A/N: Goodness, I just reread the previous chapter and I'm shocked! I'd forgotten how suggestive that last one was. Hm, this one's a bit tamer, but enjoy!
Raoul blithely prances around the backstage of the Opera Populaire, nibbling on a chocolate cigar, with the words 'It's A Boy!' on the sides of it (given to everyone by a proud mother ballerina. Go figure.). He paused in his tracks, hearing stifled voices coming from the floor, and kneels down pressing his ear against the dirty wooden floor.
Erik: What? No, Christine! How many times do I have to tell you? Don't touch me!
Raoul gasps, realizing Christine's down there, and his chocolate cigar falls from his mouth. He glares at it lying on the dusty ground, but shrugs, picks it up, brushes it off, and places it back in his mouth.
Christine: Oh, come on, Erik. Be a man!
Erik: I am a man. A very manly man. But I just don't feel comfortable without it.
Christine: If I can handle it, so can you.
Erik: No, you can't! It'll be worse than you remember, I know it!
Christine: Honestly, Erik, do you think I'm some sort of child? I can deal with it. Just take it off.
Erik: Nope, not here or anywhere else for that matter. Least of all here, where people might see. Maybe.
Christine: I like you without it on. Go on, take it off.
Erik: I will not.
Christine: Just do it!
Erik: No, thank you, dearest.
Christine: Eriiiik.
Raoul shudders. He never heard his once-love speak in such a threatening tone. He thinks Erik should give her some chocolate. Women love chocolate. Raoul would know.
Erik: -playing dumb- Yes, darling?
Christine: I'm warning you, if you don't take if off yourself, I will.
Erik: Only if you can catch me!
Christine: It's on!
Erik: Christine! Don't grab at it like that!
Raoul hears a commotion underneath him, and suddenly the floor lurches up, and he is flung backwards, hitting his head against a metal railing. He passes out, his chocolate cigar rolling sadly away from him. Unbeknownst to him, he was standing atop a hidden trap door…
Erik leaps out of the secret tunnel and looks over at the unconscious fop.
Erik: Curious.
Christine: -emerges from behind him and lunges- Ha! Got you!
Erik: No! Don't look at my face! Give me my mask back! Quickly! Before you see how ugly I am!
Christine: Don't be so sensitive, Erik. I love you and your deformed face.
Erik: Thanks.
Christine: Don't mention it.
A/N: Keep those reviews coming! Please. I seriously wouldn't update if I didn't get the occasional reminder. It's not because I necessarily need the motivation…I just forget otherwise. How lame is that:-P