Christine dans Deux

An Alternate Multiverse - A Phantom of the Opera Story

Nyasia A. Maire

© 2006

DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One
Chapter Twenty-Three – Soon, Dearest, Soon

I wait until her breathing slows and know she is asleep before I close my eyes. I walk through my mind to the spot where our souls meet. For someone who had considered himself thoroughly used to being alone, I was amazed at the depth of my need for my beloved. To put it simply, I miss her. I gaze towards the joining spot of our soul and decide to make an attempt to speak with my Christine. When I last came to this spot there had been a huge dark stone wall and shadows. Now, while the stone wall is gone, the doorway to her portion of our soul remains heavily cloaked in deep shadow. The shadows frighten me. Me! The Trapdoor Lover! Taking a mental step forward, I enter the shadows and immediately feel her presence all about me. The shadow is not something blocking her from me! It is Christine's indomitable spirit overflowing the joining space of our soul. I breathe deep of the shadows and find the reason for the darkness of her invading spirit is her fear for her daughter. In a feat only possible within the confines of our soul, I attempt to inhale her spirit and lend it comfort. I find as much comfort as I give and while no words are spoken between us. She takes the sorrow we both feel and transforms it into hope. Something I have done has already strengthened her hold on reality. She is no longer fading and I feel Trystin is no longer immediately in danger.

"Soon … my dearest … soon."

Her voice fills my mind.

"Soon … together … soon."

Her words bring a joy to me so absolute that I physically shudder in response to the ecstasy of it. The shadows begin to wind about my presence, caressing me, arousing me and the shadow takes my beloved's shape. I find we have both created mental images of ourselves and I am hard, ready to take her. I gather her to me and rain kisses along the length of her wondrous neck. My mouth needs hers and when our lips meet, her body of shadow is transformed into one of radiance. Our bodies joined at the lips are poised to give and accept one another and join in a second hotter and wetter place. As is her custom, she lowers her hand and grasps me. She prolongs the moment of entry as she gently squeezes me, teasing me harder. Our mouths continue to drink of one another and moaning, I begin to thrust myself into the curl of her fist. Around the joining of our lips, I feel her mouth curl into a smile. She too can wait no longer and the teasing hand guides me to the opening of her lower lips. These lips too a full, dark red and wet. I enter her and know that I no longer exist as simply "Erik." I am now we. We thrust and arch, give and take, offer and accept and she is I and I am she, we are we. The strain of our separation, my fear and desperation are cast off and the brilliance of her light burns them to nothingness. The rhythm of our joining changes, as we approach our climax. Our speed increases. She opens to me and I enter her deepest recesses completely and utterly. One last time, I withdraw and with a final plunge my body is released within her. I feel her involuntary flexing of muscles and that wrings another spasm of seed from me. Our hands join and we kiss as we remain joined below with legs wrapped about one another. I/We groan as she suddenly suckles my tongue. I feel myself twitch within her. And yet, again we race inexorably towards the heavens and bliss. We fall into one another again and again. I/We are delirious with need, desire and hunger of one another. Insatiable and at the same time sated, when I feel the touch of a cool hand on the burning skin of my arm.

My eyes open. The Vicomtessa Christine leans over me and is gently shaking my arm.

"Erik, are you all right?"

A moan involuntarily escapes my lips as my unseeing eyes open and in the private place of our soul I feel myself slip from my beloved's body. Within that place we share, I hear her moan echoing mine and then as my consciousness begins its return to the world, I hear, "I love you always, Erik."

My mind pauses a moment and I return the thought, "And, I love you for all eternity, Christine."

I feel her mind caress mine in a gentle kiss and then I am awake. My eyes open, yet unseeing, flutter and the world about me comes into focus.