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They woke up side by side unsure of what to do next. They were both to afraid that it was a dream and if they were to move it would all end. No longer would his arms be wrapped around her delicate warm body. No longer would she feel his gentle breathing. So they stayed unmoving for a while longer before hunger finally overtook their fears. Christine had never felt so wonderful and happy as she rolled over on to her back so that she could look at Erik. She had a feeling he wasn't still asleep, but he laid there peacefully all the same until he slowly opened him eyes and looked into her's.
"Good morning," he said smiling as he saw Christine's cheeks turn a slight shade of pink.
"Good morning Erik."
"How did you sleep?" he asked inching closer to her so that he was half on top of her and half on the bed.
"Perfectly! I've never slept so well before."
"I hope I had something to do with that."
She leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips and said, "You had everything to do with that. Thank you."
He laughed and kissed her this time, "Anytime, now what would you like for breakfast?"
He pressed her roughly against the wall as he began to kiss her neck and shoulders. She gasped unable to catch her breath as he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped herself around him to bring them even closer together though it wasn't close enough. One of his hand made it's way from her thigh, up her corset fitted middle to her chest that was heaving from being unable to breath properly. Christine moaned deeply in his mouth and broke their heated kiss rolling her head back against the wall. She was so beautiful and graceful in everything she did, this being no exception. She looked down into his eyes her's being half open, heavy with desire. They knew this had to stop before it went too far, but it was so hard to let go.
"Erik...we have to"
"I know," He said cutting her off. God how he hated when she said that.
With a great amount of willpower he set her down on the ground as a dull ache washed over him. Christine stay pressed against him and the wall not letting go of his neck. It was too much, it was too hard. They couldn't keep going on like this. It was the third time in two days they had found themselves nearing their breaking point and loving it. Though Christine wasn't sure what kept stopping them. It just never felt right to her. "Christine I am going to go out for awhile to...breath. Would you like to join me?" "No, I think I will just go lay down." With that he left her and headed for one of his many secret passages. It wasn't until she was sure he was gone that she head for the bedroom barely able to keep her knees from buckling.
She collapsed on the bed with tears in her eyes threatening to fall. Why is this so hard? All he had to do was look at her to make her feel like she was melting and yet when the time came she pulled away from him. She could not shake the feeling that what they were doing was not right, but she had no idea why.
He was angry.
Angry with himself, angry with her, angry because every time she let him get close to her she would push him away. It was like she was trying to torture him. He was thankful that she did not want to come with him, because he really did not want her to. He didn't think he would be able to be in the same room with her without doing something he should not do. He would never harm her or try to take from her what she was not willing to give, but he couldn't figure out what she wanted. She went along with every kiss and every caress that he gave her and she would even return them, but then suddenly she would stiffen and tell him that they needed to stop.
Maybe he was the one asking for too much. Of course it was him. It had to be him! "What would she want with a monster like me?" He said aloud. "Maybe if I was the Vicomte she would not pull away from me. Maybe should would not be so afraid." That was it, she was afraid of him. And why should she not fear him? He had the face of Lucifer himself. How could anyone love that? He suddenly stopped walking realizing that he had walked farther from the opera house than he had intended. It was snowing and very cold and very dark. Lights from the street lamps made the snow glimmer and dance, as it did his tears.
Christine awoke shivering on the plush swan bed. She had fallen asleep sometime ago without meaning to. She wondered if Erik had returned, but was too afraid to face him just yet. She instead crawled up under the silk covers and laid her head back on the pillows. With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes. She felt no better and no worse than she had before and she still had no idea what to do about Erik.