To Love a Monster

Chapter Two

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Christine sighed as she awoke, blinking a few times. She was warm, and it was still dark out. She couldn't hear anyone from the opera stirring yet... with a yawn, she snuggled closer to her pillow, hoping to ward off the chill of the morning.

Erik grinned, feeling Christine cuddling up against him a bit and tightening his arms about her body with a happy sigh, eyes still shut. He'd been awake for a while now, just enjoying the feel of the woman he loved laying so close.

Christine inhaled deeply, smiling. Suddenly, she noticed her pillow had a distinct scent... and a heartbeat. Erik! Her face rapidly flushed from her checks down to her neck. She bit her lip as she noticed how entangled their bodies were. Perhaps... she could slip away... she glanced up, to see if he was asleep, only to find that he was staring right at her! Christine's blush deepened as she smiled nervously. "Good morning," she whispered.

Noticing Christine's blush, Erik smiled and gently traced his fingers over her cheek. "Good morning." he replied, gathering her a bit closer. This was wonderful...

Christine nibbled at her lip again, extremely embarrassed. This wasn't exactly... proper... for an unmarried... couple. She paused. Where she and Erik a couple? "Erik," she breathed, looking away. "We... we really shouldn't be..."

Erik frowned, reaching out to cup her cheek. "Shouldn't be what?" he murmured, happily stroking her hair with his free hand. "Are you not happy?"

Christine smiled nervously. "Yes, Erik... it's just that..." she glanced around, trying to find the right way to word this, "we... we are... in the same bed, and we aren't m-married. It's... not proper."

Erik blinked a few times, then nodded slowly. "I... see. You're quite right, of course." he murmured, but made no move to get up. "Although, it isn't as if anyone would know, and if you're happy like this, why should it matter?" He arched an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Christine giggled slightly, pushing gently at his chest. "Come now, you rogue. Keep this up and I may think that you are not truly a gentleman at all," she teased.

Erik gave a soft laugh, leaning down to place a very shy kiss to Christine's forehead. "I certainly do not feel much of a gentleman with you here in my arms." he murmured softly, a slight blush tingeing his face and down his neck.

Christine laughed nervously. "Erik..." she said, trailing off as she looked into his eyes. "We need to get up."

Erik nodded, unable to tear his gaze from Christine's. "Indeed." he breathed, arms still around her tightly.

Christine pulled away slightly, but at the same time, her hands clutched onto his vest. "Erik," she repeated. She licked her lips nervously. "Please..."

"What is it?" he murmured, leaning forward a bit. "What is it you want?" he couldn't let go of her, damn him.

Christine felt the urge to lean forward, to find out if his lips were as soft as they looked. But at the same moment, she realized that what they were doing was wrong... it was happening to fast. Blushing, she somehow twisted out of his arms. She smiled at him as she stood at the opposite side of the bed. "I should- um- freshen up," she said, before going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

Erik let out a heavy sigh, although if it was from relief of disappointment, he wasn't sure. Laying back on the bed, he put an arm over his eyes and tried to relax.

Christine leaned against the door heavily, tracing the wood grain as she tried to put her thoughts back into some sort of order. She shuddered as a chill went up her spine. She was colder without Erik's body heat to warm her. She blushed again, for the umpteenth time that morning and moved to wash her face.

Erik stretched, giving a soft yawn and removing his mask to rub the sleep from his eyes. Get up before she comes back. He thought, pushing the blankets back and replacing his mask.

Christine gently brushed out her hair, deciding to leave it down. She continued with her toilette, completing her morning ritual with ease.

Easing out of bed, Erik straightened his cravat, smoothed down his pants and shirt, and ran a hand through his hair. What do I do when she comes out? He thought for a moment. Breakfast? Or will she want to return home?

Christine attempted to smooth the wrinkles out of her white dress but gave up with a sigh. Realizing that she couldn't put it off any longer, she opened the door and stepped into the bedroom.

Erik's head snapped up when he saw Christine enter the room, and he gave a shy smile, walking to her and reaching out to take her hands in his own. "Would you care for some breakfast?" He murmured, fingers trembling nervously.

