DISCLAIMER: *crying hysterically* THE COPS UNCHAINED HIM FROM MY BED! So, no... I don't own Erik...
Chapter 6: And now, back to Erik and a not-so-innocent Christine
I woke up drowsy and out of breath but I felt better than I had in days. I felt a weight on my chest and looked down. And gasped.
Christine's precious head lay on my chest, her light coos stirring her soft curls. Her face was flushed and I wondered how hard I had worked her under the fever.
/He touched her cheek. It was as soft as he had hoped it to be./
Carefully, not wanting to wake this beauty, I reached out toward her face. Using my index finger and my middle finger, I slid them under a strand of curls that had fallen in her face and put it behind her shell ear without touching her skin. I started slightly as she moaned in her sleep. If I hadn't been listening keenly, I wouldn't have heard her gasp under her breath…
"Erik!"
That's when I noticed that her breathing was quicker than normal and she wasn't cooing- she was panting! Her moist lips were opened slightly and her eyes moved rapidly beneath their lids. I also noticed, since she was facing me, that her nipples were hardened beneath her dress.
I moaned quietly, feeling heat rise in my libido. I watched as something fascinating happened. Her left hand, which had been resting by her face, now strayed down down down, past her breasts and stomach and reached in between her legs. I watched, realizing how wrong this was, as she stroked herself through her dress. Her moans started to escalate in intensity and volume. And then, she spoke the name that brought her such pleasure.
"Erik, please!" She sobbed. "Please, give me…!" she cried out at the end of the sentence.
Her moans, the sweetest music I ever heard, reached their final cadenza and she called out to the heavens: "ERIK!"
Her body stilled as her breathing came back down to normal. A smile rested on her lips but her flushed cheeks remained. She was glowing, my angel was glowing…
I had the desire to shake her awake, flip her beneath me, and take her now- slow and tenderly, passionately and wholly. I knew that my penis was erect and tried to squash my desire as I had so many times before but it was harder now with her body on mine. I felt the curve and weight of her breasts against my skin. I could actually feel the heat of it through her dress. And then I paused.
And started again.
Lifting the blanket, I realized I was naked. Someone had undressed me… Christine? I could almost picture what she had done. She had probably taken my pants off while I was nestled beneath the covers. But what she had not known was that I did not wear underwear often and I was now suffering for it.
*Merde. Merde, merde, merde, merde.
I was stuck with Christine's recently aroused body on top of mine while I was sporting a burning erection. I had the urge to *deconner quelqu'un… namely Christine.
MERDE!
And of course, when I am most frustrated, God pulls the worst thing possible. So, of course, Christine decides to wake up.
"Erik," Christine greeted, her voice a little husky. She blushed- gods she's beautiful when she blushes- and cleared her throat. She obviously still had her dream fresh in her mind.
"Christine…" I whispered, my voice huskier than hers.
She moaned and her body trembled. "Erik, please…" she whispered.
I licked my suddenly dry lips. "Please what?"
She froze. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. She looked at him and flushed, her ears turning red. "Did you- were you- watching me while I slept?"
I never lied to her after the "L'ange de Musique" incident.
"Yes," I replied, looking at her.
Her mouth fell open and then shut with a snap. "I… I…"
"Christine…" I said. "Je t'aime."
Christine's eyes softened from embarrassment to love. "Oh Erik, I love you more, mon ange."
I sat up, suddenly feeling as though I could do anything, and opened my arms to her. "Mon amour," I called her.
"Mon amour," she replied as she fell into my arms. I held her tightly and my heart almost burst when I felt her hug me back just as tight. But she stiffened. I felt fear race up into my throat as she looked up at me. And the oddest thing happened.
The naughtiest smile I had ever seen had crept up onto Christine's lips.
"Erik," her voice was husky with desire again, "are you naked under those blankets?"
I was surprised when I realized I was blushing. "Yes," I admitted.
Her innocence was still visible in her bright blue eyes as pressed against me wantonly.
"Christine, what are you doing?" I was shocked. What was she doing? Although I had fantasies about this constantly, it didn't mean I expected her to want it.
"Erik- I… I want to make love to you. With you." She paused, looking down nervously and playing with her hair before looking back up at me, her eyes shinning with a mixture of desire, love, and anxiousness. "I want you to be my first."
"Christine, I- I don't know what to say… why are you- why do you want me?" I said, confused.
"I love you, Erik! What other reason could there be?" She picked up my hand and placed it on her heaving breast. "See, you did that. I want you, Erik… I need you. Please say yes…"
I felt my resolve dissipate as I felt her full, warm breast in my hand. One last time, I attempted to put a stop to this. "Christine you-."
Her finger pressed against my lips, my deformed lips. "Hush now, Erik. We love each other. And we both want this. Take me, Erik. I don't want to be without you any longer. I need you to fill me up with your love and warmth. Fill me, Erik… take me, love me, Erik…"
And it was the final straw. Pulling her to me, I kissed her passionately. Our tongues dueled fiercely as I pulled her up beside him. Passions flared as her clothes came off her body and were thrown across the room. I could only feel searing heat and desire… her breasts, her face, her long legs, her smooth smooth skin against mine. Our spirits soared higher than ever before as we made love to the music of our desire.
__________
You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears into silence
Silence
I have come here
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind
I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent
And now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided
__________
FRENCH TERMS
Merde: Shit as in "aw shit" not the literal shit
Deconner quelqu'un…: Fuck with someone
Chapter 6: And now, back to Erik and a not-so-innocent Christine
I woke up drowsy and out of breath but I felt better than I had in days. I felt a weight on my chest and looked down. And gasped.
