Penny: Christine wants me to give this WARNING! This Chapter contains a lemon!

Christine: Probably a very bad lemon (since it's my first time really writing one), but a lemon nonetheless! Read at own risk!

Erik: ...

Christine: Yes, my love?

Erik: A lemon is just a fruit. I fail to see how a lemon is dangerous...

Christine: (blushes) Not...dangerous...

Penny: Oh boy...

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Christine pouted her lower lip in an adorably cute fashion.

"I just find this all too difficult to keep a secret," she murmured daintily to her vanity mirror. The calming motion of her brush gently combing through soft brown locks of hair, had seemed to render Christine powerless to its hypnotic trance.

"I believe that was your wish to keep our engagement a secret, although I cannot imagine why..."

Christine placed down the brush and sighed. "You know perfectly well 'why'", she replied, peering beyond her own reflection and to the man who stood cross-armed against the dressing room walls.

"Then, my angel, you are quite the indecisive one, aren't you? Torn between telling, which is in my opinion, joyous news, or sparing the Victome's feelings." Erik's brow furrowed. Soon, Christine could hear the rustling of a cloak sway across the floor, as Erik took a place beside her. "Let's not forget that you are still married."

Christine got up from her seat and pushed past Erik to her bed, where she focused on straightening out the covers. "Since when have you ever cared if I am married or not, Erik?" A small, unfriendly chuckle fled her mouth. Then, Daae continued speaking in a matter-of-factly tone, "For your information, Raoul and I are officially no longer together. I don't need a document to finalize things. It is not Raoul I am worried to tell our engagement to."

"Then who?" Erik asked.

"He brother is not very fond of me. He never really was, actually." Christine sat herself on the foot of the bed and stared down at her lap. "Noblemen aren't supposed to marry women of a lower class..."

Gently Erik kneeled down in front of her and, without hesitation, laid a hand on her shoulder. "Do you truly care what the brother-of-a-fop thinks of you?"

Christine met his eyes, staring at him for a good moment, before breaking into uncontrollable laughter.

Erik blinked, now clearly confused. "What, Christine, is so...funny?" He could feel his cheeks burn with a hot embarrassment as he continued to watch his fiancée beam.

"I...I just find it so...so...interesting as to how you can be so serious and yet so entertaining at the same time!" Christine giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. "Brother-of-a-fop, what an excellent title to give Philippe!"

"I only assumed that you rather disliked when I called Raoul a fop."

"Yes, well, now the term is growing on me." She answered in between her gasps for air.

"Then, I'm glad you enjoyed your little fit, my dear." Erik smirked, as he lied next to Christine, their backs against the bed.

"I assume we'll be living in the catacombs, right Erik?" Christine asked after the silence had enclosed in around them, and she had regained her composer.

Erik kept his gaze on the ceiling, "Then you'd assume right." His voice was a bit shaky, as if he was uneasy about something. Christine picked up on this.

She turned on her side, and faced him, letting her hair spread over the covers of the mattress. "I really don't mind living there; it's where we made our music together..."

Erik turned his head, deeply touched. "Oh, Christine..."

Christine shook her head and gave him a soft smile. "I mean, it might be a little dreary for the children, but we can always fix that."

Erik's heart melted as he took her hand and entwined his gloved fingers with hers. He then repositioned himself on his side, so that he was staring perfectly at Christine. "You still want children?"

"No matter what the outcome." She drew his hand out in front of her face and carefully removed the leather glove with tender love. "Why do you still wear these?"

"My touch is as cold as ice..."

"I find it very warm and inviting." She cooed as she used his now bare flesh to caress her left cheek. She closed her eyes and sighed happily at the closeness of the two.

Erik took this opportunity to slowly cuddle closer to her body.

"Erik..." She breathed.

"Yes, my angel?"

"Kiss me?"

Erik's eyes widened as he became aware of his surroundings. He soon noticed the heated feeling in his lower region as well and bolted upright.

Christine opened her eyes and sat up, draping her arms around Erik's neck. "What's wrong, my love?"

"N-nothing..." He suddenly felt like he was a small child again, twisting napkins around his tiny fingers.

"Oh..." Her voice was strongly flavored with disappointment. "...take me to our home, Erik."

"What...?"

Oh god, what was she doing to him?

"Please," she pleaded, "take me there."

