Christine dans Deux
An Alternate Multiverse - A Phantom of the Opera Story
Nyasia A. Maire
© 2006
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One
Chapter Forty-Seven – Rennes to Le Mans
Another surprise awaits me outside the church. The cab driver has returned and is waiting with the door to his cab open. He holds out a hand to me and steadies me as I enter the cab. I gasp at the sight and smell. The inside of the cab has a layer of red rose petals covering every surface. I take my seat and my husband enters the cab and takes his place next to me.
"Erik! This is wonderful! I love the rose petals! You, sir," I shake my head I have no words, "thank you for this unexpected event. I cannot think of a way our wedding could have been more perfect. I love you."
"And, I love you."
Our arms slide around one another and our lips touch softly at first. As always, the fires of our passion grow rapidly and we soon begin to lose control.
Our timely arrival at the train station saves us from making a spectacle of ourselves.
The driver (bless him!) knocks on the cab's door allowing us a moment to gather our wits and set our clothing to rights.
We alight from the cab and Erik throws the driver another pouch. He catches it and he expresses his gratitude with a bow.
Before us is the station. We climb the steps and enter the building. After consulting the schedule, Erik (my husband!) purchases two tickets to Paris with a layover in Le Mans. Then a trip to the telegraph office where he makes arrangements for our arrival in Paris the next day. Then we board our train. Erik takes the conductor aside and after another of his quiet conversations, the conductor leads us to a luxurious suite of compartments. At the door, Erik scoops me up into his arms and carries me over the threshold of our suite. We have our own private salon with dining table, a private bath and a small bedroom (with a bed!)
Erik places an order for our dinner and at last we are alone!
Suddenly, I feel overwhelmed by all of the recent events that have happened to me. I feel unsure of myself. This man is my husband. I know him better than any person I have ever known and yet we met not that many days ago. And then my eye catches sight of him and the uncertainty flies from me. The inferno of our ardor burns bright in both our eyes. His love for me fills my entire being. And I know my love for him is just as powerful. To live without this man, I simply exist. Nothing more. To live with this man, I am alive. I smile at him.
"What?" He inquires as he slowly walks to me. "Is there something I can do for my good lady wife?"
"My husband, you have done it already."
"And just what have I done?"
As I watch the movement of his body as he walks towards me, I feel suddenly almost faint with my desire for him. I blink and again I marvel at his quickness for he is now standing before me.
"You found me."
"Oh, ma chére cœur! Our first argument! I must beg to differ with you Madame! We found each other!"
"Sir, I will not argue this point on my wedding night. Especially since I will concede that might be a possibility. However, I do have a request of you."
"Yes. Go on."
He seems to be circling me, stalking me without moving. I burn for him!
"Husband, will you help me prepare for bed?"
My question catches him completely off-guard and it takes a moment for him to answer.
"It would be an honor to assist you, my beloved. It will also be our pleasure." A wicked smile spreads across his face.
"Our pleasure? My husband, you must show me this pleasure of which you speak." I return his smile.
His hand takes hold of my waist and he begins to draw me close.
The knock on the door makes both of us jump.
We laugh sheepishly.
"Dinner is served. I ordered Champagne. Will you have a glass with me, please?"
"Oh, Erik. Of course I will toast our marriage! I simply do not wish to become tipsy. I want to remember every moment of this night. Also, dearest I am not certain why, but I find that I do not have much of an appetite… for food. And yet, I hunger." I raise an eyebrow and smile wickedly.
Again, there is a knock at the door.
He returns the smile and sighs.
My husband answers the door and a steward wheels a cart into the salon. The man quickly and quietly sets up the meal. Erik tips him generously and closes the door behind him. He twists the lock on the door. I hear his voice within my mind, "Now, my beloved wife, we are alone."
Aloud, he says, "Now, where were we? Ah, yes. I believe you made a request of me."
I feel hypnotized by the slow cat-like movement of his body as he moves towards me. I lose myself in his eyes and my body entranced by his smile.
His hand reaches out to me. His hand closes around my waist. His hand pulls my body to his. His hand presses me so close to his body I can feel the wild beating of his heart through his clothing. His hand turns me around. His hand releases my waist. His hand moves from behind me. His hand reaches up to the ties of my cloak. His hand brushes my breast as he pulls the ties undone. His hand gently slides the cloak from my shoulders. His hand tosses my cloak onto a nearby chair. His hand grasps my blouse and pulls it free of my pants. His hand drops to my waist and unbuttons my pants. His hand releases its grip on my pants and they fall to the floor. His hand takes hold of my blouse and slowly removes it over my head. His hand drops my blouse to the floor. His hand slides down my leg and one at a time, pulls the boots and stockings from my feet.
A chill moves across my body causing goose bumps to sweep across my exposed skin and releases me from my trance.
I blink in surprise. I am clad only in my corset and panties.
"Why sir! I believe that one of us has way too many clothes on."
He grins.
"Would my wife care to assist me with my preparations for bed?"
"Yes, I would love to help you, but first, may we finish with my preparations?"
"I apologize, my beloved. You appear ready to me."
"Aren't you amusing? Before I can properly attend to you, we must remove this beastly corset. Then you can dress me. I have something in my bag you may enjoy. Please, would you undo this thing for me? I know you did it once before."