Christine's precious head lay on my chest, her light coos stirring her soft curls. Her face was flushed and I wondered how hard I had worked her under the fever.
/He touched her cheek. It was as soft as he had hoped it to be./
Carefully, not wanting to wake this beauty, I reached out toward her face. Using my index finger and my middle finger, I slid them under a strand of curls that had fallen in her face and put it behind her shell ear without touching her skin. I started slightly as she moaned in her sleep. If I hadn't been listening keenly, I wouldn't have heard her gasp under her breath…
"Erik!"
That's when I noticed that her breathing was quicker than normal and she wasn't cooing- she was panting! Her moist lips were opened slightly and her eyes moved rapidly beneath their lids. I also noticed, since she was facing me, that her nipples were hardened beneath her dress.
I moaned quietly, feeling heat rise in my libido. I watched as something fascinating happened. Her left hand, which had been resting by her face, now strayed down down down, past her breasts and stomach and reached in between her legs. I watched, realizing how wrong this was, as she stroked herself through her dress. Her moans started to escalate in intensity and volume. And then, she spoke the name that brought her such pleasure.
"Erik, please!" She sobbed. "Please, give me…!" she cried out at the end of the sentence.
Her moans, the sweetest music I ever heard, reached their final cadenza and she called out to the heavens: "ERIK!"
Her body stilled as her breathing came back down to normal. A smile rested on her lips but her flushed cheeks remained. She was glowing, my angel was glowing…
I had the desire to shake her awake, flip her beneath me, and take her now- slow and tenderly, passionately and wholly. I knew that my penis was erect and tried to squash my desire as I had so many times before but it was harder now with her body on mine. I felt the curve and weight of her breasts against my skin. I could actually feel the heat of it through her dress. And then I paused.
And started again.
Lifting the blanket, I realized I was naked. Someone had undressed me… Christine? I could almost picture what she had done. She had probably taken my pants off while I was nestled beneath the covers. But what she had not known was that I did not wear underwear often and I was now suffering for it.
*Merde. Merde, merde, merde, merde.
I was stuck with Christine's recently aroused body on top of mine while I was sporting a burning erection. I had the urge to *deconner quelqu'un… namely Christine.
MERDE!
And of course, when I am most frustrated, God pulls the worst thing possible. So, of course, Christine decides to wake up.
"Erik," Christine greeted, her voice a little husky. She blushed- gods she's beautiful when she blushes- and cleared her throat. She obviously still had her dream fresh in her mind.
"Christine…" I whispered, my voice huskier than hers.
She moaned and her body trembled. "Erik, please…" she whispered.
I licked my suddenly dry lips. "Please what?"
She froze. She hadn't meant to say that out loud. She looked at him and flushed, her ears turning red. "Did you- were you- watching me while I slept?"
I never lied to her after the "L'ange de Musique" incident.
"Yes," I replied, looking at her.
Her mouth fell open and then shut with a snap. "I… I…"
"Christine…" I said. "Je t'aime."
Christine's eyes softened from embarrassment to love. "Oh Erik, I love you more, mon ange."
I sat up, suddenly feeling as though I could do anything, and opened my arms to her. "Mon amour," I called her.
"Mon amour," she replied as she fell into my arms. I held her tightly and my heart almost burst when I felt her hug me back just as tight. But she stiffened. I felt fear race up into my throat as she looked up at me. And the oddest thing happened.
The naughtiest smile I had ever seen had crept up onto Christine's lips.
"Erik," her voice was husky with desire again, "are you naked under those blankets?"
I was surprised when I realized I was blushing. "Yes," I admitted.
Her innocence was still visible in her bright blue eyes as pressed against me wantonly.
"Christine, what are you doing?" I was shocked. What was she doing? Although I had fantasies about this constantly, it didn't mean I expected her to want it.
"Erik- I… I want to make love to you. With you." She paused, looking down nervously and playing with her hair before looking back up at me, her eyes shinning with a mixture of desire, love, and anxiousness. "I want you to be my first."
"Christine, I- I don't know what to say… why are you- why do you want me?" I said, confused.
"I love you, Erik! What other reason could there be?" She picked up my hand and placed it on her heaving breast. "See, you did that. I want you, Erik… I need you. Please say yes…"
I felt my resolve dissipate as I felt her full, warm breast in my hand. One last time, I attempted to put a stop to this. "Christine you-."
Her finger pressed against my lips, my deformed lips. "Hush now, Erik. We love each other. And we both want this. Take me, Erik. I don't want to be without you any longer. I need you to fill me up with your love and warmth. Fill me, Erik… take me, love me, Erik…"
And it was the final straw. Pulling her to me, I kissed her passionately. Our tongues dueled fiercely as I pulled her up beside him. Passions flared as her clothes came off her body and were thrown across the room. I could only feel searing heat and desire… her breasts, her face, her long legs, her smooth smooth skin against mine. Our spirits soared higher than ever before as we made love to the music of our desire.
__________
You have brought me
To that moment when words run dry
To that moment when speech disappears into silence
Silence
I have come here
Hardly knowing the reason why
In my mind
I've already imagined
Our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent
And now I am here with you
No second thoughts
I've decided
Decided
__________
FRENCH TERMS
Merde: Shit as in "aw shit" not the literal shit
Deconner quelqu'un…: Fuck with someone