Hey! Sorry if it took me so long...but I have a new project on the way...so...my head had been busy somewhere else! lol In that chapter, you learn a little more about my taste in music. I guess my taste in men were already obvious so I didn't pointed it before:Þ

Enjoy!

Kaya

Chapter 15

Celtic Woman

When I woke up, it was to be greeted with a passionate kiss and...a bowl of soup. It smelled so good, but not as good as the crook of Erik's neck. Well, it wasn't something that could be compared but if I had to chose between the two, it would be my Erik.

We sat together in the bed, having lunch but Erik told me that it was now close to dinner. So, he thought that we could attend a representation. He also told me that I could chose whatever I wanted to see. I felt more like watching a movie then attend a play or an opera. Though, I decided to make a compromise. I wanted to watch Celtic Woman. It was a music show, with five women who was raised in the Celtic musical tradition. Four of them were soloist and the fifth one was violinist. They were terrific and I always enjoyed watching the show.

-Close your eyes my love. Erik murmured

-Why? I frowned

All he did was smile at me. Ohhh... How was I suppose to resist with him smiling like that? So I closed my eyes and felt his hands coming each side of my head, his thumbs brushing against my eyelids. It last for only a minute, but I was under the impression that it had been longer then just sixty seconds.

He gently let go of me and blew softly on my still closed eyes. I could not help but smile under the strange sensation that it brought me. But when I tried to put a finger on what it felt like, it was already gone.

Erik kissed my lips and finally gave me permission to open my eyes. I gasped when I saw that our bedroom had disappeared, to be replaced by the theatre from the Opera Populaire. We were sitting in Box five and when I looked down at myself, I realised I wasn't naked anymore but had the most beautiful dress I had ever worn. It was red silk with golden trim and laces. I turned my head to the right and Erik was grinning at me.

Leaning down, my beloved angel kissed me again, making it linger in a gentle yet passionate kiss. We stared at each other for a while, then we heard an orchestra tuning their instruments. I was surprised to realise that we were not alone anymore in the theatre.

The red curtain of the stage raised as the music started. There they were, the five women from the show I had in mind. I looked at Erik and he only smiled back at me. It started with an instrumental piece, a traditional song from Ireland I think; Last Rose of summer.

When Chloë Agnew appeared and start singing; Walking in the air, I knew I wasn't dreaming, well…not entirely at least. There was two songs I was anxious to hear, my two favourites that I tried to learn, even if they were in Gaelic. Siùil A Rùn, meaning 'Walk my love' from what I had understood and Harry's Game, both sang by Orla Fallon. That one always brought tears to my eyes and now that I would hear it live, I guess it would be even worst.

I laughed when I realised that Erik had skipped the songs I didn't really liked. By the end of the show, I had become very emotional and almost forgot that all of this was an illusion and that those women weren't really on stage. But it did not mattered the slightest. I was happy and Erik was making me even more happy.

When it was time to go back to the Lair, which I could now call; our home, Erik scooped me up in his arms and brought me back underground like a bag of potato. I told him I could walk, that I wasn't that tired, even if I was a little, but I was too proud to admit it. He assured me that it did not bother him to be my transport. As long as I was in his arms, he said he was happy. Awwww. That man...hmmm...angel...had a way with words to make me shut up when he wanted it. Bah, didn't really matter any way, I loved him, so...