Christine dans Deux
An Alternate Multiverse - A Phantom of the Opera Story
Nyasia A. Maire
© 2006
DISCLAIMER: See Chapter One
Chapter Fifty-One – The Wedding Gift
I do not know where this dream came from, nor do I know what it means. It has however, made me realize something about the love I have shared with Erik. An incompleteness in what I had thought was the complete joining of our souls. Erik has shared all with me. He laid the story of his entire life before me. He hid nothing. He gave me all of his memories and let me feel everything he has. I have given Erik everything and yet I now realize I let him know nothing of my feelings. He saw, but could not know my joys or sorrow. I had (I'm not sure, but I think it was simply my unconscious effort to protect him) shut him out. I close my eyes and breathe. Just breathe. I am frightened at the thought of unlocking that door in my mind, but I must.
Erik's head still lies cradled on my chest. I begin to caress his ear running my forefinger up, down, in, out and around. I know this excites him and soon I feel the first stirring of his return to wakefulness. I run my fingers up and down his neck and then move to his back. I massage his shoulders and he growls with pleasure. His mouth takes my nipple into his mouth and he begins to run his tongue around the tip. His hands caress me. Silently, we fondle and caress one another until our bodies become taut with desire. He turns his body to face mine, his arousal bouncing against my thigh. I sigh and reach done to guide him into me. He plunges into me with a suddenness that draws a gasp from me. His hips bump my pelvis and he breathes words of love into my ear. Our excitement grows and we draw close to the moment of our release. I hang back at the moment just before climax and whisper into Erik's mind.
"This is my wedding gift to you, my dearest husband. I give myself to you completely with no barriers, no lies, no hidden truths. This is who I am and how I feel and think. I promise for the rest of my life to love you. I will never tire of you or want another. There can be no other for me. I see only you. I love only you. Erik, this is last bit of me that remains unshared. Do you wish me to give it to you?"
I can feel his surprise, but his answer is certain and swift.
"Yes!"
"Erik, here I am."
I open the hidden door in my mind. And as I slide over the edge and my body plunges into my blazing release, I share all of my life and along with all of my feelings with Erik for the first time. I allow Erik to see all of me. To feel everything I have felt. To know me by completely opening to him. I give him all, even my fear that he may not want what I give him. I give and share until there is nothing left.
"Erik, this is all that I am and I am yours to do with as you will."
And as I bare the last bit of me, my eyes open to see Erik's face above mine. Words become unnecessary. He knows and loves me anyway. Just as I know and love him.
His body is still hard and still inside me. His eyes twinkle as he resumes his thrust in and then out of me. From the very first our lovemaking has been exquisite in its intensity. Now, with no barriers between us we feel the excitement and pleasure of both our bodies. I feel all of my love for Erik and he feels all of my love for him. Erik experiences our lovemaking as himself and at the same time, as me. Our sharing complete. There is no doubt, no fear. No insecurities survive this joining. This joining an absolute.
For the first time we come as one. Two bodies, one orgasm.
We lie there our bodies entwined and minds joined.
In our mind, I dance for the pure joy of it. He knows ME and still he loves ME! I didn't horrify him. He loves me.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and he is there. So, handsome and graceful.
"May I join with you in this dance, my beloved wife? We have much to celebrate. For at last, I know you and know you know me. AND, you still love ME!"
He leads me in our dance. We laugh for no reason and the sound of our laughter is a cosmic duet of viola and French horn.
We dance through a nighttime sky of our own creation. We laugh and cry. We brush our insecurities from one another and they fall away to become shooting stars. We watch them as they jet across the sky burning away into nothingness.
I am Christine still and yet he is here with me. His presence is constant and comforting. I feel protected, safe and loved. We still own our thoughts and feelings. We are after all, two beings. There is no judgment here. There is no need to hide.
My dearest husband sings to me.
"I have brought you,
to the seat of sweet music's throne.
To this kingdom where all must,
pay homage to music.
Music, you have come here,
for one purpose and one alone.
Since the moment,
I first heard you sing,
I have needed you with me,
to serve me, to sing,
for my music,
my music.
Nighttime sharpens,
heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs,
and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses,
Abandon their defenses.
Slowly, gently,
Night unfurls its splendor.
Grasp it, sense it,
Tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away,
from the garish light of day.
Turn your thoughts away,
from cold, unfeeling light.
And listen to,
the music of the night.
Close your eyes and surrender,
to your darkest dreams.
Purge your thoughts of the life,
you knew before.
Close your eyes
let your spirit start,
to soar.
And you'll live,
as you've never lived before.
Softly, deftly,
music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it,
secretly possess you.
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness that you know,
you cannot fight,
the darkness of,
the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey,
through a strange new world.
Leave all thoughts of the life,
you knew before.
Let your soul take you,
where you long to be.
Only then can you belong,
to me.
Floating, falling,
Sweet intoxication.
Touch me, trust me,
Savor each sensation.
Let the dream begin,
Let your darker side give in,
to the power of the music that I write.
The power of,
the music of the night.
You alone can make my song take flight.
Help me make,
the music of the,
Night."
Erik's voice is the most beautiful and powerfully erotic instrument I have ever heard in my life. As he sings to me, I fall in love with him all over again.
A lurch interrupts our dance of lovemaking as our car couples with the Paris train. We open our eyes and find it is day.
"We must, unfortunately, leave our bed and prepare for our arrival in Paris. I hope that our wedding night was all you hoped it would be. I know I could never have imagined a better one, my beloved wife."
"It was all I hoped for and more, my dearest husband. Much more."
We smile into one another's eyes. He lifts my hand to his lips and places a kiss upon the back of it.
"God, Erik! I love you! I want you!"
I throw myself on him and passionately kiss his lips. He returns my kiss, but I feel the end of the night in his kiss.