They lay like this for what seemed like forever, Erik almost silently weeping and Christine running her hands through his hair and across his back, whispering words of love and compassion to the man who was her lover, her best friend and her soul mate.

"Ssssssh my love" she cooed, listening to him like this was making her heart break. Using a free hand she snaked it underneath his chin and caressed it lovingly. He slowly lifted his head up to look at her, his eyes darkened with emotion. A tear fell down his cheek and she brushed it away with her thumb, Erik closed his eyes as she did this, enjoying the feeling of her hands upon him, he smiled softly and turned to look upon her again.

Christine ran her hand down across his collar bone and up the back of his neck and through his hair, and smiled slyly when Erik shivered involuntarily. Erik growled in the back of his throat and caught her eyes - the sadness of earlier quickly turning into something more, his eyes clouding over slightly as she continued her ministrations. Suddenly grabbing the back of his head she pulled him in for a kiss which surprised him but made him growl again - a deep sound which was even now slightly strained.

He let her take control of the kiss, letting her play her game at control for as long as his self control would last. She kissed him deeper, parting his lips with her tongue and seeking entrance. He complied almost immediately, trying not to get lost but he knew resistance woud be futile - no one could effect him like she could, no one had power over him like Chrstine. He let his hands roam across her body, ghosting everywhere he could reach, feather-like touches that he knew would drive her mad. Closing her eyes quickly and swallowing Christine continued to keep composure, but still Erik's methodical yet insistant touch continue until without warning she found herself on her back as Erik loomed down on her. Erik grinned down at her and said softly; "As much as I loved playing your game my dear, you and I both know I am not a very patient man" he added with a chuckle that caused Christine to laugh too.

He bent her head and kissed her again, she could still taste the salt of his tears as she opened her mouth to his invading tongue, she greeted this with a loud moan which was quickly covered by his mouth. Erik parted Christine's legs with his thigh and let his leg rest there, whilst still kissing her passionatly. He let out a small growl as he was suddenly aware that she had snaked her hand downwards to where their bodies met, stroking him underneath his trousers. Breaking the kiss he said, his voice cracking slightly;

"Keep doing that my love and believe me, this night will be very short indeed"

Christine giggled and a blush rose slowly across her face, the candlelight highlighting her features perfectly and taking Erik's breath away as he gazed lovingly at her - his eyes full of love and longing and passion but a melancholy that seemed as old as time. The world saw him as a killer - of life, of love, of anything decent and good but to her he was just Erik. Christine could not resist bringing her head up to kiss him on the lips again but she was quickly but deftly psuhed back down and before she knew it he had pinned her hands high above her head - holding them with one hand knowing she would put up no resistance against how he held up. Christine grinned, exhiliarated, and slightly nervous at what was going to happen. This time it was he who bent his head, catching her lips with his and kissing her passionately, using his free hand to lightly work his way down the side of her neck and cup her left breast. She arched under his touch, realising a small moan that was music to his ears. He moved his lips down the her neck, running his tongue across her jawline before suckling on a small spot between where her neck and shoulder met, enjoying every sound she made under his firm but soft carresses.

His hand moved up to her nipple, encircling it under her dress until it was fully hardened, he felt her shudder slightly and she arched herself even more to his touch, the touch driving her mad but yet she could not bare to tell him to stop - she could not - she'd die if he did.

"Erik... please..." she managed to get out, coming out more as a moan than actual words. Her growled at her need for him and knew he could never deny her anything. Snaking his hand around he managed to undo her dress, lifting her up and out of it in one fluid moment. He gazed down at her, letting his eyes drink every little last detail of her body in. He ran his tongue across her collar bone and down slowly to her right breast and capturing the nipple quickly, sucking gently and running his tongue over it. Christine let out a loud cry and arched up once more, meeting his mouth with an almost fervent passion she had never felt before.

"Erik...please..." - again the plea came, forced out into conciousness almost desperatly now. Her body was on fire and the more he touched her, the more she needed him. Letting go of her hands he made light work of his trousers, throwing thek behind him where they landed with a dull thud. She could feel his hardness on her thigh and she shivered. He positioned himself between her thighs and quickly snapped his head up to look at his beloved - her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open and a fine sheen of sweat was starting to develop over her body. Aware she was being watched Christine opened her eyes and immediately caught Erik's gaze - his eyes, the amber almost driven totally aware by his pupils, his look a silent message for that which he could not speak aloud - he was asking permission. Slowly Christine nodded, not sure whether she could form words.

Needing no second invitation he entered her slowly, letting out a hiss of breath as he did so. When he was fully inside he stayed still, allowing Christine to get used to him and allowing him to gather his senses together. Then, in the haze of his thoughts he was aware that she was moving against him, slowly at first but picking up speed as she wrapped her legs around him, pushing him deep. Each of the gasped at the deeper pentration and again they were still, basking in the feelings that being joined had brought them - each as amazed as the other. Looking down at her she nodded her head once more and he started to move, establishing a rhythm that suited them both, letting out moans and cries as they neared climax.

"Look at me Erik" came the silky voice of his lover. Erik managed to slowly open his eyes as he continued to thrust into her, getting closer and closer to sweet oblivion, he struggled to keep his eyes open and only shut them briefly before she repeated the command again; "Look at me Erik" and again he opened his eyes, amazed at her self control as she pushed him deeper and deeper. He could tell Christine was close - her breath came in ragged gasps but still her eyes remained open, staring up at him with a quiet respect. Suddenly Christine let out a loud cry, screaming his name into the night as she saw colours and tightened around him, tipping him over the edge almost immediately.

Erik stayed perfectly still and tried to gather his thoughts together, bliss filled every fibre of his body and he wanted nothing but to be where he was forever and a day. If he died now, he would die happy knowing he had tasted heaven, and her name was Christine. Even before he opened his eyes he could feel the soft heat falling freely down his cheeks knew he hadn't been able to contain his emotions completely. Opening his eyes slowly he gazed at Christine who lay in the same state of bliss as he, a smile forming on her delicate lips. Bending his head he kissed her gently and she opened her eyes. Neither wanted to part but reluctantly he pulled out of her and pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest as they drifted into a peaceful slumber, together and complete.