I've been reading over my reviews and realized a lot of you noticed that Lotte was falling back a bit and this is her story after all. Plus I think it's about time I give you all what I should have given you let's 30 or so chapters back; some Lotte and Pierre fluff. I thought I would never write anything like that again, but I was so breaking that vow with Erik and Christine, so I think Lotte deserves a little one on one time with her special someone. So this chapter will be pushed up to a higher rating. But don't worry I keep those kind of things clean.

Besides I don't think I've clearly given Pierre a description. Now don't jump down my throat right away, but his hair is kind of like Raoul's, because of the sandy blonde color, but Pierre always wears it in a ponytail unlike Raoul. On top of that Pierre looks better than Raoul, so you can't hate me there. I am still a member of the Raoul United Haters Club, so to my fellow club members I am truly sorry you had to hear that.

So before I get clobbered to death let the story commence.

Note: I do not own the Notre Dome Cathedral or anything related to it, but it would be a nice place for a date especially in Lotte and Pierre's case, am I right?

Chapter 66: Nervous Habits

A few days following Erik's near hit and miss on the theatre floor the adults were sitting around the lair trying to come up with alternatives for making room to fit the need of the new baby. While Erik, Christine, and Pierre discussed; Lotte sat there staring off into space. The last thing she wanted to hear was anymore about her new sibling.

Just recently certain things she seemed to take no notice of had crept up and now stared back at her mocking her. She thought for so long she was happy and did her best to make sure everyone else saw that, but reality hit hard, she wasn't happy. Ever since that unfaithful day when she witnessed her own father get shot and carried away to jail her whole life had been an emotional roller coaster.

Sure there were happy times like meeting Pierre and marrying him, the nights they shared together, when he hadn't already fallen asleep when she climbed into bed, and Jacqueline. But now she realized that, because the Opera House was back on its feet it was all about her father. Everyone adored him thanks to her, but she never got any credit for it. No one said, "Thank you for the excellent idea to restore the Opera House. We're so glad you did."

She was happy for him, there was no doubt there for he could now thrive in the upper sections of the Opera House, just not out on the streets. Though with the return of her mother it seemed as the attention Lotte received from her father started to dwindle. Slowly she lifted her eyes to look at him. He was sitting off to her left and he was talking happily with Christine and Pierre. Lotte suddenly felt hatred and jealously towards the unborn child, because she knew that soon it would be taking most of their time.

Also the fact that her own daughter had such a great bond with him; and she had no problem with that, because Jacqueline was learning things, but it seemed that Lotte was also being pushed aside there and did her best to take in those few moments that Jacqueline had run to her with a problem. Oh, how she missed those simple little talks they shared. She gave a small sigh.

"Lotte, darling are you all right?" Christine asked her from across the circle of chairs.

Lotte looked up and realized everyone had stopped talking and were looking in direction. She looked at each one in turn, but when her gaze fell on her father her features became scrunched together and she stood up so quickly the chair she had been seated on fell back and clattered on the floor.

"I'm just fine if anyone cares," she shouted racing off to her bedroom and slamming the door.

She collapsed onto the peacock bed and sobbed into a pillow. All she wanted was time alone. Alone from those she loved, but wondered if they loved her back.

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At Lotte's sudden outburst Christine stood up alarmed and made ready to go after her, but Erik pulled her back. He shook his head at her protests and had her sit back down.

"Let me go to her. I fear something is seriously wrong," she pleaded trying to get up once more.

"Leave her be for awhile. If there was one thing I noticed about her tone it was jealously."

"Jealously; but who could she possibly be jealous of?" Christine asked.

"Of me I guess. Did you see where she was staring when she said that? She was looking right at me. In some ways I've harmed her and the worst part of it is I did onto her what others did onto me."

"What?" Pierre asked.

"I left her alone in the dark without care and protection after Christine came back. Because you were here Pierre I thought she would be safe and I could take care of other things. But I see that I was wrong in believing that. She may be a grown woman, but there is still the heart of my little girl beating inside her. As the grown eyes watch me show affection for my wife and granddaughter the child inside grows jealous and feels that no more affection is left for her."

"Well she has also complained to me that I don't show her enough love either. I feel bad when I fall asleep before she does, but my work is important and if the Opera House is to stay…"

Erik quickly stood. "That's the problem right there. I took all the credit for the rebuilding of the Opera House. She had been the one to mention it, because she wanted us to be together again, but instead it pushed us all apart. Pierre I insist that today you take the day off and spend the rest of it with your wife. While Christine and I get the other workers together and show Lotte how we truly feel for her creative decision."

"Wait a minute what are you suggesting I do?"

