I fixed the "napkin" scene in chapter 40, I hope it meets with your approval. I wasn't sure how to approach that situation, so I am glad someone told me about their dislike of the way I had it.

In response to certain reviews, all I can say to these readers is this - to each their own. If you are unhappy with the way the story is going or do not like my style of writing, than so be it, I am not holding you down and forcing you to read.

To the rest of you, thank you for coming this far and encouraging me through every step of the way.

Onward we go, just a few more chapters.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Erik or Christine. They are the wonderful creation of Mr. Leroux – but ALW gave them depth and humanity – as did Kay. I do not own any lyrics that are used; they will be credited at the end of the chapter in which they appear.

I do however; own the plot and any original characters, which appear from the dark caverns of my mind.

Character portraits:

Erik – Gerard Butler (There is no other – not for me!)

Christine - Scarlett Johansson (with violet eyes, and a little more of a mature look)

Meckenzie - Emma Karwandy (from Butterfly on a Wheel)

Vince - Pierce Brosnan (slightly shorter)

Karen - Bette Midler (only about ten year's younger, seven inches taller, and long,brown hair)

Ms. Jennison- Samantha Bond (Miss Moneypenny from the latest Bond movies)

Mr. Lynch - Bruce Davison (Senator Kelly from the first X-Men movie)

All other original characters, you can use your imagination.

Enjoy.

CHAPTER 41

The plane continued its descent into Montreal without event, and Erik and Christine spent the remainder of the time wrapped in each others eyes and engaged in conversation.

"So, you think you can 'dominate and subdue' me, do you?" Erik teased.

Christine tweaked his chin with her thumb and forefinger and winked at him, "Face it, sweetheart, you're putty in my hands."

Erik laughed huskily, and felt himself stir in reaction to her words, "No doubt, my love…I'll be whatever you want me to be in your hands."

He could have sworn he heard her purr in response to his comment. Erik had never been a part of such a stimulating and erotic conversation before…he found it exciting and sensual. Every word they said and every gesture they made was leading up to a climax that Erik was unfamiliar with, but eager to experience.

Christine watched them land through the window and realized how much she had enjoyed the flight; as long as she had Erik beside her every time they flew – especially distracting her as he had tonight – she would fly to the ends of the earth and back.

Their hotel had provided a limo for them to ride from the airport to the hotel. This was another part of the lives of the rich and famous that Christine had not been privy to. She had never ridden in a limousine before and Erik found her enthusiasm enthralling. He spent most of the ride just chuckling at her animated features and allowing her to "test" all the various amenities the limo featured.

"Mr. and Mrs. Trudeau, my name is Bernard, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to Montreal's finest hotel, Auberge du Vieux-Port."

The man who greeted them at the door was a stately looking, graying gentleman. He spoke in a strong, French accent and wore a large smile. He was, most likely, the operator of the hotel and had a vested interest in its patrons, and their opinions.

"Hello." Erik returned as he shook the man's hand with vigor. After shaking Erik's hand, the man turned his attention on Christine and took her hand to his lips for a brief, chaste kiss.

"Let me show you to your room, your luggage has already been taken up and is awaiting you."

Erik and Christine followed the man into the elevator, and Christine cast Erik a look that clearly stated she would skip the "elevator ravishing" and that she was not happy about it. Erik could not help but chuckle lightly at the disappointment on her face.

They walked into the suite and Christine's breath hitched in her throat; the room was artfully decorated in vanilla cream, dusty rose, and Williamsburg blue, and the furniture was mahogany.

"You have the finest suite on the penthouse floor. The décor is late 19th century, but the amenities are the finest today's technology has to offer. You have an eight-foot hot tub, king size bed with mirrored ceiling, big screen platinum home theater with surround sound, and a balcony in both rooms overlooking the beautiful city of Montreal."

Erik and Christine were definitely pleased with the room, but the man had to go.

"Thank you, Bernard, for the personal tour." Erik stated, handing the man a hundred dollar bill.

Bernard, being an astute man, took the hint, and the money, and quickly left the room.

Christine took Erik's hand in hers and led him toward the bed.

"I thought he would never leave." She purred.

Erik took her hand and led her into his embrace; he cradled her chin in his palm and lifted her lips to meet his.

He languidly wrestled his tongue with hers, and moved his hand to tease the pointed tips of her breasts through the material of her dress.

His gentle touch did not speak of demand on his part or lack of patience; instead, his gentle touch spoke of a yearning to know her every need and desire and his want to fulfill these things for her.

Christine came alive at his touch and she knew she would never tire of his hands being on her – and it didn't have to be sexual; his tender, caregiver touch was all she needed to feel safe and grounded in the chaos of the world.

"Love me, Erik." She whispered as his lips whispered across her cheek and teased her ear.

