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Chapter Two
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Christine smiled, repeating his name softly to herself and letting go of his face. "Well, Erik, are you hurt anywhere else?"
He shook his head, and Javert cleared his throat. "Alright now girl, time's up, you've cleaned up my monster, now get out of here and go home."
Christine stiffened, refusing to respond.
Erik looked up at her frantically. "Could I ask you one more favor, mademoiselle?" he whispered, eyes wide, and Christine nodded.
"Yes, of course. What would you like?" she asked, ignoring Javert's rattling of the cage bars, choosing instead to focus on the man before her who had, in a matter of moments, transformed to appear almost boyish and child-like, despite the fact that Christine realized that he must be at least forty years old. What kind of life had this man known? What had he missed learning, missed experiencing, living in this hell so long?
"I've... never known a kiss. Could I kiss you?" he breathed, and Christine flushed becomingly.
"If you've never known a kiss, monsieur, than perhaps it should be I who kisses you." she breathed, cupping his marred face in her hands. She had no idea where her confidence was coming from. To be honest, Christine hadn't known much in the ways of kisses, either. fA few gentle pecks from childhood sweethearts, but she was no expert in romance either. Still, she managed a soft, shy smile as she leaned forward.
Erik's eyes went wide, and he gasped as she leaned down and placed a chaste kiss against his lips.
Tears filled Erik's eyes, and he lowered his head quickly, stifling a sob. Christine frowned, petting his sparse hair. "This is wrong... you should not be here..." she breathed, and he trembled in response.
Suddenly Christine lifted his head again, pressing another kiss to Erik's lips and looking deeply into his eyes. "I'm going to get you out. I promise, I will find a way to free you." she whispered, being sure that Javert did not hear.
Erik simply looked at her, dumbfounded, and Javert opened up the cage door. "Enough, come on." he growled, and Christine gave him a baleful look, than scrambled out of the cage, looking back at him with wide eyes. "I shall come to you again, Erik." she said softly, and he only nodded, still shocked at her kindness and at the feel of her lips against his own.