"You're her husband you figure it out, but if you decide to go anywhere take the back entrances, so that she doesn't come on stage. We'll take Jacqueline with us so no one bothers you. I'd say we'd be ready around eight o'clock tonight, so you practically have the day to spend with her."

Erik turned and helped Christine off the couch, and then called to Jacqueline, who eagerly followed them up the tunnel towards the stage. Pierre took in a deep breath and went up to the bedroom door giving it a slight push surprised to find it wasn't locked. He stepped in slowly and closed the door behind him.

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Lotte heard the click of the door as it closed. "Go away father, I don't wish to talk to you now!" she hissed.

"Lotte it's me," she heard Pierre say softly.

She lifted her head from the pillow and looked through her wet lashes to look at him. For a moment they're gazes connected, but soon Lotte turned away wanting no pity on her part. "I don't wish to see anyone Pierre. I'm sorry, but I'm just not myself right now."

He took a step closer. He knew he would not back down from this. The one person he truly loved was in tears and he hated seeing her this way, but he had no clue what he could do. Reaching back to scratch his neck he began playing with his ponytail, which was a sign that he was nervous. It had gotten long again and he was planning to get it cut.

"Lotte, why won't you talk to me? I've always been there for you haven't I?"

"Not lately. My father works you so hard you can barely keep your eyes open when I come to bed. I miss you when I go to sleep Pierre. I want the old days back when I could rest in your arms and feel protected. I hate feeling so alone all the time," she said curling herself in a tiny ball and turning, so that her back faced him, which he took as a golden opportunity.

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(If you dislike R rated content the chapter will be cut off for a bit for all of you. But there is still some story after this, so scroll down and you'll find the large "X" again marking the end of the adult content)

He came to the edge of the bed and kicked off his socks and shoes. "Lotte all I want is to make you happy. I'm sorry I upset you at all," he said climbing up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I want to love you the way any man loves his wife." He leaned his head in the crook of her neck leaving small kisses along her buttermilk skin. "Please don't push me away."

Lotte just stared at the wall sadly. She didn't want pity, but the feel of Pierre's touch made her feel more than that. She would always love him and she would always want him to stay. "No, Pierre I won't push you away. I want you to stay," she said rolling her face towards his.

He reached over and kissed away all her tears. "Today is just for you and me Lotte. Your father gave everyone the day off."

"The day off; is he desperate or something?"

"No, now don't worry about it so much my love. Today my thoughts rest on you and making you feel loved again. Now no more tears," he said kissing away a tear that had gotten away from him.

Lotte reached up and caressed his cheek. His skin was so soft under her hand and she felt an urge grow from within. It had been so long since the two of them had shared the bed together in this way and the want of it seemed to grow. She slowly leaned in and pressed her lips against his starting gently, and then being a bit more demanding of her actions. Licking his bottom lip she begged for entrance into his mouth and he soon obliged flicking his own tongue against hers.

That sent a wave of shivers down her spine as he reached around her and helped her to sit up along with him. Her hand reached back to his neck as she deepened the kiss and began playing with the ponytail. That was one thing about it she enjoyed. She could play with it when they kissed like this, but at this moment she wanted the joy of running her fingers through those sandy blonde lengths of hair. The thought made her head swim and her body surge with the want. Soon her other hand reached up and she undid the ponytail pleased as the hair fell around his shoulders.

His fingers also went exploring in her brown curls. She loved the feeling as he began messaging her scalp and continued kissing her all at the same time. It was such a sweet feeling, but it wasn't enough. She pulled her hands away from his hair and rubbed her flat palm up and down his chest teasing him before she went for the buttons. One other thing she liked about him. He never wore complicated clothes unless he was doing business work for her father. Pierre usually complained about having to wear suits and would be out of them the second he came home.

His farm boy style made him more the type for her. The truth was she hated all those stuck up gentlemen in town and the weird stares they gave as she would walk about them linked arm in arm with her husband. Plus the farm boy clothes as she found out were easy to get off in a hurry, but she wanted to take things slow and did each button delicately.

In the meantime Pierre started kissing her neck again starting up where it connected under her chin to her collarbone where he gently started sucking the delicate skin making her shiver with excitement. She finally undid the last button and pushed the shirt off his shoulders exposing his muscular chest and stomach; no doubt from all the hard work he had done at the vineyard lifting barrels of wine or raspberries.

She leaned in and licked a trail up his front and as she reached the middle she gazed up at him her eyes twinkling. "Are you trying to tell me something," he chuckled as she finished her way up till she reached his chin.

"That I want you to show me how a man makes love to a woman. I've grown rusty," she said in a seductive voice.

"I'll show you that and more. I will gladly show you the stars and the heavens as they move around in a sea of black that are your eyes," he said reaching behind her and beginning to unlace her bodice.

