Disclaimer- Don't own The Phantom of the Opera.

AN- Its Xmas time! Welcome to the Opera Populaire during the Christmas season. Watch out for the mistletoe, it can get you in situations. Thanx for the reviews, I had no idea I actually made you guys feel like you were Christine… cool! R&R! Btw,the italized portions areChristine's thoughts.

It was snowing. The kind of snow that you don't want to be stuck out in. In other words, a blizzard. And Christine was stuck in it. She'd decided to go shopping on Christmas Eve, because she'd just figured out a really good present for Erik, and had to get to the said shop before they closed around dark.

And now it was dark, and slippery, and icy. And the snow was getting into Christine's layers of clothing somehow. She could barely feel her fingers and nose when she finally made it into the Opera Populaire's grand foyer. She immediately ran to her room, carefully placed the packages on the night stand, and stripped to her chemise before getting the thickest dress she had and putting it on. Then she pulled out a couple more comforters from her small linen closet, and wrapped herself in them.

She was asleep in a matter of seconds.

Slowly she slipped into a dream.

She was in Erik's living room, curled in front of a blazing fire with a historic book over the Crusades in England. He was sitting behind her, his hands tangled in her hair and his eyes lost in the dancing flames. She felt his hands still, and looked up from her book. He looked down at her for a moment, then lowered his mouth to claim hers in a kiss.

Then she was kneeling in front of a priest, wearing a wedding dress. Erik was beside her, dressed in his usual black suit. They were pronounced husband and wife. He pulled up the veil to claim her sweet kiss.

Now she was holding her first born child. He was sleeping quite soundly in her arms, with a tuft of ebony colored hair. He had no disfigurement. She handed him to his beaming father, who kissed her in joy.

They were lying in a bed now, their years gone by. She was blind from an unknown disease, but she could still feel his love. Her breath became weaker, and the last conscious thought she had was Erik's heart had stopped.

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Christine became aware that someone was carrying her. They were strong, their shirt smelled of candle smoke and sandalwood, and they were taking her into a very cold place.

She didn't want to go back to sleep. The dream had been so vivid it had somewhat frightened her.

Marriage? Children? Death?

I'm only seventeen. She thought in her mind. I guess society would have me making babies by now, but I'm still a child. I love him, I know I do, but am I ready for that commitment to someone for so many years?

Erik gently placed her in the gondola before paddling off. She faked sleep for more time to ponder on her strange dream. Well, at least I got a lot of Erik's kisses. Speaking of which, I wonder if I got any while I was still asleep? Damn!

The gondola bumped against the bank, and once again he scooped her out and carried her to the divan in his living room, where he laid her against his chest and called for her to wake up.

"Wake up love," he said.

Let's see if he calls me anything else. Her mind whispered.

"Chrissy, sweetheart, I've got something to show you." He pleaded, gently patting her face.

Christine faked a huge yawn, stretched, and would've fallen off his lap had he not caught her.

And stared in wonder at his house.

Her phantom had actually decorated for Christmas! There was greenery, bright colors, and a small Christmas tree he'd smuggled down here, decorated with anything you could imagine.

And her worst weakness, huge chocolate chip cookies. Warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies. She could smell them from where she was firmly positioned.

"Its gorgeous," she whispered. She grinned at him, and then realized the best part about their position.

They were right under mistletoe.

He asked the question with his gaze. Oh he had such pretty eyes. So many blues it was hard to name them all. As in the dream, he lowered his mouth close enough that she could feel his breath on her lips but hovered there.

Screw that!

She closed the distance, wrapped her arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss.

She tried to name the things he tasted of, but her brain was on autopilot and her hormones were skyrocketing.

He ended the kiss to get air, and her hands that had been tangled in his hair found the ties to the mask that covered his face.

He pulled back, but she kept him there, and slowly removed the porcelain mask. She traced his features before pulling him back for more kisses.

He soon asked for permission to enter her mouth, and she obliged.

She didn't know who was kissing more, but when their hands began to fumble with each other's clothing, they both stopped.

They stared at each other for a while, knowing they'd almost gone into territory they weren't quite sure about. Finally Christine brushed Erik's hair away from his eyes, and tucked it behind his ear. Her touch seemed to make him shiver.

He cleared his throat. He got up and retrieved something from under the small tree. "Merry Christmas." He said, handing the small box to her.

She handed him his present in turn, and he motioned for her to unwrap hers first.

It was a gorgeous golden necklace, with a small circle studded in diamonds and sapphires.

"To match your eyes," his velvety voice whispered.

He helped her put it on, and then opened his present.

While going by the mask store, she'd noticed a new kind of mask. It molded to the person's face, and could be tinted any color with a special coloring the wearer themselves could apply.

He stared at the mask, before looking at Christine again.

She saw the mistiness in his eyes before she pulled him into a huge hug.

"Merry Christmas," she whispered, before starting another round of kisses.

Continue then? And vote if you want Christine or Erik to be the center person in the next chapter.