Christine placed his hands in his wordlessly before nodding in response to his question. Slowly, she laced their fingers together, her own warm against his, now cold without her.

Erik smiled shyly, bringing Christine's fingers to his lips and gently laying a few kisses across her knuckles. Gently then, he led her from the bedroom and to the sitting room.

She felt her whole body warm at the touch of his lips against her skin. Her eyes shut briefly, before she mindlessly followed him into the sitting room. "What shall we have?" she asked quietly.

"I... whatever you like. I'm afraid I don't have much of a selection..." he murmured, looking down at her and suddenly wanting so badly to draw her into his arms.

Christine looked away, hoping to distract herself. "Tea and a croissant, perhaps?" she suggested. She was hungry, but for something entirely new to her...

To hell with it. Was Erik's only coherent thought, before he drew Christine against him tightly and pressed his face into her hair. After a moment, he drew his face back and let his forehead rest against hers. "M-may I kiss you, Christine?" he whispered, eyes wide.

Christine looked up at him, shocked and... excited. She inhaled deeply, licking her lips as she tried to get a hold of her emotions. But they were too scattered. She returned her gaze to his eyes, and whispered his name unable to form any other word.

Taking her whisper of his name to be assent, Erik gently pressed his lips to hers, eyes fluttering shut. The kiss was clumsy, as he had no idea what he was doing, but when he pulled back, he was smiling. "Oh, Christine..."

Christine smiled softly at him, her lips tingling slightly. Their first kiss. Her hands moved to rest on his chest from their listless position at her sides. She was unsure of what to say or what to do, but she found herself wanting to kiss him again.

Erik took a deep breath, stroking her cheek gently. "Was that... alright?" he murmured, looking a bit worried. She was so silent...

Christine leaned into his hand, hearing he nervous tremble in his voice. She opened her eyes, making a decision. Standing on tiptoe, she lightly pressed her lips to his for the second time.

Erik gasped, arms tightening around Christine as she kissed him. He stumbled back a step, then righted himself and shyly returned her kiss, this time letting his lips part slightly in response.

Christine clutched onto him, attempting to replicate how she had seen others kissing. One of her hands came up to wrap around his neck, her fingers curling in his hair.

Erik gave a happy sigh, gently parting Christine's lips with his tongue and pulling her harder against his body. Oh...! A strange feeling began welling up inside of him, and Erik moaned softly against her lips, letting his tongue slip into her mouth.

Christine's eyes opened wide in surprise before closing again. She stepped closer into him, tilting her head slightly. She tentatively met his tongue with her own. She trembled against him at the feeling.

Erik gasped, then moaned again, backing up with Christine in his arms to the divan. He lowered himself down, pulling Christine into his lap, and continued to kiss her. "Mmmm..." breaking his lips from hers, Erik looked at her with wide eyes.

She was on his lap, vertically, but it was still enough to make her nervous. "Erik," she breathed. "Maybe we should..."

He cut her off with another kiss, this one much more confident and passionate. His mouth slanted as his tongue plunged into her mouth, and he trembled, clinging tightly to Christine. The feeling within him grew even stronger, and he moaned deeply, shifting her on his lap and arching his hips a bit.

She felt something press against her backside as she kissed Erik back as best as she could. Both hands now tangled in his hair, pressing him tightly against her.

Erik gave a deeper moan, moving his lips from hers to begin trailing them down her neck. "Christine... oh Christine..." he gasped out, lifting his hips again and crying out.

Christine tumbled off of his lap as she jerked away in shock. She looked up at him, disheveled from the floor. Her lips were red and her hair was mussed and she was gasping for breath and she looked up at him with wide eyes. "We should stop..." she whispered.

