Authors note: Hello darlings! Sorry I haven't been updating for a while but I have just moved from my apartment to another one and X-mas came so incredibly fast this year and who would have though that I would suffer from food poisoning in the middle of it? And I completely forgot to give you the translation for the Swedish terms in the previous chapter:

"Fisförnäma tönt": Snobby geek

"Högre, högre!": Higher, higher!

Anyway here is chapter six.

WARNING: Fluffluffluff...;)

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Christine slowly opened her eyes to be met by the morning sunlight, she found herself lying on something smooth and rock hard, that something turned out to be Erik's chest. She smiled with a sigh and cuddled closer, locking up at him, he looked younger in the daylight, his hair, that had seemed so dark in the depths of the opera house, changed from black to a dark auburn colour as the sun gleamed down upon it. She propped herself up on her elbow to examine him closer. His face looked so relaxed she had never seen it like that before. The deformed side was hidden in the pillows, leaving only his left side for her to see, he was a very handsome man, dark eyebrows, long lashes, lush lips and green eyes with silvery reflexes in them that was looking up in her own.

"Do you enjoy what you see?" he asked and arched an eyebrow, making her giggle.

"Very much" she replied. He shifted position, his entire face became visible, her hand came up to caress his cheek, learning it's contours and shapes, Erik noticed how her eyes looked fascinated upon the deformity.

"Good, because if this doesn't scare you then nothing will." She immediately jerked out from her daydreaming, his words were hurting her.

"Do you think so low of yourself?" he didn't respond, the answer was evident in his eyes.

"Do you doubt my love for you?"

"No!" he answered immediately. "It's my ability to be worthy of you that I doubt".

Christine couldn't help buy smile, he seemed so childish when he was being insecure like this. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up in a sitting position, facing her.

"Don't be foolish and don't ever think those things, you are worthy of everything. I love you for you, nobody chooses were we will love." He couldn't help but smile at her last statement, she couldn't be more right.

"When did you become so wise, my love?" she smiled back, sitting on her knees so her face was at the same level as his and brought her arms around his neck.

"I learned from the best" she felt his arms come around her waist and his lips brush against her own.

"Do you remember the first time we kissed?" he asked after they had parted.

"Yes, very clearly, you were shaking."

"Was I?"

"Mhm", she nodded "but you were wonderful."

"How am I now then?" he asked and brought his hand up behind her head and pulled her lips towards his, kissing her so passionately that her eyes rolled back in her head. Releasing her he waited for her comment.

"You could do better" she said with a pretended unmoved look. He understood her meaning and claimed her lips once more, stroking them with his tongue, entering her mouth he caressed her tongue and played with it, leaving her breathless.

"A little weak for such a passionate soul" he couldn't help but chuckle. "You're teasing me, Angel."

"I know" she replied with her head held up high.

"Why?" he asked her sweetly.

"Because I love kissing you."

Once more he kissed her, his tongue plunging in her mouth again, this time he worshipped her mouth with it so intensely that her eyes widened in shock, her throat made little pleasured moans. And when she thought it couldn't get better his hands came up around her back and started caressing her buttocks and further down to her thighs, they burned through his robe that she was wearing.

Releasing her with both his mouth and his hands, he opened her eyes and saw her fall back against the mattress, her breathing came shallow and heavy. Forcing himself to get back his brain in function, Erik looked down at the most beautiful sight in the world.

"My, my, mademoiselle Daáe, I do believe you are speechless" he said as he lay down beside her. Her hands were resting upon her chest trying to relax the thunder in her heart. Her face was flushed and she wanted nothing more than him tearing the robe off from her.

His hands caressed her face and their lips were just about to meet again when his clock stroke eight, interrupting them.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but it's back to work." Christine was still trying to collect herself from the mind-blowing kisses. Finding strength to stand up she saw him pulling his trousers on.

"I'm sure your clothes from last night are dry, if you wait here I will get them for you."

He walked to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later dressed in his white shirt and had her clothes draped over one of his arms.

She took her clothes from him and suddenly her maidenly prudishness immediately surfaced and a slight blush started to take place on her cheeks, Erik noticed and smiled.

"I will leave you alone to dress, my dear."

As he closed the door behind him Christine exhaled without knowing when she had started to hold her breath. If he only knew the influences she received from him, no man had ever had this effect on her before. She remembered the chaste kisses from Raoul, some little amount o excitement had been there but no fire and heart throbbing passion had swallowed her wholly.

