Yay! I've just realized my character never wonders where the bathroom is…ha! But since this is fairytale like I will avoid that question. Did Snow White ever ask the dwarves where the can was? I don't think so! Anyway, there's kind of a sex scene, just warning you. Don't like writing full ones so most of it is up to you to imagine.

Claire awoke sometime during the night, Erik's voice still fresh in her mind.

Sleep my love,
Do not fear,
For in the morning,
I'll be here.

He still slept beside her. Claire smiled and moved about until she found a comfortable place. His arm still protectively held her close to him. She still had not asked him many questions that had been on her mind. Now that she thought of them she was wide awake.

"Erik?" she said softly and he stirred beside her. Shifting against her, Claire felt a rush of pleasure course through her.

"Mmm?" she heard him reply. He must have been half asleep, exhausted from the day. Claire didn't even know how much he actually slept.

"Sorry for waking you," she said and he groaned softly.

"Do not worry, my love," he replied and kissed the back of her head. Erik pulled her closer to him, the hardness of his pants pressing against her. Claire would be driven mad with passion soon if something did not happen.

"Where did you come from?" she asked suddenly, forgetting to initiate conversation before delving into those topics. He did not say anything for several moments. Claire was sure he'd leave her.

"I've lived many places, seen many things, finally coming here to Paris. I helped build this Opera House and haven't left since." Claire bit her bottom lip and sighed.

"Thank you." Claire turned over so she could see his face. His hair was all tousled about from sleep which made him appear years younger. She pressed her body up against his and placed a caring hand on the right side of his face.

"Please don't," Erik said, kissing the hand that rested on his face. Claire removed her hand and began to unbutton her blouse. Erik turned his head away.

"I can not do this," he snapped. She stopped undressing.

"You can," Claire said gently and brought her lips to his and won him over. He was hers and she was his from that moment. No two souls had ever before fit so perfectly together. Claire moved to unbutton the rest of her blouse but Erik's touch stopped her.

"Allow me," he said and began to remove her shirt. Underneath was a worn and improperly latched corset. Erik smiled at this and pushed her back onto the bed. He did this properly, placing her amongst the covers, her ashen hair spread out every which way over the many pillows. He kissed the top of her breasts with the hesitation of a child. Claire knew he had never done this before so she would help make it the best she possibly could. He kissed the exposed skin passionately. Claire kissed the top of his head and breathlessly said,

"I think this is the part where you free me from this uncomfortable corset." Erik blushed. Claire could see his hands were trembling. He slowly undid the clasps, exposing her chest and stomach. She suddenly felt more naked then she had ever felt before. She must have looked unsure. Erik had stopped.

"Should I stop?" he asked, his eyes filled with curious confusion. Claire shook her head and lifted herself up to kiss him. As her brain became more and more fogged with lust she removed his shirt, his impeccable abs revealed. She brought him down with her, her tiny breasts pressed against his chest. Both of their breathing was heavy, their eyes locked. The music of the night had begun.