A/n: Sequel to "Return to Me". It's short, only two chapters, but we needed to know what happened next.This picks up right where Return to Me left off.

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Rating M for sexual content and some angst.

Christine POV

My angel leads me carefully down the winding halls back to my bedroom. I can't help but find myself giggling like a school girl. He smiles, and the smile warms me.

When we get back to my room he opens the door and allows me to enter first. He then swiftly follows me in, closing the door securly and locking it behind us.

I sit on the bed, waiting for him to come over to me. When he does he seems not to have the same mentality as moments before.

"Christine, we shouldn't be doing this," I frown.

"Erik? What's wrong?" I try to embrace him, trying to wrap my arms around his waist, but he pushes my hands away.

"Christine, we are not wed, and you are still engaged, we should not be doing this," he stands up, running a hand through his hair.

I know that arguing will get us no where, but I do know one thing that I could still do. This is my secret weapon that the older ballet girls taught us, the way to get any guy in your bed if they truly love you.

I move quickly behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my hands right above the crotch of his pants. I mentally remind myself to thank the ballet girls, they taught me something that I would actually need to know.

I feel his breath catch and I stand on my tip toes to kiss the back of his neck, hitting a sensitive spot and running chills down his spine.

"Please, Christine, stop before I can't," I smile at his words and lower my hands to rest just above where he would be. The plan is working perfectly.

He momentarily caves and leans outward, toward my hands, but then stops and whispers, "Please Christine."

"Erik, if I wasn't sure that it was you who I wanted then I wouldn't be doing this, but I'm sure now that it is you that I want to spend the rest of my days with. Please, don't be afraid, not for me," I kiss his neck.

"Only for you, Christine," he responds.

"Not now," I kiss him again.

"Always," my hands lower.

"Enough to do this?" he arches into my hands further.

"If you want it," he moans as I stroke him through his pants.

"I do," he turns in my grasp and pulls me to him, kissing me deeply. I move up to him and he leads me backwards toward the bed again. When we find it he lowers me backwards onto it, never breaking his lips from mine.

We finally break, eahc of us gasping for air, as he pulls me further onto the bed, my head resting on the pillows. I then starts to gently undo my shirt. I can tell that for each of us this is something new, and I know he can sense this as well.

He pulls the shirt from my arms and I help shrug it off entirely. He looks down at my body, still covered in my corset and chemise.

His hands snake around to my back and pull me towards him, trying to undo my corset, and failing miserably. I move my hands so that they are over his and I guide him, helping him undo the terrible contraption completely. When it's loose enough to remove he pulls it open and I arch my back to get it out from under me.

His lips begin to trace the red lines that are left on my skin and I feel a moan escape my lips that only seems to make him more hungry.

He then undoes the chemise with ease, sliding it off of me, and moving his lips along my bare skin. The feel of his lips is intoxicating as he moves to my breast. A long moan escapes my lips and he smiles.

I then move my arms between us and start to unbutton his shirt. This is removed with little dificulty and I start to think I have it easy when I see that he is wearing a second shirt.

"I never knew boys liked to dress up as much as girls," I smile.

"We only do it to impress," he kisses my lips as my hands guide themselves in the process of removing this second shirt.

When it is finally removed I marvel at his skin, but cringe to see the scars that my angel bares.

I flip him over and I start to run my lips over the scars, lightly caressing them with my hands. He arches up into my touch and I move slower, causing him to moan loud.

I realize that he is also tortured by the point that his pants are still on. Moving even slower now I start to undo his pants. Half way through he whispers my name and I hurry the task a little.

Finally removing his pants he flips me onto my back again and lowers his hips so that we are meeting flesh on flesh.

I gasp at the feeling and he turns away, but I force him to look back at me and then I kiss him, his hands exploring my body.

When his hands travel by my hips I break the kiss and exhale, "Erik."

He moves his hands agonizingly slow between my legs and then up further, finding my center and causing me to whimper.

He removes his hands I start to explore him this time. When I get closer, just by his waist, I can feel him respond. He is so much more sensitive to touch then me, but then I guess I should have expected it to be such.

He then moves to find my center again, and whispers to me, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I reply, barely able to get out the one word.

He moves into me, slowly and carefully at first, then a bit faster, until he meets resistance. Holding still he strokes my hair, "I know this sill hurt you."

"So do I," I insist.

"Then do you wish for me to continue?" he kisses me, gently.

"Yes," with this he moves to thrust, and he does, hard.

I cry out and he instantly stops again, hushing me, stroking my hair and silencing me with a kiss.

"Well, I'm yours," I whisper, finally finding my voice.

He smiles, "And I am yours."

With this he starts to move within me again, gently and rhythemically. He then starts to move faster and I can feel his perspiration mixing with mine.

Soon I feel him buck extra hard and we both cry out, coming, and then he pulls out of me, collapsing at my side.

For a few moments I am too tired to move, but then I get my barings and start to stroke his hair out of his face, running my fingers through it soothingly.

He finally comes to as well, "Christine?"

"I love you," I kiss him.

"I love you too," he whispers.

"I know," I smile.

I feel myself drifting off, so I give him one more kiss and whisper, "Goodnight."

I hear him whisper something as well, but I do not comprehend it as I fall into a blissful sleep in the arms of my angel.

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