Spirits Dancing In the Night
Christine lay in the very heart of the catacombs hidden beneath the Opera Populaire. Her Angel, Erik, stood before her. His voice was resounding with passion and love as he sang 'Music of the Night,' the song he wrote solely for Christine. His fingers grazed her skin as she enveloped her body in the sound of her Angel. With each of his whispering touches, spiders of fire sparked and blazed across her body pooling at the epicenter of her love. Slowly, she raised her head and stared longingly into Erik's eyes of amber. Her green eyes silently pleaded with him a hushed emotion, and though it was powerful enough to shred all his self-restraint, he refused to give into temptation. As the last of his wondrous voice died off, Christine clutched to the front of his chest and grasped the sides of his shirt as though he might disappear at anytime. Weakly, her voice found itself and with a hesitant breath, she spoke.
"Erik…"
To him it was the most incredible noise to ever leave the rosy complexity of her mouth and he shuddered at what the tone implied. Yet again she spoke,
"Please…please…"
It was hardly even a whisper and he had to strain to hear it, but when he did his body froze.
"Christine?"
She was holding him tighter, her blushing lips pressing to the warm skin of his chest peeking out from beneath his shirt's neck.
"Erik…"
He couldn't help it, and he silently cursed as his body took action when his mind could not. His lips greedily pressed against hers' whilst his arms snaked around her waist and pulled her ever closer. She gasped in his mouth when she felt how excited he had become and blushed heavily when he drew back to stare into her eyes. A twitch of a smile curled his lips when he saw her blush, and he fully smiled when she whispered 'wow' and buried her face into the crook of his neck. He moaned and cautiously moved his left hand to clasp her left hip. Once again their eyes met and as the intense passion threatened to shatter everything, Christine sang,
"Angel of music fret no longer I am yours Angel…"
In a whirl of muscles and a shuffle of feet, Erik had swept Christine into his arms and meandered helplessly towards his bedroom. The duration between picking her up and entering the room was filled with intense kisses and desperate clothes shedding. Collapsing onto the swan-shaped bed, Christine vaguely recalled what taking this last step would mean and she hesitated as Erik's hand found its place on her breast. Sensing her trepidation, Erik paused his movements and whispered solemnly,
"You need only say the word Christine and I'll leave and take care of this problem without so much as a huff of disappointment."
The sincerity and love in his voice brought tears to her eyes. Quietly she reached up and stroked his face.
"I love you."
They were simple words, but the sheer magnitude of them spilling from Christine's mouth caused Erik to lose all sense of mind. His lips crashed to hers in a painful, but equivalently felt explosion. Ripping the back of her corset, Erik savagely tossed it aside before gazing at the beauty who lay beneath him with only a thin chemise to shield herself from his burning eyes. Growing bold, Christine reached up and tossed his mask aside. It had always been a cause of great curiosity for her and she was unable to repress a gasp of surprise upon seeing his damaged face. In any other situation Erik would have snapped a person's neck for even touching his mask, but now all he could do was stare in shock and hurt at Christine. Recovered from her initial surprise, Christine could now see the pain in Erik's eyes. With a quick sweep of her hands, Christine tore the chemise away leaving her totally nude before Erik.
"There," She whispered, "Now we're even."
Shocked, Erik's eyes remained widened at the sight of his beloved sitting naked before him, and he was still unmasked!
"How…?" He whispered back, "Are…are you not…? Repulsed?"
The smallest of small chuckles escaped Christine as she reached up and once again cupped his face.
"I see not what is here Erik," She pointed to his birth defect, "but what is here." She drew a line from his chin to his heart.
"I love you Erik, no matter what…"
He collapsed onto her form, kissing every inch of flesh his lips could reach.
"Oh Christine, how I love you so."
An impatient tug or two later and Erik became as bare as his love. Again hesitation tread into the room and Erik stopped. Whimpering, Christine opened her lust-filled eyes and she questioned Erik.
"I can't do this Christine…I love you, Oh God how I do, but I am the Devil's Spawn and you…you are a sweet and innocent dove. I cannot and will not taint you!"
Christine suddenly felt vicious anger rip through her and using every inch of strength she possessed, she pounced on Erik and straddled his waist.
"I told you I love you Erik and I would only do this if I were absolutely sure!"
She knew it was foolish and rash, but she didn't care as she sat up and impaled herself upon him. She cried out in both ecstasy and pain as his body became roughly one with hers. Erik gasped and attempted to extricate himself, but Christine held him fast.
"No…" She whispered vehemently "Just stay here with me."
Erik froze realizing that Christine was serious. For two minutes the couple remained still and silent. When Erik felt the tension in her shoulders ease, he knew she was adjusted to his size and she resumed her upward position. The motion caused Erik to sink deeper within her and his uncooperative mouth howled in approved pleasure. Hearing his moan, Christine experimentally rolled her hips and found an enigmatic delight rise up through her system. As she began a rhythm Erik practically yelped with happiness as he grasped her hips and helped her slam graciously down. When the first wave of euphoria hit her she hardly had time to gasp before a bright white flash imposed her quaking form. As she shivered back down from Nirvana, she realized Erik had swapped their positions and was now surging forward into her. Within a few moments Erik let out a strangled cry and bit Christine's shoulder. The pain in her shoulder melded with the scalding hot liquid invading her body in sputtering turrets and created absolute completion within her.
Groaning appreciatively Christine nuzzled Erik's powerful neck and relaxed against him letting drowsiness wash over her. Erik panted softly into her curls before gently rolling over and pulling Christine comfortably against his chest. Her nuzzled her back and smiled when her felt her smile into his skin. The cool mists of the shadowy lair swirled about the new lovers as they made love thrice more before pulling a warm sheet to their bodies and sleeping, still entwined in mind, body and always in soul.