"I will gladly follow you there to the heavens," she said lying against his chest making it easier for him to reach the laces. Once that was aside he started on the corset, which she was grateful to be rid of as each lace came undone. He sat her up and gently pulled the corset away from her front revealing her smooth curves.

She blushed a bit and turned away. He reached for her and brought her back to face him. "Why do you hide my Little Lotte?"

"It's been so long since you've seen these. I almost feel embarrassed showing them to you now," she said gazing into his eyes.

"I promise to be gentle," he said as he moved toward the left breast and took it into his mouth gently sucking.

Lotte fell back onto the bed bringing him with her from the rush it gave her. He was being gentle liked he promised and he was giving her the most pleasure she had in years from that simple act. To intensify it he began nibbling the tip and licking the bite marks with his tongue. Lotte was beyond excitement at this point as he moved happily to the other one repeating his treatment upon it. She worked her hands along his back and neck as her lower body screamed for attention.

Pulling him up so she could kiss those marvelous lips of his she grabbed onto his belt and undid it throwing it aside. He got the idea and pulled his pants down and soon those joined the pile on the floor. Suddenly he jumped from the bed and locked the door having forgotten that he didn't when he entered the room.

When he returned he was welcomed by Lotte removing her skirts and throwing them aside leaving her perfectly exposed before her. Slowly he crawled onto the bed and had her lay down among the pillows. He lay on his stomach between her legs and licked a trail down between her breasts and down to her navel where he circled around it with his tongue.

A pleasurable moan left her mouth as he moved closer to the space between her thighs, but he stopped and instead circled the area with his finger first wanting to be sure she was ready for him. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her and to his luck she was ready to accept him. She sat up a bit and reached between them brushing a finger along the one thing that would bring them closer together making him give his own little moan deep within his throat.

Supporting himself on his hands and knees he had her lay back down again where she willingly opened her legs a bit to help him make the connection. Before he did so he came to the opening and waited there. She moaned with the want, but he wanted to tease her just a moment longer. When he was satisfied he lifted her arms up over her head and ran his own hands over them trying to distract her from the combining of their bodies.

She gave a small whimper as he came in a little deeper, but soon she smiled happily at the rush it gave her. She reached her arms around his shoulders and her fingers dug into his back as he slowly began thrusting within her making her head swim with pleasure. It was amazing having this back in her life after so long of thinking that it was gone for good. He kissed her hungrily as he worked his body in a slow rhythm until he could no longer take it.

The cries that escaped from their throats luckily didn't reach the stage five floors above and Pierre collapsed across Lotte's front unable to see through the flashes of color he had just experienced. His chest heaved against hers and their hearts were beating in unison. Lotte truly felt loved as she wrapped her arms around Pierre's sweaty form and held him close to her. She kissed his forehead sweetly, thanking him for the truly magical experience.

He pulled the blanket up around them as he put his tongue in her mouth once again aching to taste the sweetness once again. He loved her so much and he knew she knew that. After making love to her in the way he had he had no doubt what so ever that she still loved him.

As his body fell into a tired state he gently petted the breast closest to him hoping to calm his loving wife and allow both of them to sleep soundly together as they were for awhile. He didn't want to leave the warmth of her body and from the look in her eyes it was clear she didn't want him to either. Both of them ended up falling asleep wrapped in each other's arms listening only to the music of each other's heartbeats.

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(Okay the really naughty stuff is done I promise. After this it will be simple kisses, handholding stuff like that.)

Pierre woke up a couple hours later and looked up at the clock on their night table. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon and his stomach let out an angry growl showing that it was hungry.

Lotte lay below him still asleep unaware of his movement. He began kissing her eyelids and light feathery kisses upon her cheeks almost begging her to wake up. A gentle moan came to her throat and he kissed there making her giggle. "I'm awake, Pierre. What do you want?" she asked stretching a bit.

"What do you say you and I go out and walk about town? I'm sure you'd be eager to stretch your legs a bit," he said pushing himself off of her, so she could sit up.

"Where would we go?"

"Don't know maybe I'll surprise you," he said with a smile as he finally climbed out of bed and pulled his pants back on.

Lotte sat up pulling the blanket around her. "I always did love your surprises."

He looked back at her. Her cheeks still held a light pink coloring from before and there seemed to be a glow coming off of her shoulders. "I'm glad you enjoy them my dear. I'm just full of them," he said winking at her.

She stood up and came to him, the blanket trailing behind her. "I was so scared when you left to rescue my mother. I almost thought you weren't going to return to Jacqueline and me. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't returned." She fell against him and he immediately wrapped her in his arms.

"I will never abandon you Lotte or Jacqueline. You're my girls and I love both of you very much. Don't ever think that I'll do that to you. I would never risk losing you," he promised her as he kissed her gently.

