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Chapter 1- An Idea
Music. Sweet. Beautiful. Music. Christine awoke to the masterpiece that brushed her ears and kissed her soul. Sounds that were a language unto themselves. That spoke of misery, hope, and most of all love. This communication that was spoken without the necessity of words. Words are just the sweet aftertaste, but the music being the true main course to indulge in. This feast to the ears could only be produced from one man. Erik.
Christine readied herself for the day. Her body going through the motions of changing, brushing her hair, washing her face, but her mind was devoted only to the streams of euphoria that embraced her.
Glancing into the music room she noticed Erik swaying to the music. Slowly she moved foreword silently till they were only inches apart not wanting to disturb him and never wanting the music to end. Christine felt the music and her soul soar as it approached it's pinnacle when suddenly a familiar little melody began to play. Was that Mary had a little lamb? The alluring beauty was gone, replaced with the echoing sound of disgruntled chords as his fists slammed onto the keyboard. Frustrated he seethed, "I've been working on this peace for a while now and I just can't get this ending right!" He sat at the musical instrument fixedly glaring, alternating between wringing out and massaging his hands.
Christine winced at the amount of pressure and crushing force he used to accomplish this. What could she do to help him? Desperate to alleviate his mind, an idea began to form. Overjoyed at the thought she placed her hand on his broad shoulder. She felt him immediately become rigid to her touch. Still he was unaccustomed to human contact. When would he come to realize that she would never hurt him like "they" did? At that moment she made a promise to herself to never be the source of his pain. She could, no, would only bring him joy.
Slowly he turned to gaze at her. A look of remembrance overcame his features, "Christine... I've seen that look in your eyes before. They twinkle with an undertone of mischief and that sly smile is not helping either. Just what do you have in mind?" He smirked himself while his voice was still commanding yet sounded slightly worried.
Yes her eyes did illuminate with unspoken delight and excitement. "I have an idea!"
"So I've noticed." Responding to her exclamation.
"I know just the thing to help you. Stay here." Moving swiftly from the room she called over her shoulder, "Oh, and kindly remove you jacket and roll up you sleeves for me please." She turned to him before she left, a devious smile appearing on her face.
"Christine..." Erik replied in a cautionary tone. His visible eyebrow rising ever so slightly. Making a quick getaway to her room she neared the marble top vanity. An elegant and by the looks of it very expensive crystal jar with a solid gold cover sat waiting to be used. Picking it up ever so gently she made her way back to the music room. Erik was not at the bench. Before she could turn to look for him a warm breath was on the back of her neck and mingled with her hair. Closing her eyes she took in the scent that was uniquely Erik. Warm, rich, clean, fresh, masculine. Forever in her memory a lifetime could pass and never would she forget.
"So, mon ange, just what do you plan on doing to me?"