Slight PG-13 but nothing detailed.
Christine moaned as Eric kissed her, his arms around her back and waist pulling her closer to him. She fiddled with his shirt buttons, as he guided her to the bedroom kicking the door closed.
He untied her dress slipping it off as his lips met the crook of her neck his teeth scraping it gently.
Christine let out a squeak, "that tickles."
Eric chuckled kissing the other side of her neck. His hands explored every inch of her soft skin.
Quickly she untucked his shirt tearing the buttons, she paused when the countless scars were revealed. Her fingers ran down the scar tissue kissing each mark.
She fiddled with the buttons on his trousers sliding them off.
Christine opened her eyes she was tangled up in the soft silk sheets, the winter sun peering through the window.
Christine replayed the night in her mind a smile stretched across her face it was all so perfect. She glanced around the room finding her wedding dress on the ground in a pile.
"It wasn't a dream." she sighed.
"Good morning." Eric's rich masculine voice sang in the doorway.
Christine eyed him dressed in just his trousers, his mask off and his hair ruffled. She liked his untidy appearance showing another side of him.
"Good morning." She replied sitting up holding the sheet to her chest. A smell of baked goods and tea filled the air.
He was smiling watching her with his love and passion filled eyes.
"Did you make breakfast?" She giggled pulling her curls over her shoulder.
He nodded placing the tray on the nightstand climbing into the bed, tangling himself up with her.
Laughing she reached over him grabbing a muffin. "You need to eat something." She smiled, "your way to skinny."
Eric grabbed a pinch of the muffin, "are you trying to get me fat.?" He mocked putting the treat in his mouth.
"Yes."
"Will you serve me with a apple in my mouth?" He joked kissing the ticklish spot on her neck her body spazzed as she laughed.
Finding amusement in the laughter his long thin fingers found another ticklish spot on her side.
She kicked and screamed going into a laughter spazz, "Eric!" She cried between gasps. He stopped tickling her leaning over on top of her kissing her rose colored lips.
"Your mean." She joked pretending to look mad.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Eric, what will we be doing when we have to go back?" Christine asked straightening out his hair.
"Do we have to talk about that?"
Christine glared at him raising an eyebrow, "yes, where will we live? What's our plans for the future?"
"Well." Eric sighed, "I'll buy us a home soon, maybe we'll get a dog and have a few kids."
"A dog?" Christine laughed.
Eric straddled Christine's waist kissing her, "don't all families have dogs?" He asked with a smirk.
Christine shrugged "I guess. What are your plans for the opera house?"
"We'll start a new production soon I don't know which one yet, it's been a little crazy lately."
"You could do Don Juan?" Christine mentioned.
"No"
"You only had a half of a performance,"
"And do you remember how that turned out." He stated bluntly.
Christine sighed, "true."
Eric ran his fingers up her warm silky skin lingering over her breasts.
"I love you madam Destler" he wispered.
They spent that whole day in bed only getting up for food, the sun faded into a moon lighting the room slightly providing a mysterious feeling.
"To bad we have to go home tomorrow." Christine sighed rubbing his back.
Eric grunted in reply. Tightening at the tenderness of her touch.
The next morning came far too quickly for the newlyweds, Eric cracked his eyes open to find Christine next to him her eyes open a smile on her lips.
"Good morning angel."
Eric smiled and sighed in reply stroking her messy curls while giving her a kiss.
The bed was comfortable and warm, he hesitated before his long thin legs swong over the edge as he searched for his trousers.
Christine sat up and scooted behind him hugging his waist. "Must we get up now?" She asked rubing his bare chest.
"No, but I'm hungry." He stated with a smile.
"Get me something." Christine ordered as he found his cloths.
Eric nodded walking towards the door.
Eric searched around the kitchen finding some bread and eggs.
The food was almost prepared when he heard the thunder of horses hooves. He peaked through the window curtain recognizing the stage manager. Growling he opened the door.
"Sam, what's going on?" Eric asked when the horse came to a stop, getting a bad feeling.
"There has been an accident." The man said jumping off the horse.
Eric let the man into the cabin. "The house caught on fire, they're gone." Man told Eric in a panic.
"Who's gone?!"
"The Smiths, the madam died, William is badly injured he's not going to make it."
Eric sucked in some air chewing in his lip. Meanwhile Christine walked in overhearing.
"Is Rosa alright?" Christine asked panicked.
The stage hand nodded his face pale.
"The de Chagny's have her with them."
Eric sat in shock not even reacting to the de Chagny's name, how could they be gone? Aside from Christine and Rosa they were the closest thing to family he had.
"We should go." Christine stated her voice worried.
Eric nodded his face blank.
Christine hurried into the next room to get dressed. Eric continued to sit blankly his eyes far and wondering.
The stagehand harnessed up the team for the Destler's.
Oh boy, only two more chapters to go.