Christine bit back at the lump rising in her throat which was threatening to turn into a sob - the true power of this moment lost on neither of them. After what seemed like an eternity Christine was aware that he had stopped, the air around them was electric, the only sound between them was each others heavy breathing. Both were afraid to move, both afraid even to speak, the tension in the room could be cut by a knife.
Music like an aphrodisiac to the soul, music could bring the coldest of men to their knees. But it was music that bonded and guided Erik and Christine, the other worldly connection that each of them shared was able to rise and fall like that of even the best symphony, their souls entwining like heavens own melody. Erik was as sure now as ever that Christine was heaven sent, she was his angel, she was his home.
He ran his lips across her neck, savouring her taste. He ran the curve of her neck before reaching up to her ear and whispering sensously into her ear "Any requests?" the final word coming out as more of a growl that made her senses reel sharply, bringing her closer to the sweet oblivion that she could not and would not request.
Breaking the moment before this night ended all too soon he started up a new melody that before long twisted themselves into Beethoven's 3rd - also known as "Erotica" - the significance was not lost on Christine who emitted a slight giggle as she felt Erik smirk into her neck as he continued to caress with his lips. Her body was on fire now, his cool touch brining out a fire that only he could extinguish.
She could feel his need for her pressing almost painfully into her lower back but she knew as well as he did that he could stretch this out as long as he wanted, making her completely and utterly half crazy for release before he would even think about his own need for her. His self control was almost inhuman at times. The music swelled and ebbed again as it started in a soft easy rhythm as the heat between them rose.
Christine shut her eyes, knowing that she was nearly past the point of know return, standing on the edge of forever, safe, secure and willing to be lead whereever he would, she would follow him to the ends of the earth if he would only hold her every night, the darkness had never been so safe as the darkness that he brought.
Erik moved one hand, brushing her left breast with it, feeling the nipple instantly harden under his light touch. Christine jolted towards him slightly, caught unwares by his touch but craving more. Biting back a groan he did it again, getting a less extreme reaction but one none the less. He continued to play, never once losing his timing or place as his hand slid lower to caress her breast through the thin fabric.
He watched her intensly, her skin was flushed pink, her eyes closed. He watched the way she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning as he cotinued his slow ministrations. He watched as her fists clenched and unclenched as he brushed his hand across her stomach, lightly but even that brought out a moan than was music to his ear. His groin ached, his head was fuzzy as he concentrated on the music, before his need got the better of him. Sweat broke out on his forehead and down his back as he watched her, swallowing as he tried unsuccessfully to restrain a growl that built up in his throat at the sight of the perfection infront of him.
"Erik...please..." Christine's voice was almost dreamy now, the silky sweetness in his voice almost the undoing of him as he shook his head and swallowed again before whispering into her ear, his voice thick with his need for her.
"Trust me... Christine" - her name came out as a groan, which caused them both to shiver. The heat was almost at fever pitch now as Erik continued the composition, the key change significant as it got slightly higher.
Erik reached down and brushed his hand over her centre before stroking her there, softly and gently, bringing out her moans now, that were audible even above the music. She whispered his name over and over, almost begging him completely now but still retaining that stubborn air which had attracted him to her in the first place - the air that no matter what you did she would not give in.
Smiling to himself he continued his torture, his own breathing coming sharp now as he willed himself to finish the song. With the last note of the piece he arose taking her with him.
Christines eyes snapped open as she was jolted from her daze, afraid that he was going to leave her like this, even though she knew he wouldn't. Her whole body was screaming for his touch now, her blood sang with his rhythm, with the music that flowed between them.
He placed a lingering kiss on her lips, savouring her taste again as he carried her over to their bed. He placed her down and looked into her eyes, his eyes betraying the self control he had managed so well to retain through the past minutes. The need for her as bright as day. He removed his shirt, and noted the way Christine moved her eyes down his body. Tonight he would show her the meaning of love, the meaning of peace, tonight there was only forever.