Erik panted as he looked down at Christine, noticing her reddened lips and tousled hair. The feeling that had been welling up in him flared, and he gasped, eyes fluttering for a moment, before he launched himself from the chair and pushed Christine to her back as gently as he could in his lust-fogged brain. He crouched over her on all fours, looking down at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes as he breath rushed in and out through his parted lips. "Christine... it's so strange, this feeling I have right now... I can't... I need to..." and then his lips were against hers again, demanding and powerful as his tongue plunged into her mouth and his hands grasped her sides, stroking along her curves slowly as he groaned and tried to move in a way that would let him rub himself against her

Christine gasped when Erik seemingly mounted her, as if she were a horse. She looked up at him, dazed and frightened, but some part of her was excited. His predatory gaze made her thighs clench for some reason that she couldn't understand. And then his lips were on hers, hard and sure. His hands were everywhere and his body was... attempting to part her thighs. She held them tightly together as she attempted to slow his kiss and still his hands.

Lifting his lips from hers for a moment, Erik looked down at Christine with heavily lidded eyes. "I need... something..." he panted, before his lips began to move along the column of her throat, nipping and licking a path to her chest. Once he reached the top of her dress, he gave a frustrated moan and dipped his tongue inside, licking at the valley between her breasts and finally managing, after reaching his hands to her legs, to part her thighs and move between them. A triumphant cry rang out from within him as his aching manhood was finally able to press against something, and he thrust hard and desperately against her, pleasure exploding through his body, hardly realizing what it was exactly that he was getting very close to doing.

Christine wreathed beneath him, torn between wanting to give in and pull away. His mouth on her breasts was a sensation she had never felt before, and a low moan fell from her lips. She hadn't know she was capable of making such sounds. Then, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt Erik's hand on her thigh, plying her legs open and then... he was pressing against her, right where she needed it most. Her eyes closed with pleasure as she gasped, her head tilting back. Her hands, which had been hopelessly gripping the carpet, now came to rest on his shoulders, grasping the cloth there.

Erik was nearly breathless from the pleasure that was racing through his veins, and he panted, making soft, near-grunting sounds as he continued to thrust and rub himself against Christine as hard as he could, his lips and tongue dancing over every inch of skin they could find. "Christine...Christine...!" he gasped out, mouth finding her ear and whispering nonsense words into it as he felt a great, surging feeling building up within him. "My Christine, Mine..."

Christine tried in vain to catch her breath but she could not. She clutched at his back, her face buried into his neck. Shyly, she placed soft chaste kisses against the skin of his neck as he whispered into her ear. Her grip tightened as her pleasure heightened, and she felt him tense as well. Something big was about to happen, she could tell.

"Christine!" he couldn't keep from nearly screaming her name as his head lifted and he looked at her with wide, slightly unfocused, and shocked eyes. "S-so close, Christine.." he panted, although if she'd asked, he couldn't have told her what exactly he was so close to at all. His hands worshipped every inch of her that they could reach, sliding over her flat stomach, then pressing against her breasts, pushing them together so that his mouth could ravish the soft skin that was pushed up out of her bodice. He was a man possessed, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he was shocked at every action, every movement he made.

Christine cried out in response, not sure what to make of this new sensations. Her fingers tangled in his hair and, instead of pushing him down as instinct told her, she pulled his face to hers and she pressed her lips against his. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and she felt a trembling begin in her lower body. Suddenly, almost without warning, her entire body tightened. And then she began to buck against him, her grip on him tight and painful and spots danced behind her eyes and she kissed him for all she was worth.

Erik's eyes flew wide open as they kissed, as he felt her body tighten and the warmth between her legs increase greatly. Breaking his lips from hers, Erik stared down at Christine with shocked wonder, realizing what had just happened and suddenly wanting that for himself more than anything. "Yes, Christine..." he panted, resisting the urge to lift her skirts and bury himself within her. A few more powerful thrusts against her, and his voice rang out as he pressed his hips hard against hers and felt something rush from within him. "Christine, my Christine!" he cried as he collapsed against her, body trembling and hips jerking every few moments as that strange something continued to pour from him. "Ohh..."

Christine looked up at Erik after they finally stopped panting. She was bright red and all ready having second thoughts. What had she done? Oh god, was she a harlot now? Her blush deepened, oh goodness. Erik must think so lowly of me now, she thought. Immediately, she began to squirm. She had to get out of there.