He helped her into the corset and laced it up for her. Then she grabbed a simple blue dress out of the wardrobe and had him lace it up for her also. She pulled his shirt over his head and buttoned it for him.

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Soon they were on their way out and by use of the back entrance out on the Paris streets linked arm in arm. They stopped at a café to have lunch and spent a good hour walking around the square and park, but when Pierre tried to take her someplace special it turned out he got hopeless lost.

"Pierre we've been past here already. Do you honestly have any idea where we are?" she asked as they passed a familiar statue for the third time.

Pierre looked down in despair. "To be quite honest darling I have no clue where I'm going. I wanted to take you somewhere special, but I guess we'll just have to head back."

"No, we won't," Lotte said getting a big grin on her face. "I can take you somewhere my father used to take me when I was younger. It's the most beautiful chapel in all of Paris and its right down the road."

She pulled on his arm and led him down the street to the Cathedral of Notre Dame. Taking a hidden entrance she led him up the stairs and up to the highest point in the bell tower. There was a high balcony situated between the two towers and Lotte went right to the edge, but Pierre held back.

"Come one Pierre you have to see. The view from here is so magnificent. You can see all of Paris from here," she exclaimed.

"I don't really like heights," Pierre said weakling from behind her.

"Don't worry love I won't let you fall. Come on just take a look," she said offering him her hand. Hesitantly he shuffled over to her and grasped her hand. She looked over and saw he had his eyes shut. "Oh you cheater, open your eyes."

Slowly he opened his eyes and took in the glorious sight that was Paris from up above. "Lotte look there's the Opera House," he said pointing off into the distance.

Lotte leaned against his shoulder. "Yep, that why Father would always bring me up here, so I could see our home from the outside without getting caught. We came here quite often,and those were the most precious moments in my life. I wish he and I could come up here once again, just like in the old days, but he's so busy nowadays and soon he'll have my sibling to deal with."

"They still love you Lotte. They seemed very concerned after you walked away like that this morning. I'm sure your parents will never stop caring for you and Jacqueline still loves you too. We all love you Lotte. Me most of all," he said kissing her and wrapping his arms around her waist.

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They spent a good portion of time there watching the sun set before Pierre looked at his watch and decided they head back. It was almost eight. Hurrying through the crowds of drunks and smokers they came to the Opera House doors and Pierre pushed them open.

The lobby was pitch black and even though Lotte had experience of seeing in eternal darkness she couldn't see anything. "Pierre, why is it so dark? Where is everyone?"

Suddenly all the gas lamps turned up and standing in the middle of the lobby was Erik, Christine, Jacqueline, Madeline, Lyle, Meg, and everyone else in the Opera House waiting to welcome her. "SURPRISE!" They all called in unison.

"What's going on? It's not my birthday or anything like that," Lotte said with a gasp.

Erik came up to her and handed her one of his roses. "We did this as our little way of thanking you for bringing up the idea to rebuild the Opera House. If it hadn't been your idea we wouldn't have brought everyone together," he said as he stretched out his hand and surveyed everyone standing around them.

Lotte felt like crying. "You did this all for me? But I thought you forgot all about me even existing."

Christine came over to her and put her hands on her shoulders. "We realized you were feeling a little left out lately and we just wanted to show you that we all love you very much."

"Mama!" Jacqueline exclaimed as she ran up to Lotte and tugged at her skirts. Lotte bent down and picked her up. "I picked this for you Mama," she said holding out a white daisy.

"Oh, Jacqueline it's beautiful. Thank you darling."

"So do you believe us when we say that we'll always love you," Erik asked her as Madeline came over and hugged her.

"I'll never doubt it again. Thank you Father, thank you everyone," Lotte said happily giving Jacqueline a hug.

There was a cheer as the festivities began. There was talking, laughing, dancing, music, and plenty to eat. It went late into the night and when everyone finally headed down to the lair to go to sleep Jacqueline was already asleep in Pierre's arms. Lotte went up to her father and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around. "Yes?"

"Father there was something I wanted to ask you? Do you think it's possible for you and me to go to the cathedral again sometime? Just like the old days?"

"I'm sure I can arrange that."

Lotte hugged him. The fact that he had agreed to do that one thing with her made her heart soar and her love for him deepen once again. This whole day had been one surprise after another and it was kind of sad to have it end, but it couldn't always be about her. She was going to share her parents and with a smile she thought, "And who better than my parents to share with my new sibling?"

So was that enough fluff for all of you that read through that. I tried really hard to not make it raunchy. I go for the more sweet and simple sex scenes so as not to scare anyone, but I've found out people like the way I write those scenes and that surprised me. I guess they aren't that hard to write when you just let the words flow like I do. Would love to hear your responses on how you liked this chapter. I have another vote game up. Should Christine's next baby be a boy or a girl?