How was last chap? I liked it because Christine finally gets what's coming to her.

Christine's POV

Several Hours later

I woke up slowly. I was disappointed when Erik was not in his bed. I had been dreaming… If you were dreaming blockhead, you would not be in his bed. I stretched and yawned loudly. As I was about to get up, Erik wandered into the room. His mask was back on, but his shirt wasn't. Even with the large bandage I had put on his side earlier, his well-muscled, broad chest was still very nice to look at.

"Good morning, ma cherie" He said, walking over to the bed.

"Mo…rning" I yawned, stretching. I was startled when he sat on the bed, really startled when he leaned into me, and really startled when he kissed me softly. I had kissed him on a number of occasions; on the cheek, the forehead (what I could reach), on the lips for the first time last night, but as I can remember, he has never kissed me.

Can't say that now. I thought to myself as he pulled back and looked at me, studying my reaction… I gave him one.

I grabbed his arm, and jerked him down, almost on top of me. He grunted with surprise and maybe a little pain, but recovered quickly. My lips crashed into his as he managed to twist so that he would not land on me. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss.

I broke when I could no longer deal with no breath. "Wow" I gasped, panting. He smiled at me, and got up. When off the bed, he was his usual charming (and aggravating) self.

"What would you like for breakfast Christine?"

"You…" I replied before I could stop myself. I stared at him, shocked at my own words.

Amusement "I am sorry mlle, I cannot seem to find that in the pantry." He covered my shock with his amusement.

"Gee, thanks… could you look?" I asked, grinning in spite of myself.

"If you wish, I guess I could look…" He disappeared for maybe 10 seconds. " Nope, fresh out" "Liar, you didn't even look" "We don't have any!" "Fine then" I began to pout, something I was very good at, and knew he couldn't resist.

"Christine….." He moved to the bed once more, but this time, I had my arms locked around his neck before he had time to react. I could tell that he was trying to keep himself under control, but I refused to give up. My tongue swiped across his lips, begging entry. He obliged, exploring my own mouth with his tongue. This is heaven, I could die happy right now, I knew this wasn't true. I now wanted, needed more. He tried to pull away from me once again, and I gave him a little room. While he was catching his breath, I amused myself by running my hand up and down his chest, tracing around the bandage there. He hissed when I traced the edge of the bandage so lightly that I doubted he could feel it. He then grabbed my hands, kissed me once more, and got up.

"Christine… I…" I watched as he attempted to compose himself. I knew he would avoid me for days now, but… "Christine… I... I… I don't know how to say this, but… I love you. I need you. You are too young, you know that, right?" I stared at him, tears forming in my eyes. "I am thirty-nine years old, and you are not even sixteen yet. I love you… that is why I cannot even think about taking advantage of you…" I began to cry silently. He walked over, pulled me into his arms, and simply held me, whispering "I love you" over and over again.