Chapter Fifteen-Birds

Five Years Later

"Papa! Papa!" exclaimed a voice. She sleepily lifted her head from her pillow and saw Gustave climbing up the side of her bed, tugging the blankets from her in the process. He managed to pull himself up and stood, launching himself over her legs.

Christine heard Erik groan sleepily and turned towards the two in bed, finding Gustave kneeling on Erik's chest, looking at him expectantly, then he shouted again, "Papa! Wake up!" Christine giggled as she saw Erik open his eyes wide, trying to wake himself up. His eyes landed on his son and he smiled, pulling him into a hug, ruffling the brown curls on the boy's head.

"What brings you here, my little angel?" Erik asked him, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard. "It's hardly light outside yet. Did Emile wake you?"

"The birds," Gustave whispered, then he giggled mischievously, "They fell into the trap."

Christine laughed loudly, causing Erik to look over at her, "Good morning, my love. I promise, I did not tell him we are trapping birds." He joined in her laughter and groaned, getting up and setting Gustave on the floor, "Come, show me the birds."

"This way, Papa!" Gustave took Erik's hand and led him from the room. Christine watched as the two left then sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood slowly, supporting her pregnant stomach and slipped her feet into her slippers to follow them.

Christine made her way down the hallway and slowly descended the stairs, following their excited voices. She made her way through the entrance hall and around to the back door of her home where Erik and Gustave stood looking outside. She was undiscovered as far as she could tell so she stayed where she was and observed them, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall.

Gustave pointed excitedly, "See! Birds!"

Two birds perched on the bird feeder that swung from a hook in the small tree in their backyard, both happily eating the seeds that Erik and Gustave had filled it with the previous night.

"Look at that, we got two whole birds this time. Stay perfectly still, they won't notice us watching if we don't move! You will be a master at sneaking in no time." Erik returned Gustave's enthusiasm, kneeling down next to his son and observing the birds eating the seeds.

After a moment, the birds flew away and Gustave turned to Erik with shock in his face, "You made them fly away! Stay still, remember?"

Erik chuckled then stood, picking up Gustave in his arms and placing a kiss on his forehead, "I promise I will stay perfectly still next time. Let's get you back to bed, my little angel."

Gustave shook his head and pouted, "No bed. I'm not tired."

Erik began to turn, "You win, maybe some music then?" He froze when he saw Christine watching them. "My love, our son seems to not want to go back to bed," he said walking towards her and lightly placing a kiss on her cheek.

Gustave reached his head out and puckered his lips, leaning towards Christine. Erik moved him forward and Gustave planted a sloppy kiss on her other cheek.

"Good morning, how was your bird watching?" she asked her son, then she looked at Erik and gave him a stern look, "I trust you are only teaching him how to watch animals."

"Of course, it's all very harmless, no worries, my dear," Erik said, turning towards the parlour with Gustave. Christine followed them and soon they were all standing in the music room with Erik setting their son down on the bench of his organ before taking a seat next to him. "Alright, what would you like to play?"

"You play, Papa!" Gustave shouted, his little fingers danced on the ivory keys.

Erik smiled down at him, "Alright, I'll play then." He began playing a soft melody and Gustave watched with wonder, his blue eyes wide with excitement. Christine sat with them for a while, watching Erik's fingers as he played. She bit her lip and shifted uncomfortably on the chair, feeling embarrassed at her sudden desire for him. She was ashamed of how much her pregnancy had affected her need for him.

As the music began to fade, she noticed that Gustave was dozing off, and began leaning towards Erik. He rested his head on Erik's shoulder and fell asleep.

Erik stopped playing and glanced over at Christine, flashing her a smile that made her burn for him even more, "Works every time."

Christine giggled, "Your playing is very soothing. I almost found myself falling asleep as well. Shall we put him to bed, then return to ours? I wish for you to massage me."

His eyes flickered to hers and darkened, then without another word, she stood and left the music room to head for the stairs. She started ascending, rubbing her aching lower back as she did so. Suddenly Erik's hand replaced hers on the small of her back and she looked over to see a worried expression on his face. Gustave was plastered to his shoulder, sleeping heavily and completely slack in his arm.

"You really shouldn't have gotten out of bed, the doctor ordered bed rest," Erik said, rubbing gentle circles on her back as they walked to Gustave's room.

"You know I don't listen. Besides, I wanted to see the birds," Christine said as they entered Gustave's room. She waited by the door as Erik tucked him into his bed and kissed his forehead.

He returned to Christine's side and gently picked her up to cradle her in his arms, placing a light kiss on her lips. He walked across the hallway to their room, shutting the door then placed Christine on the bed. "Your feet must hurt, my love. Please allow me," Erik took one of her feet in his hands and removed the slipper, gently massaging the balls of her feet. "You really should listen to the doctor."

Christine sighed, relaxing into the bed, "Erik, I'm fully aware what the doctor told me, but the baby shouldn't arrive for a couple months so I don't think it's necessary. Besides, if I don't listen, then I get massages."

Erik chuckled, "I will massage you anytime, you just need to ask." He continued his movement then slowly snaked his fingers up her ankle, causing Christine to shudder. Carefully, he leaned down and began placing his lips lightly along the top of her foot, then up her ankle to her calf. She looked down at him and saw a smile on his lips as he reached his hand up to brush the inside of her thigh. She let out a moan and threw her head back against the pillow.

"Erik, this is supposed to just be a massage," she said, moving her hand down to meet his on her thigh, holding it in place to keep it from traveling any further up her leg. God, but she was burning for him. Why was she stopping him? "Besides, I don't want to disappoint you."

