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Disclaimer: I don't own POTO, duh! But I do own any OC's I do not own Meg or Erik. Sadly..
Meg awoke in Erik's arms. They were wrapped tightly around her; and she could feel his soothing breath on her face. She closed her eyes and snuggled closer to him. He was finally her's; not Christine's, or anyone else's. His kisses were her's, his love was her's, and his care was for her. She wrapped her fingers into a fist; holding onto his shirt. He had a way about him that Meg found adorable; he always softly mumbled in his sleep. She listened to the dream he was having.
"Meg..." He had been having a dream about her. "Meg...I can't believe...amazing..." He was only speaking parts of his dream. "It's so small...but I love it..." Meg tried to figure out what he could possibly be dreaming about.
Erik opened his eyes no sooner than his last statement ended. He saw Meg clinging to him; and he tightened his grip on her.
"Sleep well?" He asked, he felt Meg nod; her golden locks of hair fell over his hand. "Good. I love you Meg.."
"I love you too.." She told him grinning. He slid his hand onto her waist and held her there. "I wish I didn't have to go back to the dormitories..I want to stay here with you.."
"I want you to stay too. But we both know you have to. Don't worry though; I'll still be here when you get back." Meg nodded; but did not move to leave. She stayed in his embrace.
"A few more minutes can't hurt." Meg told him; he kissed her. "Your such a gentleman."
"What made you say that all of a sudden?"
"I figured you'd want to-you know- but you didn't say anything." Meg smiled. Erik kissed her neck and replied.
"I didn't want to push my luck. I don't want you to be angry at me."
"For that? Erik." She sat up and playfully put her hands on her hips. "I don't get mad that easily do I?"
"I don't know, you seemed to get mad at me a lot." He looked at her with puppy-dog eyes. Eyes that made Meg tackle him onto the bed.
"True. But if you can trust me with your mask. If you can let me take it off without shouting; I can trust you with my body. I love you Erik."Erik grinned and moved so he could pin her down.
"If only you'd told me that before." He kissed her slender neck; wrapping his arms around her and sliding his hand down the sleeve of the shirt that was too big for her. he traced her spine; which made her back straighten and chills run down her back. Erik laughed and held her bare waist.
It felt strange to her. The Phantom of the Opera was holding her bare waist, his fingers were making a circle around her belly button; and he seemed to want to do more than they had time for. If she'd been told a year ago that Erik would be holding her like he was, she wouldn't have believed it. His hands ventured; but soon they both realized that they were starting something time would not allow them to finish. Erik slid his hands away from her body; and kissed her.
"Damn it." He mumbled. "Time just isn't on our side. It's time for you to leave." Meg nodded, got up and got ready to leave.
Erik waited for her; He'd thrown his cloak over his shoulders; and watched as Meg emerged from the bedroom dressed in her innocent looking white tutu. It made her look as if she was so innocent; she would never even think about sex. But looks are deceiving. He lifted Meg from the land and put her in his boat.
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Erik bid Meg farewell when they got to the mirror. He kissed her as if he would never see her again; telling her he loved her. She went through the mirror and Erik watched her until she was out of the room. He leaned on the wall and smiled. He'd finally won; he'd won his angel's heart. He decided he may as well get out and get some fresh air; he also going to try to watch Meg. If he couldn't; then he wouldn't. He walked through the halls like a shadow; being seen by no one. He ran beside the manager's office; and overheard Andre' and Firmin talking.
"Were bankrupt Andre!" Fimin shouted. "All our money is gone! The vicomte won't give us anymore.were going to have to close down the opera populaire." Erik's breath was caught in his throat. If they closed; he'd never be able to see Meg again.
"We've no other choice? No other money? nothing?" Andre' asked; not wanting the opera populaire to close either.But for a different reason entirely.
"Nothing." Firmin said sadly. "Looks like were back in the junk buisness."
"Scrap Metal." Andre' replied sourly. "Are you absolutely sure?"
"Positive Andre'. The vicomte is keeping his money to raise his new-born child. He said to me, and I quote: "Christine and I are going to have more children; I'm sorry Monsieur; but I can not give the opera populaire anymore money."" Erik couldn't believe what he was hearing. Raoul just quit giving money to the opera house; and now Meg and Madam Giry will be homeless.
No. Erik couldn't and wouldn't let that happen to Meg. Not to the woman he loves. He went back to his lair to start thinking of a plan.
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Meg returned to Erik to find him working silently on a project. She looked over his shoulder to see he was working on blueprints.
"What are you doing?" Meg's voice caused Erik to jump. He looked at her and told her he was working on something for her.
"I overheard Firmin and Andre'." Erik told her. "They have to close the opera populaire down.Raoul stopped giving them money for the repairs."
"But-" Meg choked. Tears running down her face. "That means mother and I will be homeless. I'll never see you again.." Erik stood from his desk and hugged her.
"No Meg. I won't let you and your mother be homeless. Do you understand me? here look." He showed her the blueprints. He'd designed a place for them to live. "I'll give you enough money to live comfortably until your mother finds a job; or you marry a rich man."
"Erik. How will that solve me not being able to see you again?"
"I don't know. I suppose that will be something we'll have to live with."
"No Erik." Meg was shaking her head. "I won't lose you. You can live with mother and I." Meg hugged him tightly. "You can live with us and we can be one big family."
"Meg, Meg I don't want to endanger you or your mother. I want to; believe me angel, I want to."
They argued for what seemed like forever. Until Meg had persuaded Erik to live with them. He said he'd have to find room to put another room in for himself. But Meg shook her head.
"No. You'll sleep with me." Erik grinned and hugged her. He kissed her and went back to work on the blue prints.
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Meg went to sleep without Erik at her side. He wanted to get the house done quickly; because he didn't know when they would be closing the Opera Populaire. He finished the blue prints in the middle of the night. They had measurements around the rooms; they were labeled: Bedroom (4) Bathroom (3) Nursery (1) Study (1) ect. ect. Erik rolled the plans up and joined Meg in bed. He set his mask on the end table; took off his shoes and blew out the light. He rested against the silk pillows and closed his eyes.
He felt Meg's hand on his chest; he re-lit the candle to see her smiling back at him.
"It sure is late." Meg told him smiling. "Did you get the plans done?"
"Yes. Everything is set. All you've got to do is hire someone to build it. Do you have an idea where you want it?" Meg shook her head. He smiled and kissed her.
"Meg, what will your mother say when you tell her you've invited the Phantom of the Opera to live with you?"
"She probably won't like it; but I don't care. I love you Erik." She clung onto him; He put his hand on her back; kissing her neck.
"This is all too perfect." Erik told her sourly. "Something is bound to go wrong."
"Perhaps. But let's not spoil what's going right." Erik nodded and held her tightly.
"I love you Meg.You mean the world to me." Meg smiled, and blew out the candle.
yes. Isn't it sweet?
Erik: Your sick.
Me: Ah well!
Erik: I REALLY hate you..
