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"I'm sorry, Christine. Come," he pulled on her hand lightly and led her back inside the cabin. The door shut with an air of finality. 'Past the point of no return,' Christine thought as she looked up into the dark face of her angel.

When the two of them were inside, Erik leant down and kissed Christine's lips softly. Christine responded to the kiss, her eyes closing, and her lips moving with their own accord. Her hands crept up the Phantom's chest, pushing his cloak down his shoulders. Erik broke the kiss to remove his cloak fully, pulling off his elegant leather gloves as well, and placing them on the arm of the sofa. The fire gave a warm, cosy glow to the cabin, but the heat couldn't suppress the shivers that ran down Christine's body from the Phantom's touch.

Their lips met again with more passion this time, as their need for each other grew. Erik's shirt was quickly removed as Christine ran her hands down his strong chest, staring in awe at the expanse of pale skin, broken only by a light smattering of dark hair. She smiled, devilishly, up at him before taking a soft nipple into her mouth and biting it gently. The puckering of skin and sharp intake of breath informed her that her movements had had the desired effect.

Erik grew impatient with the restrictions of their clothing, his cock now painfully hard and straining against his tight trousers. He spun Christine around in his arms and his slender fingers began to undo the laces of her corset. His fingers, being used to the fast playing of the piano, made quick work of the corset and soon Christine stood before him in just her chemise. His eyes raked down her body, "My, my Christine, you have turned into quite the little lady," he said, smirking as he captured her lips in another searing kiss. Christine pulled back from the kiss and smiled seductively, "Oh I'm not a little lady anymore, Erik…." She stepped away and pulled at his hand, leading him towards the small bedroom.

Once inside, she lit two gas lamps before turning back to her angel. She placed her hands on either side of his face, then gently moved to take his mask off. Erik grabbed her wrists to stop her, anger and worry flaring in his eyes. "Don't take it off, Christine. I…I don't want to see anymore useless pity," he said, his voice cold, as he looked into her eyes.

She merely smiled and kissed his lips, "You don't have to hide from me. I won't run this time." She removed his mask, all the while staring into his grey eyes, the same soft smile on her face. "You see, it means nothing to me. You are who you are, with or without your scars." He looked at her sceptically, obviously not believing what she said, even though he could see the truth in her eyes.

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed all over the scarred part of his face, willing her kisses to heal the wounds which ran so deep. The Phantom relaxed into her kisses and closed his eyes, pulling Christine into a tight embrace. She snuggled into his neck, once again breathing in his intoxicating scent.

He let her go but held onto her face with his hands, "Thank you for that. It's just hard to let go…" he murmured, his voice soft and pained. Christine smiled and placed her hands over his, "I know, Erik, believe me I know."

Their lips met again, the two of them pouring their feelings into the single motion. The kiss left Christine gasping, the lack of oxygen making her head spin. Erik smirked and pushed her gently back onto the bed, covering her body with his. Christine gasped as she felt a hand cup her breast, a thumb running across her nipple causing the nub to harden. Christine kissed his neck, biting and sucking on the skin and leaving a red heart-shaped mark. Erik moaned and moved down her body, pushing her chemise up and over her arms. He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking out and stroking the hard flesh, causing another gasp to escape Christine's lips. Christine's hands ran down Erik's chest, reaching the top of his trousers. She smirked and undid the belt, her hand slipping inside and stroking his hard cock. Erik moaned and began to kiss and nip at her collarbone, as Christine ran her hand up and down his shaft.

Christine stopped and pushed his trousers off completely, Erik assisting her. They paused for a moment, admiring each other's bodies with their eyes. A blush crept onto Christine's face as she looked at his now very hard cock. Erik smirked and leant forward, rubbing his cock along her thigh and causing Christine to moan. "Touch me…I want you to feel me," he breathed in her ear, licking her earlobe.

Christine gasped at the crudeness in his words but smiled and obeyed his orders, her hand once again wrapping around his member. Erik sucked in a breath, his eyes closing, as she moved her hand up and down, slowly at first, then gaining speed. "God Christine.. Don't stop…" he moaned, kissing her neck. He ground his hips into hers as she continued to fist him, an almost angelic smile on her face. Christine could tell that he was close to his climax so she stopped, earning a whimper from the Phantom. She smirked and kissed his cheek, "I want you to be inside of me when you cum," she breathed, her voice thick with lust and passion.

