Chapter five To ponder of hidden matters
((AN: A short chapter for those Meg/Erik Phans who are both : romantic & unpatient...As I :P ))
It was amazing to Meg that Erik had actually not told her to continue the story. He told her to leave him, to go to her own chambers and leave him for the day being. A couple of hours later, she came out of the room and found him sitting at the organ writing down notes and playing what he wrote. Meg watched for a while, mesmerized by his movements as he closed his eyes and let himself be taken by the tones that filled the room. Megan saw pain within the music, she saw anguish...And somehow, she realised it was the cries of the Gargoyle Dominus. She moved slower to the organ and as he looked up at her, she softly smiled. Erik, as if not seeing her continued to play and be taken away in his own dream. Meg, as if by magic, suddenly got up on her fingers and started to dance slowly to the intoxcicating music that flowed from the organ. Her body became an instrument from the music which Erik played. The passion which made her body move looked like it had come out of nowhere. With each higher tone, with each strong cresendo, her body made such seductive moves which would make La Sorelli blush. Erik suddenly started to noticed this and his hands started to play slower, quiteing down the melody. Still, Meg danced with equal passion. He slowly got up, the tones still ringing troughout the room. Erik walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. It seemed that the music was still in Meg's head, for her hips were still moving even with Erik's arms around her. Her eyes reamined closed as her hands went up his arms, meanwhile swinging slowly to the invisible rythm. Erik knew this was tempation in it's most roughest form. He quickly broke Meg's trance and turned her towards himself, his hands on her shoulders and his gaze fixed on her face. She seemed suprised, a bit frightened. Still nothing prepared her when Erik pressed his lips against hers. Meg didn't break away, but feeling that strange hypnotic music still pound in her head, she wrapped her arms around Erik's neck and kissed him with equal passion. She couldn't supress any of her gasps as he traced kisses down her neck and as his hands travelled across her body. She hurried to find his lips again and kissed him feverously. Erik quickly picked her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist. They kept on kissing as Erik came to the organ and sat down on the bench, Meg in his lap. Meg quickly started tugging on Erik's coat, showing him it was a nuisance. Erik let out a chuckle as her lips locked with his, quickly took it off and threw it away. When Meg's lips locked against his throat, Erik muttered her name and felt her lips going up against his neck to find his lips again. Meg quickly worked on Erik's shirt and took it off. Her hand traced the lines of his chest, her eyes studying his body. Erik cought her chin and made her look at him. Meg came closer, licked his lips and kissed him passionately. Erik couldn't control himself as he ripped her dress and continued to leave marks against her neck. He heard her moan his name and he looked up at her. How beautiful she actually was, he had never noticed it before. Little Meg, Megan Giry...He touched her cheek, his hand tracing her face as her eyes remained closed.His other hand went down her stomach, beneath her dress. He could feel the strong heat beneath her legs. As he saw her gasp his name, Erik suddenly woke up in his bed. He looked around and realised he was still fully dressed, but very much in sweat. How could he let himself dream of Megan in such a manner! Still, it felt so good. Even better when he dreamt of...He quickly shook his head, remebering what that name made him do. He quickly got up from his bed/coffin and rushed to Meg's room. He knocked on the door, suprisingly, very quietly, but when no one answered, he opened the door. He slowly walked in and closed the door after himself. He saw her sleeping, curled up on the bed and the white mask still on her face. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. She looked so peaceful and innocent...innocent...She was far from that in the dream he had. He wondered if she maybe his such a side from everyone, or atleast took it out of herself by dancing. He slowly took off the mask.
''Hide no longer...'' he whispered, brushing the hair away from her face. He backed away and left the room. As the door closed, Meg opened her eyes and managed to smile slightly.