"My love, you will not disappoint me. I am not expecting anything from you. I wish to help you. Will you deny your husband the worship of your body?" Erik shifted on the bed to bring his face closer to her belly, planting his lips on the fabric of her sleeping gown and down towards her hips. Christine shuddered, letting out another moan and twisting her fingers into his hair.

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Erik chuckled darkly, then opened her legs to give him access to her sex. She was already glistening with excitement so he took his index finger and slowly trailed down the crease of her thigh. Erik heard a muffled groan emanate from Christine, and he looked up to see her face buried in a pillow.

"Are you sure you don't want me to please you, my angel?" Erik teased, still trailing his finger closer to her heat.

Christine groaned, tightening her hold on Erik's hair. She let out a few shuddering breaths and shakily said, "If you must, I will not stop you."

Erik smiled and hungrily buried his face in her sex. He breathed deeply, then his tongue flicked out causing her back to arch and his face was pulled farther into her flesh. His tongue began making slow circles on her sensitive flesh, and he only let up to place gentle kisses on it. He leaned up on his elbow and trailed one of his fingers down her entrance before slowly pushing into her. Erik felt one of her legs wrap tightly around his back and she thrust her hips into his face. He let a second finger slide into her and he shuddered at how exquisite she felt.

"Always so wet for me, my love. You taste divine," Erik murmured against her flesh. He felt her muscles tighten around his fingers and looked up at her face. Her brows were furrowed and her lips were parted. She was panting and begging him to not stop, but he did. He couldn't resist not overtaking her mouth with his own. He moved up her body then began pulling down the top of her sleeping gown until it was completely off. He saw the blush on her cheeks and her arm move to cover her breasts, but he stopped her.

"Do not hide from me, you are mine," he said, removing his own clothing, then laying on his side in bed next to her with his arm under her neck. He reached his other hand down and reinstered his fingers into her sex before placing his thumb on her nub.

"Yes, angel, I am yours," Christine said, burying her face in his neck. Erik felt her muscles contracting again and she threw her head back against the pillow. Erik caught her lips with his and he kissed her deeply, "Oh, please, Erik, please. Faster!"

Erik growled and picked up the pace, pressing his hips into her thigh. He felt his erection press into her thigh and grunted when he felt her hand wrap around it to stroke his length. He crushed his lips against hers again and worked faster, "Come for me, Christine, please. I need to feel what I do to you."

Christine's hips bucked against his hand and soon, he felt her orgasm as it wracked through her body, "Oh, god, Erik!" she screamed into his neck. Her body collapsed against his chest and her hand fell from his member to settle between them. Erik pulled her lips up to his again and kissed her gently before pulling his fingers from her.

"My love, that was music to my ears," he said against her lips, the praise seemed to ignite Christine again and she began greedily kissing him and pushing him back against the bed. He obliged and pulled her to straddle his lap, groaning as she guided his erection inside her. They sat perfectly still once they were fully connected, staring into each other's eyes. Erik's hands grazed over her body and rested on her stomach, "God, Christine, you are so beautiful."

Christine blushed and giggled, "You are as well, my angel," then she began to move, slowly grinding her hips into his. Erik leaned his head back into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut. He heard Christine whimper and she led his hands to her breasts, "Lightly, they are a little tender." His hands lightly squeezed her breasts, then his fingers found her nipples. He ran his thumbs over them and kept that motion, knowing it was one she enjoyed.

Erik opened his eyes, looking up at her, the morning sun was illuminating her in a glow that truly showed her as the angel she was. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her brow furrowed as she panted his name over and over again. Erik began matching her movements and thrust harder with each connection, causing her breath to catch and soon, she moved one of her hands down to her nub and began circling it. The sight made Erik wild and he went faster, bouncing Christine on top of him, her curls moving wildly around her face.

"Perfection," Erik grunted, running one of his hands down her cheek and to her mouth. He trailed his thumb across her bottom lip and cried out her orgasm, pulsing around him and grasping his arm to steady herself. Erik pushed himself up and kissed her lips, finding his own release, "Oh, Christine…angel."

They made no move to separate. Erik pressed his forehead to hers and ran his fingers along her jaw, then wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, kissing her deeply.

"I love you," Chrisitne whispered against his lips, running her hands down his chest. Her breathing slowed and she pulled back to look into Erik's eyes, "Should we do that again later?"

Erik chuckled, "My wife is insatiable," then he pulled from her and moved her to lay down next to him.

Christine blushed, "You are the one who did this to me," she muttered, gesturing to her stomach. "It's not my fault I can't get enough of you." He kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly to his body and began rubbing her back.

"I would do it again as well. Your need for me brings me pleasure, my love," Erik whispered, breathing her scent in deeply. "I will gladly ravish your body whenever you ask me to."

Erik felt Christine bury her face farther into his chest and could only guess she was blushing, "I know you would, angel. Later, I will demand another massage. For now, I am going to rest until it is time for breakfast. Don't stop holding me until I wake."

"Yes, madame," Erik said sarcastically. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and relaxed into his pillow, closing his eyes and focusing on the sounds of her breathing. He stroked her hair and then down her back, finally resting his hand on her belly.

Erik looked forward to welcoming another child into the world, he found that it doesn't bring as much fear as it had before. The way Christine had accepted him and shown him love proved there was hope for a child if it were to inherit his deformity.

Erik snuggled farther into the bed, pulling Christine closer to him and breathing in her scent. Peace washed over him and he let himself fall into a deep sleep.