A/N: HAHAHAHA!!! I hope you liked the last chapter, because there's going to be a lot more where that came from! By the way, some of you guys are really smart, I'm not naming names but I'm really glad that you know where I'm going with this, otherwise, what am I trying to say, right? By the way stuff from the last chapter, to those of you who might have noticed, was from: Pretty Woman, Armageddon, Ella Enchanted, Moulin Rouge and something that I can't remember right now. Yes I do realize that you unlace a corset, but I was to in the moment to care. And I'm warning you right now, I might not update for a while, just so you know ok? Now, on with the chappie!
Chapter 9: The Sweet Mixture Of Love And Syrup
Erik slowly slid his arm out from under Christine's body. He stood and searched for his clothes. He dressed and put a rose on the pillow next to his lover. Careful not to disturb her, he bent down and stroked her cheek. After kissing her shoulder, he gathered her clothes and hid them. Smiling to himself, he left the room and searched for his mask. He found it on the piano and then made his way to the upper levels of the Moulin Rouge.
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"Toulouse, I' am worried about Erik, I was supposed to help him with the girl yesterday, and he did not arrive. He would never miss an encounter with Christine." Nadir looked about nervously.
Toulouse calmly sipped his tea, watching the dancers stretch was much more interesting than listening to Nadir worry about Erik. Toulouse was worried, just not about Erik, he was however, worried about Christine.
"Hello gentlemen." An dark voice seemed to come from the shadows, causing Nadir to jump.
This resulted in Toulouse spilling tea all over himself. "Nadir, I insist that you don't do that again."
Erik seemed to peel away from the shadows like an orange peel would peel away from the juicy fruit. He sat down in one graceful motion.
"Hello Erik, aren't you just a little to joyful for a phantom?" Toulouse sarcastically commented while wiping away the remnants of his teacup.
"Y-yes, hello Erik." Nadir repeated, still shaking slightly.
Erik refrained from frowning, he was just so much in love, he wondered if it was a crime to love some one as much as he loved Christine. If it was he would have been shot. "Thank you Toulouse for noticing."
Toulouse nodded.
Nadir looked at both, confused and utterly feeling left out. "Noticed what?"
Erik continued, ignoring Nadir. "Toulouse, I need you to find Christine's contract, I do not wish to keep her from singing, however if there is something in there about a courtesan, destroy it."
Toulouse nodded again.
"What are you talking about? Christine works here?" Nadir's head was about to burst.
"Nadir, there is too much to explain, and I must get back to my ang...Christine." Erik was absorbed into the shadows, leaving Nadir very confused and Toulouse with a mission.
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Christine awakened to an empty space beside her, well not entirely. She grasped the rose and smiled, rolling onto her stomach. She giggled, kicking her feet up in the air. Erik was so perfect, a perfect person has to have a flaw, that's what makes Erik so special. His flaws. She loved him so much, Raoul was physically perfect, she disliked pretty boys anyway. Erik was what she wanted, Erik Erik Erik. His ring caught her eye on her finger. She slipped it off and admired it. It truly was beautiful. She noticed something etched into the inside of the ring.
"Christine, never fear the darkness. I' am the darkness, and I love you."
Christine read it in her mind, loving Erik even more in her heart.
She wanted to do something for him, but what? Clean the room? She smiled devilishly. No they would defiantly need it again. She decided on making breakfast, then found that her clothes were missing. She was slightly shocked, then amused. So Erik wanted to play like that? She searched until she found one of Erik's shirts, and pulled it over her head. The fabric was slightly transparent so that the outline of her breasts was visible. The shirt went just passed her thighs, giving a good view of her legs.
Christine went into the kitchen and found bread butter and eggs.
"French toast it is then." She said to herself, and began.
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Erik entered his home to the smell of amazing cooking. He went to the kitchen and almost fell over. Christine was wearing nothing but one of his sheer undershirts. She didn't hear him come in, so he decided to play with her a bit. He swiftly became her shadow, following behind her every move. He soon couldn't contain himself, and pulled her into him by wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. She was not surprised however, and leaned into him. Her body fit perfectly against his. He rested his chin on her shoulder and ran his hands down over her hips, over her legs and back up, under the shirt. He felt her hips shudder with anticipation and he smiled.
"Erik." She breathed as she felt his fingers slide tantalizingly over her breasts. He kissed her shoulder, urging a soft moan to escape her lips.
He melted away from her, the darkness concealing him from his lover.
Christine turned, slightly disappointed that the moment had ended so quickly. She set the syrup and plates down on the table, and turned to get the flowers when a voice made her shiver with delight.
"You know my dear, your cooking is exquisite."
She turned to find Erik sitting calmly at the table, chewing on a piece of toast. Christine went over and slithered herself into his lap. He lowered his lips to hers and the sweet mixture of love and syrup pulsed through her.
"Erik, making love is such a wonderful thing, especially with you," Erik moaned into Christine's neck, agreeing with her, "but if we keep it up without food, we will definitely not be able to continue."
"It's not my fault, you're the one that keeps tempting me with all these little actions." He wrapped his hands around her waist.
"Like what?" She smirked, her arms helplessly making their way around his shoulders.
"Well, like taking my shirt without my permission." He ran his hands over her exposed thigh. He was surely going to enjoy this.
"I'm sorry milord, but someone took my clothes and hid them." She kissed his hand which was upon her face.
"Good heavens, I wonder who could have done that?"
Christine pulled away before they ended up on the table. "Eat you lovesick fool." She giggled as he obeyed.
She started to get out of his lap but was then brought back down forcefully by a hand around her waist.
"The only way I'm going to eat this, is if you sit right here and let me feed you." Erik calmly poured syrup over the next piece of toast, trying very hard not to grin.
Christine's look of shock turned to one of amusement and obediently did as she was told, letting Erik feed her along the way. They were soon however, upon the table, Erik's hands roaming freely, and Christine moaning with pleasure. She had never known love like this, it was exciting and it made her feel like she was flying. Erik pawed at the shirt, wanting it off. It gave way soon, and he had full access to her breasts. Her flesh was so good, so warm. His lips went to her ear.
Floating, Falling
Sweet Intoxication,
Touch Me, Feel Me
Savor Each Sensation
Christine smiled, he was so good.
Always, I Want to Be With You,
And Make Believe With You
And Live In Harmony, Harmony
All Night
She sang back to him. Erik wanted to obey the voice in his ear, goddamit, he will obey the voice in his ear! He picked Christine up, not wanting to lose a moment, and made his way to the closest bed, his bed.
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Christine looked down at Erik, who was laying his head down on her bare stomach. His finger was running over her naked body, feeling the soft warm skin, the skin that he longed to touch every second of every day. Christine put a hand to his face and brought him up to her.
"You dropped this." She linked something around his neck.
He looked down, it was the music box key, but there was something else there. Her locket.
"Christine, I can't take this." He began to take it off.
She put a hand on his chest. "It is my heart, I' am giving it to you."
He stared down at her, adoring her, drinking her in. Then he kissed her, long and sweet as if to seal their fate as lovers for eternity.
A/N:Just so you know that is NOT the end of the story. Toodles.