She started o remove his robe and noticed that her hands were trembling during the process. Would she ever be able to think properly after their kissing. Shaking her head, clearing her thought's she went out, dressed once more in her now dry nightgown, to meet the sunlight.

She saw Erik waiting for her downstairs, taking her hand he opened the door and led her back to the ivy-covered wall. Walking through she was greeted by all the roses, they had raindrops on their petals that glittered because of the light from the sun. She bent down in front of one of the white rosebushes and inhaled it's sweet fragrance.

Erik noticed how captivated she was by the beauty of the roses. White roses resembled her purity and virginity, pink roses reminded him of the little ballerina that she once was, red roses was the woman she was yet to become, it made him reflect back to the night when "Don Juan triumphant" had had it's premier. He had never seen her so...female, that was the right word, as she was that night.

Walking over, he bent down next to her.

"Do you like them?" he asked as he leaned closer to her, his mouth only an inch away from her ear.

"Yes, who wouldn't."

Without thinking further, Erik brought his hand out and picked one of the roses.

"Be careful" he said as he gave it to her "I don't want your pretty fingers to get any injuries from the thorns."

Christine smiled and brushed her fingers against his as she took it from him.

"I must return" she said and started to walk to the door. He followed her, she turned around to face him before she opened it.

"Thank you, for everything" she said, Erik lifted her chin up and made her look at him in the eyes before his lips once more met hers.

"I'll meet you again tonight" she whispered in his ear after they had parted.

"I'll be waiting".

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Christine opened the door quietly before she stepped in. But before she could do anything else she heard her aunts voice next to her.

"Ah there you are darling! I wondered where you had gone since I couldn't find you in your room."

"I-I-I was...just..."

"Never mind, dear, you must be famished. Come along and we'll have some tea."

"Where is uncle?" Christine asked as she sat down.

"Oh he went out for a hunt with a friend of his, personally I think it's because he doesn't want to be present when Monsieur le Vicomte returns for another one of his visits. But look at you, dearest!" Lena squealed out.

Christine looked like a question mark.

"What is it?"

"Your lips are all swollen"

Christine gasped and saw her reflection her spoon she was stirring the tea with. She turned ten shades redder than normal.

"Oh, nothing to be ashamed of, the same happened to me after my first kissing."

"What?"

"I know about you and that dashing Erik, despite the mask he's quite a dish isn't he? And you wouldn't be carrying one of his roses with you from that other garden if you hadn't been seeing each other now would you? " she chuckled, Christine's eyeballs almost popped out from their sockets, was her aunt ever going to stop surprising her?

"How?"

"Oh, darling, your father and I found him on the road when we were travelling back home from Nottingham, poor thing, he was practically on his deathbed if it hadn't been for us. You know how we can't stand to see other people suffer. Well minus that performance you had with the Vicomte the other day." She chuckled. "Erik was unconscious when we found him, I bet he hadn't been eating for days. And while he was unconscious he kept mumbling about a woman that he loved with your name and when he woke up, a few hours later after we had returned home, he immediately recognised our surname after we had introduced us."

"Really? What else did he say?" Christine asked, completely engulfed in Lena's story.

"He told me everything about you and how much he loved you and how he had taught you to sing. I must say he is a very nice man, whatever made you leave him?"

"Uhm, it's long story" her voice was a little hoarse.

"Is it true that you were engaged to the Vicomte?" Lena asked with her eyebrows raised.

"It is, but not anymore, I couldn't live the life he wanted me to live and I missed the opera so terribly."

"And, if you don't mind me asking you, what is going to happen to Erik now?"

"Oh, Lena, I love him, I've always loved him. I have been so shallow and foolish my entire life to see beyond the outside. When I left him for Raoul it felt as is a big part of myself had been left to."

Lena smiled, she could see her deceased sister in-law in her niece, so young and confused.

"Darling," she said as she placed one of her hands on Christine's knee "I can see he feels the same for you, love like this only comes once in a lifetime, I saw what happened to your father after you mother passed away, he was completely destroyed. But in the end he got you. Don't waste Erik, he's a good man. I know you have been sneaking out during the night's to see him."

Christine smiled through the tears that were starting to cloud her vision.

"Thank you, for being so understanding, Lena."

"Nothing to thank for, dearest, go to Erik and love him and be happy."

"Oh, what about Raoul then...?"

"Oh, don't worry about him" her aunt interrupted her and waved with her hands in front of her "I'll take care of him, your uncle always says that if chattering was a competitive sport, I would without a doubt be number one".

Christine laughed and proceeded with drinking her tea.