You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Christine." Erik said, groaning inwardly. He was having more issues with self control than he had ever thought himself capable of, and all of his previous restraints were broken down when he heard Christine's voice, loud and clear.

"I'm yours, Erik..." she whispered gently in his ear, sending a shiver across his flesh.

Who was seducing who here?

'What is he doing to me? I've never felt this way with Raoul...' She blushed to herself as Erik trembled reaching for the lever that opened the mirror. As the mirror was finally opened, an anxious Christine threw herself off the bed, to Erik and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Erik, still quite bashful by all of this, helped Christine to wrap her legs around his waist creating a beautiful tension between the pair's nether regions. Christine ran her long, graceful fingers through his hair and began feeling a fire stir deep inside of her which only confirmed her thoughts on Raoul.

Christine spoke to her Angel in between kisses. "I… love...you...so...much…"

Erik slowly moved down to Christine's neck. "Never as much as I love you..." He kissed every inch of her soft neck. His pride boosted by every one of her delicate whimpers and even more when her next words were spoken.

"I've past the point of no...re...turn..."

Erik ginned and flipped Christine carefully into bridal style as he began to walk down the passageway to his home. "You are certainly a siren, my angel..."

Somewhere along the journey Christine noticed that Erik was not paying any attention to the road in front of them and was far more interested in kissing her. Christine pulled back slowly. "You...oh god, Erik...Erik...you know where we're going, don't you?"

"Of course I do..." He murmured lowly as he trailed imitate kisses across her collar bone.

"That's it!" Christine removed one of her hands from around Erik's neck and before he had time to protest, through his mask to the side. Christine then continued to place loving pecks all over his marred skin. Erik growled hungrily and returned her mouth to his lips and kissed her deeply, never remembering feeling quite this blissful, ever. Christine slightly parted her rose-colored lips, allowing Erik entrance as his tongue massaged every corner of her mouth. Oh heaven, the sounds she produced! It was enough to drive him mad with love, if that is even possible; for we all know Erik was 'mad with love' to begin with.

Soon they had reached the trap door, where Erik dropped in with no warning. Christine shrieked with surprise as Erik placed a forefinger to her mouth. "Shhh... It's all right, I have you." Before long, Christine noticed they were in the gondola. She sat in back of him silently, eagerly waiting what was to lie ahead. Soon, Christine found herself kissing Erik's neck with unbridled lust. Erik, taken by surprise, was finding it very difficult to stir such a heavy boat, and because if that, the vessel became unbalanced and caused the two to plummet into the mist.

"Erik! Erik!" Christine cried, or rather, laughed, Erik couldn't quite tell. She swam over to him and once again wrapped her arms around his neck. "Well, haven't we been here before?"

"You little vixen! Last time was an accident!" Erik chuckled, giving the tip of her nose a light kiss.

"No, no, Erik! Last time I pushed you in!" Her face broke into a wide smile, "and this time, I accidentally pushed you in. Who knew I had such power over you..."

"And so, we must make the conclusion that you enjoy seeing me wet."

"Oh, very much so..." she agreed, producing what sounded like little purrs.

With that Erik dove swiftly under the water and came back up holding the gondola pole. Climbing aboard the boat, he put the pole safely into the interior and hoisted himself into it. He offered Christine a hand, and after she made a foolhardy attempt to pull him back in, he lifted her whole body with one hand and brought her up close to him.

"I don't think I'll ever be dry again." Erik sighed, grasping the pole and pushing it back and forth so that the water lapped over it.

Christine giggled and then looked at her Angel wide eyed as she noticed his chest through the soaked-through white shirt. She drew in her breath as she saw his graceful but masculine muscles expanding and contracting with ever breath he took, and his breathing seemed to be increasingly sped up as her eyes raked his body. She wrapped her hands around Erik's waist as he gracefully poled them to the shore. Erik was the first to get out, and after helping Christine out he twirled his now soaking cloak to the ground. Oh, how she loved that cloak twirl. It was enough to make a girl go weak in the knees. Shyly, yet trying her best to be seductive, Christine slowly began to untie her robe.

"God, are you woman always like this?" Erik growled, twirling her in the air and then placing her down.

"Am I too slow for you, Monsieur Opera Ghost?" She joked, waving her forefinger in front of him. "Well, you'll just have to be patient."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

Then perhaps you would like to... undress me?" 'I...I can't believe I just asked him to...oh god, I'm not acting in the way of my faith, am I? Such actions would be frown upon.' Christine reddened as she watched Erik's fingers play around with her ties.

