I can hear the bells.
Jack: Des, are you all right?
Well, don't you hear them chime?
Jack: I don't hear anything.
(Sighs) Well, you are no fun.
Jack: I never claimed to be.
Party-pooper. Well, the day you all waited for is here! Poppy's and Erik's wedding day! (sly grin) and wedding night….
Jack: Let's see if she survives it.
Bad joke. Of course, she'll survive it. What do you expect to happen?
Jack: I was talking about you. You and me both know how you are with the love scenes. (Points to authoress) She barely can write them. You all were lucky the past scenes came out good. She was lucky that I was there to help.
(thunks skeleton on head) You aren't any better then me! (Watches as he chases his head)
Jack:(places head on shoulders) On with the story!
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Sorry about that. Blame it on the candy. Sad thing is; I hate candy.
Disclamer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera
The week before the wedding dragged by for both Erik and Poppy. Erik threw his self into his work to try to pass the time quicker. It didn't work. Poppy sang as much as she could to rid her self of her nervousness. Mme. Giry was ready to tear out her hair. Both of them were driving her crazy. Erik kept wondering if Poppy was going to change her mind. Poppy was quiet, but fidgeted all the time. The day before the wedding, Antoinette took Poppy to get her dress. The dress had come out perfect. She also had Poppy stay in the room that night with her.
"It's a beautiful dress is not?" Poppy asked as she smooth down the white silk. She walked over the couch and set down.
Mme. Giry nodded. "Yes, it is. It will be a beautiful wedding."
Poppy looked blindly down.
Mme. Giry saw this. Walking over to her, she set down beside her. "What's wrong, cheire?"
Poppy's lip trembled slightly, "I'm scared. This is huge. I never thought to be married. Much less, have someone that loves me. My parents never love me. Even when I could see. At times, it is too much."
"You having second thoughts?"
"Heavens, no!" Poppy gave her a nervous smile, "I think I'm more scared of the wedding…of the…" Poppy blushed, "night. I think that is what is making me nervous."
Mme. Giry understood. "Erik is a kind man. He'll understand. I believe he'll be as nervous. Remember that, and it will be fine." She patted Poppy's hand, "Let's get to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow."
Poppy smiled and nodded. She pulled her legs up under the covers. Mme. Giry got up and turned down the gas lamp. She went to bed her self. Both of them fell asleep to the sound of the Opera house's creaks and groans.
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The next morning, the whole company ran around tending to last minute preparations. Reyer had already taken Erik out of the Opera house. Erik was trying to be calm but he was nervous as hell. He was to wait at the Madeleine. The wedding was at four in the evening. After the wedding, all would travel back to the Opera House, where the reception was to take place. Then he and Poppy would go down to the lair. There, they will stay for the next few days. Erik kept pacing the halls and rooms of the church. He may have been a disbeliever before and would want nothing to do with the religion mess. ButErik was now trying to do so. For it was only a miracle that the so-called God could've helped Poppy live. Also, Mme. Giry would hear nothing of Poppy and Erik not being properly wed in a church.
It was an hour before the wedding. Erik knew when Poppy had arrived, for there was a commotion of gigging from the ballet rats. Mme. Giry came out to see how Erik was doing.
"I'm nervous, scared, and exited. I don't know what to do." Erik was wearing his new dress suit, cloak draped on his shoulders. "What if she changes her mind? What if…"
"Stop it, Erik. Poppy loves you. She's just as nervous as you are." Antoinette said, placing a hand on Erik's shoulder.
"She is?"
"She is. She's terrifiedyou are going to leave her at the altar."
"Never!"
"It's time." Reyer came in.
Erik took one last look at his reflection, and went to take his place.
He was nervous while the bridesmaids, Meg included, walked down the aisle. When the music changed, he straightened, and Poppy appeared. Reyer was escorting her. His heart ached at the sight of her. The dress was simple, modest. A white rose was in her long red hair instead of a veil. The dress was cut almost like an angel's robe. It had small bell like sleeves. The train was not long, only trailing behind her only about a foot. She looked like an angel in her dress, and to him, she was. She had saved him from his hell, and he was determined to give her thelove she deserved. He took her hand when she reached the altar, and she smiled at him. When the vows were finished, and the ring on her finger, he swept her into a kiss that was gentle and fierce at the same time. The guests cheered and the two went on to the Opera house for their reception. When they escaped, it was around nine.
When they were down in the lair, both let out breathes of air. Poppy glanced shyly in the direction of Erik, and started gigging.
"What's so funny?"
"Us! Had to run from our own reception!" Poppy said, her nervous giggles dying.
Erik smiled and went to hold her for the moment. He could hear and fell her heart beating faster. "Are you scared?"
"A little. More nervous though. But of you? No." Poppy then began to trace his face with both her hands. "Erik, I'm going to take off the mask."
Erik stiffened for a moment, then nodded. He closed his eyes as the porcelain was gently, slowly, pulled away. He then felt her warm gentle hands on his full face. They traced along his jaw then up to his face. He only flinched, when her fingers came to his deformed side. Poppy then slowly ran her hands though his silky black hair.
Placing her hands on his neck, she pulled his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Her fingers twined in his hair, and she felt his come up to her head. When they pulled away from each other, he saw her eyes darkened to a smoky gray with suppressed lust, and he knew his eyes mirrored hers. With trembling fingers, she began unbuttoning his shirt, taking time to pull it out of his trousers. She ran her fingers over the skin and turned him around. Poppy felt along his back, fingers dancing over his scars. She kissed every scar on his back, wishing she could take them away. She felt his muscles tighten as he struggled to maintain control. She walked around to his front. Starting at his neck, she kissed all the way down his chest to his navel and back up. He hissed, and she grinned, continuing. Her hand strayed to the bulge growing in his trousers.
Erik couldn't take it.
"Arrête! Stop!" He commanded. Confused, she did, and he adroitly undid the laces on her dress and corset, undressing her halfway as she had him, in half the time. He let his eyes feast on her body. She was slender and her healthy breasts were already peaky and rose-colored from the chill of the room. He lightly ran his fingers over her front gently. She let out a soft breath of air, a sound he found quite encouraging. He swept her into his arms and laid her on the bed. He kissed her all over, savoring the taste of her skin as she had his, and this time she growled, pulling him up into a savage kiss. When they parted, she whispered, her voice husky with want.
"Stop teasing…"
He couldn't deny her, "This will hurt."
"I know. I'm ready." He gently slid into her. She was so tight! He felt her wall, and, squeezing her hand for comfort, forcefully joined them. A tear formed at the corner of each eye, and he kissed them away. When she opened her eyes, he knew she was ready. He started slowly, to get her used to it. However, she didn't want slow and gentle.
"Faster Erik." He obliged, going only a bit more. "Erik." His heart tightened at her words. "You're holding back. I know what you want to do. Do it." He groaned, and did as she said. He plunged into her furiously, riding her hard and fast. She mewed, fingers leaving scratches on his back. "Oh God Erik…Don't stop…" He didn't. He kept going until he felt her flutter about him, and she screamed his name in pleasure. It took him over the edge, and he growled her name into the darkness. Exhausted, he fell to the side, pulling out of her reluctantly. They fell asleep, limbs tangled in beautiful fatigue.
(Authoress fidgets) I hope it was ok? It took me five hours. And you don't want to know how many versions I erased. Jack was no help ether. (Glares at skeleton in corner.)
Jack: Sorry, doll. But you were on your own.
(Rips hair out.) I think I'll put a rest here, and work with Eye for a Ghost for a day. But I may still have another chapter up tomorrow.