His eyes conveyed that love, but he was in no hurry. There were many simple things in the life of men and women that Erik had never experienced; making love was just one of them.

He went over to the home theater and turned on some soft jazz. Then he took off his tie, removed his suit coat, turned up the collar on his shirt, and walked back to Christine.

"Dance with me." He murmured, as he drew her toward him. "I want to feel you in my arms as music enters you and molds you to its will."

His words painted a provocative picture and the soft lull of his sensual voice caused a delightful shiver to run up Christine's spine. She rested her head on his shoulder as he covered her hand with his and brought it to him, placing it over his heart.

He danced like a dream; his movements were far more intimate and elegant than they had been when they had danced at the restaurant. He was a lethal, vigorous, vibrant male; from his loose, dark, wavy curls to his long, perfectly shaped feet; and he was all hers.

His hand rested on the curve of her thigh, as he dipped her over his arm. Her leg wrapped around his thigh in a mating dance and Erik took the opportunity to run his tongue up the length of her exposed throat. He then kissed her senseless and moans of deep pleasure escaped her mouth.

"You feel like forever in my arms." He whispered.

He picked her up in his arms and gallantly carried her to the bed. He gently deposited her in the middle and took her foot in his hand.

He skillfully removed her shoe and then massaged his way up her leg. He found the barrier of her thigh high hose and rolled them down her leg; slowly, deftly, and sensually.

He repeated the same process with her other leg.

His fingers were working magic on her heated flesh and Christine was certain she would lose her mind if he didn't possess her quickly.

He reached his hand toward her and she took it, standing before him, once again. He turned her in his arms and slowly undid the zipper on her dress.

Once her back was exposed, he softly ran his finger up the gentle sway of her spine; he watched as goose flesh appeared in the aftermath of his touch, a sign of her arousal.

The dress fell from her shoulders and Erik bent her over the bed as he carefully pulled the dress down her body, over her bottom, and down her legs. She stepped out of it and remained bent over as Erik's hands gently ran over her bottom and then around her thighs.

She felt his tongue run the length of her leg as he knelt behind her and wrapped his arms around her leg.

Erik could not get enough of her long, slender legs. He kissed her calves and thighs and ran his tongue over every place his hands touched.

"You're so beautiful." Came his impassioned moan, as he continued his oral exploration of her body.

Christine was panting and her full breasts hung beneath her, eager for his touch. She almost lost it when Erik's head emerged between her legs and his hot, moist tongue – once again – found her throbbing, heated center.

"Touch yourself." He demanded, as he watched her cradle her breast in her hand and tease the hard point with her fingers.

Christine was putty in his hands, and she yearned to remain in such a state. His tongue was doing the most wonderful things to her and she never wanted him to stop.

Erik drank from her. He tasted her arousal on his tongue and feasted on it as though he were at a royal banquet.

Her hips were grinding into him and he knew she was close, so he sent her over the edge with a quick sweep of his tongueupon her pulsing nub.

He quickly maneuvered her onto her back before she finished, removed his clothing, and perched himself between her legs with his engorged cock begging for entrance.

"Take me, Erik." Christine begged, rubbing against him enticingly.

That was all the invitation he needed, and Erik thrust into her with a forceful invasion. His eyes rolled back and a guttural, animalistic groan sounded in his chest.

"Sweet heaven…" He groaned, "…that feels so good!"

His hard length flowed into her and Christine had never felt anything so wonderful. Her body answered his every thrust and she meant each surge of his hips with eager swells of her own.

Christine wrapped her legs around his slender waist, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him into her, even deeper, until she felt him beckoning on the door of her womb.

His movements became longer and more staggered and his breathing was deep. His moans became louder and Christine knew he was close…and she knew she was, too.

"Take me with you." She whispered into his ear, as she wrapped herself around him even more.

Erik could take no more and his seed shot forth from his body and buried itself deep within hers.

Both screamed their orgasms and neither wanted to come down from that high. Erik slowed his strokes, but remained fully within her; not willing, nor able to remove himself.

He moved his head and claimed her mouth in a gentle kiss; his tears softly touched his lips and mingled with her lips, causing her to look into his deep, green eyes.

She reached up and wiped the tears away, smiling into his eyes with all the joy she was feeling.

"I never thought I'd have this…" Erik responded, "…the love of a woman and the chance to have a family." She smiled and Erik gently rested his forehead against hers, "I love you."

"And I love you…" Christine echoed, with a small yawn.

Erik smiled and pulled from her. He placed her in the crevice of his arms, pulled her toward his chest, and hummed softly in her ear.

They rested, clinging to each other into the wee hours of the morning. They made love again, somehow forgetting the handcuffs, as the sun placed its rising shadow over the city of Montreal.

TBC