Thank you very much for those of you have reviewed, but I have decided this to be the last chapter, I don't really see this story going anywhere, but there will be an epilogue after this and I will be doing a modern day fic. I havent spell checked this one so their might be a few mistakes, as i had to rush it before starting school.
Chapter 10 - The big day
'Mmmm…' Meg groaned sleepily as she rolled over to Erik's side of the double bed. 'Erik? Are you awake?' Meg whispered,
'I am now, good morning darling.' Erik said as he kissed Meg on the forehead, 'What time are you leaving for the church?'
'About an hour before the service, so I guess about 12 o'clock,' Meg glanced over at the grandfather clock, it was only 7 o'clock. 'Hmm, 2, maybe 3 hours before I have to get ready.' Meg said teasingly as she nibbled on Erik's earlobe, in return Erik rolled her over onto her back so he could kiss her passionately on the lips, and soon deepened as she opened her naturally scarlet lips, letting a tiny whimper escape. Erik soon lead a trail of kisses down her swan-like neck, as he let a hand wonder up her thigh underneath her satin nightgown, ' If we have the maximum of 3 hours left, then we should really be…' Erik paused and raised an eyebrow, 'singing.' He finished, leaving Meg laying there as her mouth dropped open, she knew he was teasing her, wanting her to ask for more, but she wouldn't give in to him, she would give him a taste of hi own medicine.
'Ok, fine, I guess I need some practice anyway.' Meg tilted her head-up and walked into the main room, where the organ was placed. She stood leaning over the side of the instrument wrapping a strand of her blonde hair around her slender finger, as soon as Erik sat down on the bench preparing to play, Meg was on his lap with her arms around his neck, 'It's more comfortable here,' she pouted,
'As you wish,' Erik curiously raised an eyebrow. Before Erik could even touch the keys, he couldn't help but noticed Meg's bare thigh, where the nightgown had fallen over her leg, resisting the temptation to uncover more of it. Suddenly Meg started to kiss the outline of his jaw, leading to his ear,
'Aren't you going to play then?' She asked innocently, nibbling his earlobe. He stared at her hungrily.
You can have her tonight, don't be so greedy.
Instead of listening to the good little voice in his head Erik pressed a hard kiss on her lips and led her to the bedroom.
Meg was pleased to know she could make him want her anytime she wanted.
Two hours later
Meg made her way to the bathroom, to get washed and changed into her wedding outfit.
'Erik, are you sure you're not going to look? I want it to be a surprise.' Meg called from the bathroom,
'I'm not going to look; I will see how beautiful you look at the church,'
With that answer Meg snuck out of the En suite into the bedroom and took one final look in the mirror, her golden hair was up on top her head and a few ringlets fell onto her shoulders, the silk dress looked beautiful, it clung to her small body in all the right places and the low neckline showed just the right amount of cleavage. Meg held her bouquet in her two small hands.
I have never looked so beautiful. Meg thought with a tear slipping from her ocean-blue eyes.
She quietly slipped out of the bedroom, and rowed herself to the other side of the cavern…
It has to be perfect! Erik scolded himself as he changed the bed sheets with deep red velvet ones and sprinkled red and white rose petals all over the room for the finishing touch. The dinner for the following night was prepared, and so was the table dining table.
At the church
Erik stood before the alter as Meg walked down the isle, looking like an angel, Erik stood there with his mouth dropped open, his angel. No-one else's.
Meg seemed to glide down the isle with every bit of elegance glowing from her body. As soon as she stood by Erik's side, they stared into each others eyes, with pure longing for each other.
Christine had turned up, even though she had no husband to return too. But for one day she wanted to stop thinking about her future and concentrate on being a good maid-of-honour for Meg, it was her big day. Raoul had no right to tell her what to do, even though he believed in women should be seen not heard, or should speak if spoken to, what had possessed her to marry someone like that?
After they had taken their vows Erik slipped the golden band onto Meg delicate finger, Meg did the same as they sealed their love with a kiss. All of the guests clapped and cheered as Meg and Erik walked down the isle, for once Erik actually felt accepted, and it was all because of Meg.
When the carriage stopped outside the Opera Populaire, Erik paid his generously and escorted Meg inside, and down to their home. Erik served dinner for Meg and himself on the candlelit table, it was all very romantic for Meg, she had not seen Erik do anything this fantastic before. They ate their meal in silence, occasionally peering at eachother in happiness that they were finally married, and would spend the rest of their days together. When the couple finished their meals, Erik disappeared off into the kitchen and returned with champagne in an ice bucket, he looked at Meg suggestively raising an eyebrow,
'Care to join me?' he said glancing over at the bedroom door, Meg blushed like a school girl and followed him into their bedroom.
