Author´s notes:
1)This chapter is a bit darker than the previous ones and also contains a bit more sexuality. I hope you don´t mind.
2) Again, thanks to all the nice people who took the time to review! I really should say that more often, but you can be sure that I absolutely loved every single review. Lindaleriel: I´m glad you like Raoul. There are far too few who do. twinlady: Lovely idea! I don´t think it´ll ever happen, though.
9) This burning desire
This time Meg didn´t arrive too late. She also wore prettier clothes than four days ago. Proudly she looked at her white blouse and the light blue skirt. Her mother had even let her skip the rehearsal to go home and change. It had been her who had brought her daughter the news. ´He wishes to meet you in Christine Daaé´s dressing room at six.´, she had said, showing her a note written in red ink. As nearly always her face hadn´t given away her thoughts.
As Meg expected him to come through the mirror she jumped when the door was opened behind her. "Good evening." Erik´s melodic voice filled the room, making the girl shiver with anticipation. She turned around to face him. "Good evening, monsieur!", she said, smiling. He, however, didn´t show any signs of emotion. "Why do you think we are here?", he asked. Meg hesitated. Was this a trick question? "To… talk?", she suggested. "But you can talk all the time: with your mother and your friends. Surely you don´t need me to talk."
Erik came closer, watching her like a bird of prey does it with a mouse. And Meg felt like a mouse under his gaze. "What is it you really want?", he hissed, and even if she had known the perfect answer, she would not have been able to utter a single syllable. Her heart was beating much more quickly than usual, but she had no idea whether it was because she was frightened or excited.
After a long moment he crushed his lips against hers, and this time she opened her mouth readily, making it easier for his tongue to enter. Soon Meg was losing herself in the kiss, focusing entirely on the sensual play of their tongues. She only opened her eyes when she noticed something pressing against her thigh. Spending most of the day with a group of adolescent girls she of course knew what happened to men in certain situations. But knowing it and actually feeling it were two completely different things.
Meg ended the kiss, and they both had to gasp for breath before she could speak. "I… I´m not sure I want this.", she muttered, hoping her would understand. "Don´t you think it´s too early?" "Too early for what, my dear?", Erik gave back, chuckling. Obviously he found the conversation amusing. "Too early for… ooh!" The connection between her mind and her mouth was interrupted when he started kissing his way down her neck. Since Meg was very ticklish all she could do now was giggling.
Erik was a little proud that he had managed to make the girl stop arguing. How easy everything was when he simply let his body decide what to do! In contrast to his mind, his body showed very clearly what it wanted, and for once he would not hold himself back. He pushed Meg backwards till her back hit the edge of the dressing table. With one swift movement he shoved the few things that lay on it aside and put her down on it instead.
As his hands glided under her skirt and up her thighs Meg stopped giggling. Suddenly she realised that she was about to lose her virginity to a man she had not even spoken ten sentences with. Although it was feeling very good what he did, she had imagined making love to be something special that men and women did after having met more than once. She wasn´t even sure whether he knew it would be her first time. At least she had to tell him.
"Erik… I… I´ve never… done this…", she stammered sheepishly, looking at her own arms, which lay on his shoulders. She had no idea what she wanted to achieve with it, she didn´t even know if she wanted him to stop. The tingling in the region below her stomach gave her completely different advice from her mind.
Erik, however, had heard nothing after the first word. "How dare you use that name?", he said in a dangerously low voice. Christine was the only one from whose lips the name ´Erik´ could come. When she spoke this simple word sounded like the sweetest term of affection. He would not allow that its magic would be taken away by some chorus girl. "You should better go now.", he went on slightly louder, pulling his hands out from under her skirt.
She remained where she was, stunned. How could something like a name be that important to him? All right, she hadn´t asked explicitly if she could call him Erik. But then, why should she? Christine used that name, and certainly Meg meant more to him than she, didn´t she? After all, he had nearly slept with her. "But why…?" She never finished the sentence for Erik cut her short. "Get out.", he said, barely able to contain his anger. He was breathing heavily, and his hands were clenched into fists. He looked so frightening that Meg slid from the dressing table and left for her own dressing room without even tidying herself up.
