Erik and Raoul – a love story
Author´s note: This story was written for the third Humour Writing Contest on PFN.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from "The Phantom of the Opera". They belong to Gaston Leroux / Andrew Lloyd Webber.
"Oh Christine…", Erik moaned. He loved those lazy Sunday mornings when she woke up earlier than he and showed him her affection with little gestures. Keeping his eyes closed he enjoyed her hot breath on his ear. Since he couldn´t feel her body next to his he assumed that she was sitting at the side of the bed, leaning down to him. Christine was such a lovely wife; she abandoned her task of making breakfast just to cuddle with him.
A pleasant shiver ran down his spine as her tongue began to work at his earlobe. "This is so good… please don´t stop!", Erik murmured. Christine knew well that his ears were a very sensitive part of him, but she had never used this knowledge in their foreplay before. Usually she wasn´t that bold. Even with his mind still sleepy he noticed that it was a strange behaviour, much more typical for…
Having a terrible suspicion he turned around quickly, glancing directly into two large beautiful eyes. Yet it weren´t Christine´s. "You!", he shouted. "What on earth are you doing here?" He sat up and pushed a very puzzled looking Raoul out of the bed.
His yelling had alerted Christine, who came into the bedroom at once, hastily wiping her fingers at the flowery apron she was wearing. "Raoul attacked me again while I was sleeping.", Erik complained, staring at him in disgust. The girl sighed. "Oh Raoul!", she said. She kneeled down next to him and cradled him in her arms. "How often do I have to tell you not to disturb Erik? For some reason he doesn´t seem to like you." "I do like him.", Erik admitted, rolling his eyes. "I just wished you had given your puppy a different name."
Cautiously Christine picked up the light brown bundle of fur and placed it in the bed again. "But look at him, darling!", she requested. She cupped the little dog´s head with her hands and made him face Erik. "This is exactly the expression Raoul had when I told him I´d rather stay with you.", she explained.
This was indeed a happy memory, one that made Erik smile immediately. Besides, even the mighty Phantom of the Opera couldn´t resist Raoul´s soulful eyes and the cute pink tongue that was licking his hand. "All right.", he agreed, stroking the dog´s soft back. "He can stay here. But only at the foot of the bed. And… you have to stay as well." Maybe he´d finally get the Sunday morning action he longed for.
"Only if you do something for me.", the girl said, grinning broadly as she sat down on the bed. Erik knew that special glance in her eyes. "Oh no.", he groaned, in vain trying to hide behind the pillow. "Say it!", Christine whispered, pouting. Like every other husband he had slight difficulties in saying the magic words, and still she forced him to at least once a day. How else should he learn?
Seeing her pout was the final straw. He was intelligent enough to realise that he had lost. "I… I… I lo-… I love…", he stammered. Christine nodded encouragingly, and at last he managed to mutter: "I love you, Raoul.". She gave him a kiss on the cheek as a reward. "See? You make Raoul so happy by showing him your appreciation. Maybe this is the begin of a wonderful friendship."
The End