Another short one. Sorry. Hopefully you won't be too disappointed. Thanks again for reviewing.

Christine

"Almost there." His low whisper sent shivers up her spine. She couldn't see more than a few feet in front of herself. Erik's hand was warm and calloused. She held it tightly.

Though she had no idea what could possibly be down this far, she trusted him. A moment later he hesitated, and then she felt his breath warm against her skin.

"Stairs." Slowly and carefully they wandered down the stairs. She overstepped one step near the bottom and fell forward. Erik stepped around so she would fall into him. His chest felt like a brick wall. Bands of steel went around her waist to keep her from falling back. Quickly her hand moved to his shoulders. Being smashed up against his chest had a sharp pang of desire shooting through her. She felt her eyes flutter shut and she pushed her face closer to his neck, inhaling him. Since he smelled so good, she really just wanted to taste him there as well.

When she felt his body stiffen slightly, she looked up into those beautiful turquoise eyes and saw a hunger there. She inclined her head, and licked her lips, practically tasting the kiss they were about to share. One moment his lips were all but caressing, then the next the warmth of him was gone.

"Only a few more steps." With a small sigh, she took his hand again. He led her into an old abandon classroom of some sort. Much to her dismay, he dropped her hand then, and moved to like some candles. Obviously he spent some time down here. A lush looking bench sat in front of an impressive organ, both seemed out of place in the forgotten room.

"Wow." The organ was quite big. (Ahem.) "Play something." He gave her a partial grin, and sat. Sound filled the room; then his voice mingled with the sound. She was quite certain she'd never heard something so beautiful, and she was sure she never would again. As he played, he seemed to relax fully, as if he'd forgotten she was still there. She skirted quietly around the bulky instrument to watch him.

His long fingers all but caressed the keys. He'd rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, displaying his forearms. It was quite amazing just to stand here and watch him play. He made it look so effortless. Dark, thick lashes fanned out from his eyes, his breathing was steady. His full lips parted as he finished his song.

"Sit." He scooted over, and patted the bench next to him. The notes he played were familiar, but somehow new being played on such an instrument. "Sing." He whispered as he leaned closer reaching for a low note. Sitting up straight, she belted out a few notes, and he gave a satisfied sigh.

Next he played a duet, Beauty and the Beast. He smirked at her, but she sang. He sang the counterpart. When she smiled at him, his eyes fell to the keys. A beep sounded from his watch.

"Well, I must go." Christine stood with him as he blew the candles out. The dim beam from the flashlight led them out of the classroom. When they reached the janitors room, he handed her her bag. She had a cobweb clinging to her hair. His fingers quickly removed it, and then brushed her hair back down. He looked at her so sadly.

Without her permission, her fingers brushed against his bare cheek as they'd done weeks ago. He leaned into her touch and his breath seemed to rush out. Her fingers curled around his neck and she leaned up, meaning to kiss his cheek. But his face turned and her lips brushed his.

His body stiffened at first, but her fingers slid into his hair, and she pulled him closer. His mind fought against his body for all of two seconds before he kissed her back. She was pulled tightly against him. A little shocked, her mouth parted in reply. She more felt him groan, than heard it. Possessively his tongue pushed inside her mouth. When she pushed hers against his, he withdrew. His breathing was erratic and he pressed two fingers to his bottom lip.

He gave her an incredulous look, and started backing up. He tripped once over an overturned mop bucket, before he made it to the door. As he gulped deeply, his Adam's apple bobbed. "I-I must go." He wretched the door open and walked out.

Erik

I'm weak, he thought, there's nothing else to it. A stronger man could have resisted her, he told himself as he washed a bit of grime off of his fingers. He dried his hands and angrily threw the towel in the trashcan. When she moved to kiss his cheek he knew that's what she'd meant to do, he couldn't stop himself. He simply had to taste her.

Yes, he'd tasted her. Then ran off like a scared little rabbit. He shook his head, disgusted with himself. What would she think of him now?

When he stepped into his classroom, 20 people sat staring back at him. He blanched.

"Um…right." He shuffled through his paperwork. What the hell class was this anyways? After a few moments, he decided he couldn't teach today, and handed out an assignment, and dismissed his class.

He was her teacher, why couldn't he remember that? What he was going to say to her when their lesson started in less than two hours, he had no idea. If she even came.