"I'm married now, don't you know?" Christine spoke softly, into the phantom's ear.
"Of course I know. I saw the ring. But that's not a big problem. We can be quiet. If we both keep things under our tongues, no one will suspect a thing."
This wont change things. She will always keep coming back, that part is inevitable. It's the mask. It's just so sexy, I know.
"I wish we didn't have to keep things so secret, you know how I hate this."
"Yes, Christine, I know. But you're married now. Even if society would accept us together, you're bound to Raoul. So, for now, you must simply play the 'good housewife' role. Things will work themselves out. They always do."
"But I don't know how long I can do this… all this lying and chea.." she was cut short as her hand was brought to the level of the phantom's belt. She knew exactly what to do from there. She's a smart one.
As smart as she is, she still hesitated a bit.
"Are you sure…? Here, now…?" She had that whiny, 'but mom…' tone in her voice, and it was quite obvious the Opera ghost did not like it much. For with it, he gave the slightest twitch of annoyance.
He quickly calmed down. "And why not, my dear? We've slept here many a time before, what's to stop us now? There's not a soul around, and we haven't in so long!
And with that, almost as if on cue, she let out a brief sigh. And this was just the response he had wanted. He gave a little smirk, trying not to let his amount of pleasure at this show.
She set to work, unbuttoning her blouse. She walked over to the bed, sat down, and dropped the top at her feet. She then, smiled brightly, stuck out a finger, and signaled for the phantom to join her.
"Well, gee… it seems like every time you finger me, I have to come."
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