I am both surprised and pleased to see that he actually blushes at the memory.
"Well, I couldn't very well leave you in that now, could I? What sort of gentleman would that make me?"
"Sir, I am uncertain what type of gentleman undresses an unconscious woman, but I do know what kind of a man I want you to be!"
I turn so he may free me from the bonds of the corset. He fumbles only once, otherwise he acquits himself admirably. My corset falls to the floor. I stand before him clad only in my white cotton panties. I feel his eyes moving over my body. After gazing at him for a moment, I turn and walk to my saddle bag, which lies on a small table near the bed. Opening the bag, I rummage about for a moment and pull from it a nightie. I had purchased it at the same time as Trystin and Erik (unbeknownst to me) were purchasing my engagement ring. The baby doll nightie is made of smooth, black silk with a spaghetti halter strap rising from the center of the bandeau top. The bandeau is made of completely sheer black lace. There is a matching panty, but I don't think I'm going to use it tonight. I hook the nighties' halter strap through my finger and toss the nightie over my shoulder. I feel the heat of Erik's eyes grow as he continues to watch me and I pretend he isn't there. I move to the mirror, raise my arms above my head and pull the nightie on over my head. I let the nightie slowly slip down my body and as the bottom reaches my hips, I hear a sharp intake of breath as I wiggle my hips and shoulders to allow it to fall into place. Raising the hem of the nightie, I hook my thumbs inside the waist of my panties and in one swift movement slide them down to the floor. I step out of them and kick them aside. Erik's breathing is becoming louder now, harsher, but I still continue to act as if he is not there. I return my gaze to the mirror and remove the pins from my hair and shake it free. I brush my hair. Suddenly, he is behind me. I watch him in the mirror as he takes the brush from my hands and finishes brushing my hair. He tosses the brush onto the table and swiftly lifts me up into his arms. He carries me across the salon to the table and places me in a chair. He opens the champagne and pours us each a glass. He hands one to me.
"My dearest wife! Let us toast our marriage. À l'amour!"
He takes a seat in the arm chair next to me.
"À l'amour!" I return his toast as we clink our glasses. I take a sip of the golden liquid.
"Hmm! This is actually quite good. Thank you, dearest!"
We drink in comfortable silence, just looking at each other and smiling.
At last, I set my glass down, rise from my chair and go kneel on the floor before my husband. I place my hands on his thighs and run my hands up and down feeling the strength of them. I draw my hands over his knees and down to the tops of his boots. One at a time, I remove his boots. I lean onto his lap and lightly push him back in the chair with the top of my head.
He groans.
I slither up from the floor onto his lap. My hands slip inside his jacket and I run my hands up and over his shoulders and his jacket slides halfway down his back. His arms are pinned to his sides by the half-removed jacket. My hands open his shirt and they slip inside to massage and caress whatever they might encounter. I nuzzle my head up his chest and my mouth finds its way to his neck. I kiss and nip at each side of his neck.
"Christine!" His voice has become deep and husky with desire. I feel his desire straining for release, so I slide from his lap onto the floor.
My hands find their way to his trousers. I undo them. My hands caress Erik's bottom, encouraging him to lift up so I can work his trousers down and free of his body. His undergarment swiftly follows his trousers. I direct my immediate attention to his lap. I bend and take what I can of him into my mouth, the rest I hold in my clenched hands. My head rises and falls and my hands follow suit. Erik groans more and more loudly. His hips thrust up into the downward stroke of my mouth. His groans are now cries of pleasure. I feel his body tense. He thrusts hard and I relax my throat muscles, which allows him the deepest access. In response to this unexpected depth, his body finds its release. I greedily drink of him until there is no more. He whispers for me to stop. That he can take no more, but I find I cannot stop myself. And when I suckle him again, we fall into the abyss of mindless bliss together.
Eventually, we come back to ourselves. We are spooned tightly together. As I am sheltered within Erik's embrace, I am not as cold as Erik is. Sometime during our mindless bliss, we removed Erik's shirt and jacket as well as my nightie. We are two naked adults lying curled together on the floor.
Erik begins to kiss my neck, but stops. He picks me up and carries me next to the bed. He sets me down on my feet. He throws back the blankets, lifts me up and sets me onto the bed. He joins me on the bed. I reach down and pull up the blankets.
My mind is whirling with joy and desire for him. He laughs and pulls me to him. He rains kisses on my face, neck, shoulders, breasts and then returns to find my lips. Our open mouths explore, as do our hands. When his hand slides between my legs, I part them for him. His fingers explore me. His talented fingers discover the little nub, which he begins to massage with gentle circles. He massages me there occasionally slipping a finger inside me. I am the one groaning now. As his fingers quicken their pace so do my groans. Then my groans become soft cries of pleasure. My hips rise and fall as I meet his thrusts. And then, suddenly, I cry out as I fall over the edge into my pleasure. My back arches. When he slides two fingers inside, I scream his name as the force of my orgasm takes me. My legs clamp down around Erik's hand trapping him there. My body pulses and throbs as multiple waves of pleasure take me and leave me gasping for air.
When at last I catch my breath, I see the hard proof that my husband is ready to consummate our marriage. We kiss and fondle one another until we can take no more. My husband rolls atop me and as he enters me, we become truly one.