He took her into the bowels of the opera to his home. As they walked down the hall into the drawing room Meg stopped him.
"Put me down." He did so. She looked at him and took in his form. Meg reached up and took off the gruesome skull mask. "Why do you make it so hard to be angry with you? She is my sister, I am worried for her health, yet my mind clouds with you. I am here with you. I love you. Do you see why the scene you made pains me. The attention you still give her, is killing her. It pains me. That you hurt her while I am here with you. Behind her back." She cried and pleaded with him to understand.
"I understand." He held her to his chest as she cried. Meg pulled him down and kissed him. It was an odd switch of emotion but she looked for him whenever she was in need. It wasn't the healthiest thing she could do, but she didn't particularly care at this point in time. They backed up to the love-seat and she poured all of her frustration into her kiss.
Somewhere along the way Meg's legs ended up around his waist and he carried her down the hall of rooms. Opening the door he walked her deeper into the room she slept in weeks ago. She didn't notice every detail but he kissed her neck as she saw that all of the previous furniture was missing and the room was redone in pinks and gold instead of blues and silvers. The room left her mind as he sat her on the tall bed frame, the area of the room that held the large four poster bed was a step above everything else.
Erik actively unbuttoned the justaucorps, his coat followed the garment to the floor. As did his boots. His hands caressed her body as she untied her jabot and his cravat. Soon he was shirtless and she lost the dotted pants. He reached around as he kissed her to help with the corset laces. She undid the busk and threw it and the short chemise on the floor.
He pushed her back and climbed over the frame. This time, Erik actually took advantage of the liberty he had with her body. He took it slow as he kissed his way down her body. She kept her hands on him as his mouth grew further away from hers. Eriks fingers already made their way to her center and eventually he replaced his fingers with his mouth. The new sensations made Meg grab onto his black, curly hair. In an attempt to quiet herself her covered her mouth with one of her hands. He laughed in that way that made her shiver.
"I want to hear you, sweets. You have been silent for far too long, my dear." She no longer had to conceal her passions deep below the opera house. He took the hand from her mouth and held it in his own. Meg felt weird being vocal, but the more he continued it was hard not to be. She writhed by his manipulations and her hips movements were stiff.
"Erik." She whined as she turned her face to the silky bed cover. Meg clamored for him to look her in eyes and kiss her. "Please."
"What?" He lingered over her lips, Erik was in a particularly wicked mood. Too much energy lingered in him from the party. Meg found him intoxicating, she wanted him, all of him, but her words wouldn't form. She pulled him down to kiss her.
He pushed her up more onto the large pile of pillow and finally did as she wanted. Meg was desperate, and she didn't really care. Her mood, caused by the pleasurable man in question, was virtually gone. She smiled on his lips and moved to kiss his neck. As he entered her, her actions echoed the first time. She slowly laid her head back, and pushed slightly on the pillow with her head. Her back arched as she raised her arms above her head.
She trailed her hands down her own body and trailed her hands up his and down his arms. She held onto him and kissed his chest. Erik shifted their position just enough to move one of his hands to manipulate her center to hurry her along. Each noise she made, each hitch and gasp, each breath and moan were the most beautiful sounds Erik, even though he was a musical genius, had ever heard.
Meg cried out finally and he followed soon after. She held onto him like he'd disappear from her. Erik never did, but she was oh so afraid he would. They were so loving, just touching and holding each other deep into the night. Erik helped her under the covers and after some time of silence he was asleep, she followed suit without hesitation.