This scene takes place in a stable. Thus, in fanfiction, that makes this scene's steam an absolute requirement. Read on!

Erik didn't need to be told twice. He kissed her passionately and soon it was apparent that neither one of them wanted to stop. They had so much emotion pent up inside of them, that after all those weeks of being careful, they couldn't resist their desire any longer. Erik for one, needed the assurance that despite their challenges, Christine was going to stay. Christine needed Erik to know that despite their past, this time she wouldn't run from her feelings. They were so full of love and want that before either could realize it, they were lying down on the hay, caressing and devouring one another.

"Erik…." She moaned, as Erik left butterfly kisses down her neck. "Your touch…." She bit down on her fist to control her moaning. Then fumbled with his jacket but still managed to rid him of it. She next reached for his shirt buttons.

"I need you…. I can't stop, Christine. I have to feel your skin against mine."

"Yes, Erik... Yes!"

He felt around for her clasp and unhooked it, he then pulled the straps down off her shoulders and replaced the fabric with a hot stream of wet kisses.

"Good God, Erik…. Oh!" The dress fell to her feet.

He looked up into her eyes and they were full of hunger. He wanted to memorize that look and keep it with him forever. She wanted him. There was no denying it. He could see it with his own eyes. Years ago, he had been denied such a pleasure, for there was nothing between them but darkness, but not now. Now they had the light and Erik was determined to see his beauty in the flesh at last.

"I have to see you…."

"I want to see you too…."

He paused. "Me?"

"Of course, I do. I never saw you that night, except for your golden, beautiful, sparkling eyes." She traced his face. "I want to see all of you."

"I…."

"What is it?"

He slowly sat up on his knees and looked down at her. "I didn't think that far."

"How else would we make love?"

He looked bashful and she couldn't help but giggle.

"Ouch! Something just pricked me." She turned and pulled a loose straw from behind her.

"Let me see." He looked over to her almost bare back and placed a soft kiss to where the straw had left its red sting. "I can give you some lotion to help."

"Perhaps it's a sign that we stop for now." She motioned for him to help her sit up.

"You're probably right. Our last time wasn't in the best of places. I am determined to have you in a real bed, if there is ever a next time." He winked. "Comfort is important."

"There will be a next time." She caressed his cheek. "And we will have light."

He arched his brow. "Light?"

"I want to see what I am touching and what I am feeling, remember? Don't you?"

"Angel, you know I do but…. Christine, my body…."

"I felt the scars, Erik. I'm not afraid or worried. The texture makes me want you more."

"Now I know you're an angel." He leaned in and kissed her once more. "God, how I want you."

"So, do I. But I don't want to ruin anything by rushing things until we are really free." She played with the buttons on his shirt. She thought they were teasing her as if they were purposely playing peekaboo.

He let out a deep breath. "So, I should help you dress, my lady?" He moved to stand.

"Wait." She held on to his arm and brought it around her stomach.

"Hmm?"

"Can we…. Can we stay like this for a little while longer? Maybe let me linger over your chest?" She blushed. "I want to be able to touch some of you again. I won't lose control." She blushed.

"And what could I touch?" He growled playfully.

"Whatever you wish. I trust you." She said coyly, still amazed at how she was able to be so playful around him.

He let out a nervous laugh. "We are playing with fire." However, he still sighed and leaned back, allowing her hands to roam free, as she undid the last of his shirt buttons and removed the garment from his muscular form.

"And what if your skin gets red from laying too long on this hard hay?"

"Then you could rub it with lotion." She blushed again but didn't look away.

He swallowed hard. "As my diva commands."

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