"You're such a gentleman, Erik; I give you permission to remove my robe..."

After doing so, Erik grabbed her hand to lead her to her bedroom, which was soon to be their bedroom. Somehow as they walked in the candles were already lit, making the atmosphere far more romantic as the light seemed to make each other glow, as if they were some heavenly being. Erik turned to Christine and kissed her, gently forcing her to fall back onto the bed. He would make sure that Christine wasn't in any pain. If she was, it would kill him. Slowly Erik began to ease Christine's chemise over her head, and turned to drop it to the floor. He looked down at her corset (she had actually decided to put it on this time) and gently flipped her over to her backside where he got a beautiful view of her bottom while he was unlacing the corset.

"Why is it you choose to where this now?" Erik was having difficulty getting the corset off in his hurry, and he growled in frustration as he stumbled on the last lace.

She blushed at his determination, trying to assist him in removing the corset.

Finally freeing Christine from the cursed contraption, he then slid her panties down and became even more aroused at the sight of his Angel fully unclothed beneath him.

Christine became aware of how vulnerable she was as she bashfully hid herself beneath the sheets. Erik shook his head. "No, I want to see you." He then pushed the blanket off of her as he fully took in the splendor that was her body. Erik lowered his face to her perfect breasts and took one rosy nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as Christine arched her back against him.

Not wanting to feel vulnerable any longer, Christine took over and straddled her husband-to-be while unbuttoning his shirt. She giggled as she heard Erik groan and gasped as the heat consumed her. The movement of her hips was intoxicating him. Finally she was able to remove Erik's shirt and she ran her hands over his beautifully toned chest. Christine brought her head down to his body and kissed her way up to his neck and then returned her mouth to his lips. Their lips never parted as they tried desperately to remove the only piece of clothing which prevented their passion...their music of the night.

As Erik's trousers hit the floor, Christine felt need consume her for the first time in her life. She blushed again as she gazed upon his manhood and realized that he was not only her Angel but a man, a glorious man at that. She also felt undeniable love coursing through her veins as she looked into his eyes. Erik looked back into them with lust and desire for her. She was his now and his alone. He would gladly lay his life on the line for her that he knew. That past was no longer an issue, and he adored the fact that Christine was still so bashful in his naked presence.

Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...

And suddenly, realization hit him. Erik was not the first man Christine had made love to. He was still a virgin, not her. Raoul had had this divine pleasure before he ever could, and that upset him, angered him, to such a far extent.

"Erik! Please!" Christine breathed, for Erik had been touching her in the most private of places while he was thinking this, and her passion was threatening to take her life if something was not done soon.

'Don't ruin this for yourself, you fool! Look at her! The Victome has never had the affect I have on her, and that is pleasure in itself!' So, with better judgment, Erik pushed aside all thoughts and continued.

'She belongs to me...'

Christine gasped once again as his feather-like touches from his masterfully musical hands once again touched her. "Oh, Erik! I want you! I need you!"

Erik's ego was about to soar off the charts...

"Erik, my Angel… master... love… please!" Christine cried as he positioned his manhood near her opening, but knew he'd need one final push. She whimpered again as she opened her mouth and screamed. "Erik! Oh my Erik! I love you! I love you Erik! Please! Lord, I love you, Erik! I love you with all the love my heart and soul can possess!"

Erik's heart softened at her confession, and his need for her body to be his overcame any objections in his mind. And suddenly, they were one.

Christine cried out in both pain and pleasure. Erik held her as he knew she must be going through pain. A minute later Christine realized it was no longer painful and she begged him to move against her, with her. And as they both took out their passionate love on the others body, they both felt as if they had been to heaven and back. Both panted their lover's name and whispered words of love before surrendering to the welcoming darkness.

Xxxxxxx

Christine: I...I did it...

Erik: (wide eyed)...

Christine: It's not the last chapter, my loyal reviewers, so don't worry! Ummm...I will admit this...I LOVE the fact that the main character's name is Christine. Absolutely... (Blushes) love it...

Erik: (grins) Then perhaps we can reenact it..."

Christine: ... (Faints)

Erik: (catches the author, holding her bridal style) Review, my friends! I advise you to comply; my instructions should be clear-

Penny: You wouldn't want him dropping another chandelier...

Erik: ...