Erik moaned and kissed her solidly on the lips, "Your wish is my command," he said, smirking. He shifted his body slightly and smiled, kissing her again. Christine moved also, opening her legs and wrapping one around him as he began to gently push inside of her. He moved slowly, erotically, into her until he fully inside. He then pulled back, and repeated the action, causing Christine to moan and gasp. He was toying with her, just like she had done to him moments earlier. "Christ, Erik…" she breathed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him closer, wanting every single inch of their bodies to be touching.

Erik began to move faster and harder, pulling her legs around him to get a deeper penetration. He moaned and gasped with her as beads of sweat began to form on their foreheads. Christine kissed his neck and shoulder as he moved inside of her. "Harder… Faster…" she moaned against his neck, as her dream slowly began to come true.

Erik thrust into her again and Christine called out his name as she reached her climax. As her walls tightened around his cock, Erik joined her, letting out a guttural cry as he came deep inside of her. He collapsed onto her, a jumble of sweaty arms and limbs, both their chests rising and falling heavily. Once he had regained his breath, Erik rolled off her and lay beside her, their two bodies slotting together like a jigsaw puzzle.

"I've dreamt about this for so long," Christine whispered, her voice slow with fatigue.

"Of what?" Erik asked, tightening his hold around her waist.

"Just us, being together, making love, holding each other. Nearly every night for 10 years, can you believe it?"

Erik's eyes widened, 'She really did think of me,' he thought, smiling and kissing her shoulder. "Yes I can…because I've had the same dreams."

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The sun was beginning to set when Christine opened her tired eyes. She blinked a few times then sighed happily as the memories of the day came back to her, and rolled over, only to realise that he was no longer there. She frowned and sat up, but smiled as the soft sound of a song came floating through the door. She stood up and wrapped a gown around her, before walking up to her angel by the piano. She stayed silent as Erik's nimble fingers danced across the ivory keys, closing her eyes as she let the music possess her like it had done in the past.

"That was beautiful," she breathed as the last note rang out. She leant forward and kissed his cheek.

"I wrote it just after the fire," the Phantom replied, turning around on the stool to face her. He pulled her down so that she was straddling him and kissed her softly.

Christine pulled back somewhat reluctantly and stroked his cheek, "I have to go, Erik…Raoul will be back soon…" Her voice was quiet and her eyes displayed her fear. 'What if he leaves me again? I can't leave Raoul, but I can't leave Erik either,' she thought, her forehead creasing into a worried frown.

The Phantom's eyes hardened, turning steel grey, "I see. Well I'd better not keep you from your husband," he sneered, as he gently but firmly pushed her off of him and stood up, grabbing his cloak, gloves and mask.

"Erik I'm sorry but I can't just leave him! Please…Please promise me you will be here tomorrow…Please? You can stay here if you like…" she said, tears forming in her eyes at the thought of her angel leaving her again.

Erik ran a tired hand through his dark hair and sighed, he hated seeing Christine upset. "Fine, I promise. And thank you, but I already have a cottage in the local town." He smiled tightly but kissed her cheek. "Until next time," he said, as he quickly strode out of the cabin and mounted his horse. Christine watched as he slowly disappeared into the darkness of the trees, his black horse and cloak camouflaging him.

When she had freshened up, she locked the cabin and rode home, her mind returning to a few hours previous. She could hardly believe that her dream had become reality and yet, she had the marks to prove it. 'What if Raoul sees?' the thought suddenly flickered into her mind, but she hoped that he would be too tired to want to do anything tonight.

She made it back with only a few minutes to spare and had just sat down at the large oak table when Raoul entered, looking pale and tired from his day at work. She smiled, perhaps too brightly, at him and stood up, "Good evening. Hard day at work?" Raoul nodded and sighed, "Things aren't going too well at the Opera House but I'm hoping that they will right themselves soon." He noticed her rather flushed and dreamy expression and frowned, "Something wrong, my dear?"

"What? Oh…no…Nothing, don't worry," she said, smiling again. Raoul let it drop and they proceeded to eat, making small talk about each other's days.

Raoul retired to his study and Christine headed for an early night, using the excuse of a bad headache. She stared up at the elegant ceiling in their bedroom and sighed. For how long would she have to make excuses for her blushes and her tiredness? She knew that she would want to see the Phantom again, this definitely wasn't going to be a one time fling. She needed him, she craved his scent, the texture of his skin, the feeling of him inside of her. She let out a moan at her thoughts then shook herself, 'I mustn't let myself day dream like this, Raoul will know something is wrong sooner or later,' she thought. She closed her eyes and willed sleep to come, hoping that tomorrow, when Raoul had left, she would once again be able to see her angel.

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