A/N: Well here is the next chapter! It's a really important one, and I think you'll like it, but be disappointed. I'll say more at the end! Only four more reviews, until I have 300! You know it's really weird not responding to you guys! I miss it! But thanks for all your comments. They are appreciated –grumbles- even though I don't get to reply. Anyway here is the next chapter!

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Christine walked silently down the hall, towards the music room. Though it was late at night, light streamed through the crack under the door. Earlier that day Erik, Madeline, and her had arrived safely at the house. The whole evening had been extremely stressful, all of them waiting for an invisible sign. At 11:00 pm had insisted Christine go get some rest (Madeline had fallen asleep an hour before). However Christine found she could not sleep, and decided to seek Erik out, knowing he wouldn't be sleeping either.

She reached the door and was surprised not to hear any music on the other side of it. Gently she pushed it open the door, revealing Erik sitting at the piano, his back to her. She noted his mask was on the piano top. He reached for it as she entered.

"Leave it," she said walking towards him, and taking it from his hand. "You know I don't care."

He nodded slightly, his back still towards her. Christine knew he didn't believe her. She replaced the mask on the piano, before coming up behind him, and wrapping her arms around his neck. She placed a light kiss on his deformed check. "Why aren't you playing?" She whispered into his ear.

"I didn't want to wake you," he murmured. "Why are you awake?"

"I couldn't sleep," she replied, "And obviously neither could you."

Erik sighed, and turned his whole body on the bench, so he was facing Christine. He pulled her onto his lap, and she laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It seemed to sooth her, and they stayed like that for a few minutes.

"Erik what are we going to do?" Christine asked quietly.

"If they start looking for me in Paris I will have to leave." Erik replied slowly.

"We would have to leave," Christine corrected. "I'm not letting you leave me."

"We will discuss that when the time comes," Erik said avoiding the subject.

"I think we should discuss it now," Christine insisted.

"No," Erik answered before capturing her lips with his.

Fiercely their mouths dueled, as if to decide the answer. Subconsciously Christine realized Erik was pulling her on top of him. She chose to ignore it, instead listening the fire that had ignited in her veins. She wanted him; she needed him. She had never felt this way with Raoul. Only Erik could make her feel like this.

Another part of her brain spoke against her will. You shouldn't be doing this. You're not married.

Christine gasped as Erik's mouth left hers, leaving a trail of burning kisses down her neck, and onto the tops of her breasts. Only then did she realize she no longer had her robe on. She looked around for it, and saw it crumpled next to her on the floor. Suddenly she realized what she was doing.

"Erik," She whispered, panting slightly. "Erik," she repeated urgently. If he didn't stop soon she wouldn't be able to stop. "Erik," she tried once more.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely between kisses.

"Erik we need to stop. We can't do this," Christine whispered.

Erik felt his heart stop, and he pushed her off him roughly. He should have known. He turned and walked to the piano, grabbing his mask off it, and replacing it on his face.

"Erik please," Christine pleaded. She walked towards him, and laid her hand on his shoulder. He flinched away as though he had been burnt.

She dropped her hand. "I wanted to," she stammered, her eyes filled with tears. "God I wanted to Erik, but we're not married," she said with a slight apologetic tone. She paused, waiting for him to speak. When he did not, she continued. "I just couldn't. I'm sorry. I love you, and I want to marry you. I want to make love with you, but it goes against everything I have ever been taught. Please understand," she begged, tears trailing down her face.

Erik nodded slowly. He believed her. The time for doubts had passed.

Christine ran to him, burying her face in his chest. Erik enveloped her in his arms, painfully aware of all her curves, through her thin chemise.

"I'm sorry," Christine murmured over and over, feeling the need to apologize. He had been denied this all his life, and now she was denying him once again.

"Shh," Erik crooned, stroking her hair. He placed a light kiss on her lips.

Christine reasoned eagerly with a second kiss. Making it more passionate than the one Erik had just given, trying to apologize that way.

Erik groaned slightly, pulling away. "Christine, if we don't stop now, we won't stop."

Christine sighed. "I know."

"Why don't you go to bed? You do need some sleep tonight," Erik suggested quietly.

Christine silently collected her robe, and whispered 'good night', before leaving Erik wondering what might have happened.

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A/N: I know! -Loud groan. - I'm sorry! I'm only 16 (well 15.5) for crying out loud, and I'm not that comfortable writing a sex scene yet 9or have enough experience). Plus my mom would kill me if she ever found out. But the situation does fit Christine's personality in the original novel. She is very religious and I don't think she would have sex before marriage I was thinking about it, but in the end decided this way was best. I hoped you liked the chapter anyway though; I have to say it was one of my favs… Please review! I only need 4 more to make 300!