PrimaDonnaKate: Well I wanted something that would be less obvious then her just attacking him. She wants to make him uncomfortable and there ya go! Perfecto.

thePhantom'sEvenstar: Is that on MSN? Coolie then we could chat about our stories and help each other out with writing them. For the past few days I have been writing these little updates everyday and its because of my wonderful reviewers. I love you all. If you want to reach me my email adress is either or you can reach me at Yes he cares about her and does not want to do anything that would sully her image. Of course he wants her and all that, but the thought of the consequences kills that want at times.

GerrysJackie: I LOVE your fanfic. I am so honoured that you have read this story. I love the way you wrote The Dawn through the Night, that was one of the first Phantom of the Opera fanfics I read and I was blown away. I loved the way you were able to portray their relationship and you inspired me to write my own fanfic :D I hope you continue reading!

Erik opened his eyes the next morning as sunlight came pouring through his windows. He groaned, the sunlight was something he would never be used to. He walked over to the windows and closed the curtains, making the room dark once more. He fell back onto his bed, motionless on his black silk sheets. He couldn't help but smile when he thought of Christine, sleeping in the next room...so close. He felt so weak when she was around. His nerves were always on end and it took all he had to not ravish her. He knew that what she had done in the dining room was to make him uncomfortable. That made him angry. If she wanted to continue playing these games, he could play them too. With he a smile he got up from his bed and walked into his bedroom to get ready for the day that was ahead of him.

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Christine sighed as she stepped out of the tub, although her hair was beautiful it took forever to dry and took even longer to make presentable. She ran across the hall and back into her room, but not before Erik had opened his bedroom doors to see a half naked Christine run by. "Bloody hell" he muttered under his breath, yet another mistake he made. He should not have put her bathroom across the hall.

Christine got dressed and pinned her hair up. She then walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where Erik was once again preparing breakfast. She walked up to him and kissed him and the cheek, "Good morning." She said with a smile.

"Good morning Christine." He said and smile back, which was enough to make Christine's heart skip a beat. He seemed to be a in a wonderful mood. Christine raised an eyebrow and said,"Well you seem to be in an excellent mood."

His only reply was yet another breath taking smile. Christine rolled her eyes and helped him carry breakfast into the living room. It was a bit cold out and they decided it would be best to dine in doors. Today Erik decided to sit down next to Christine, and did his best to make her as uncomfortable as possible. This was easily achieved since all he had to do was stare at her and she would flush.

"Erik, isn't it a bit early to be drinking." He said, looking at him.

"Drinking? I do not drink this early in the day my dear." He replied.

"Then explain your behavior. It's as if you are a different person." She said.

"Well my dear, it's just that you are so beautiful I simply cannot take my eyes from you." He said, and trailed a long finger down her cheek and then down her neck. He could feel her shiver with pleasure and drew back from her. She stood up and grabbed their dishes and left the room. Erik followed her into the kitchen and watched her place the dishes in the sink.

"What is wrong Christine." He asked, feigning innocence.

She looked at him with disbelief but then she herself smiled. She realized what he was doing and she was not one to go down with out a fight. She walked over to him wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against hi.

"Nothing darling." She said and pressed a kiss to his neck. He immediatly tensed, she kissed a trail back up to the corner of his mouth and felt him begin to relax. He wrapped his arms around her and she smiled. She kissed him felt him stroke her lips with her tongue. She allowed him to push past her lips and lightly traced her fingernails up and down his chest. She heard him groan as he pulled her closer. She then suddenly pulled back and said,"My look at the time. I am sure there are more productive things we could do with the time. After all I'm sure you had a hard night." She said with a smile and walked back over to the sink.

She began to wash them and then felt hands on her shoulders and she was spun around to face a rather upset Erik. "Your games are not amusing Christine." He growled.

"What games Erik. I am only trying to wash your dishes." She said innocently. He released her and stalked from the room. Christine turned around and with a big smiled continued to do the dishes. When she was done she walked into the library and saw Erik sitting on an armchair pretending to be so involved with his book that he did not notice her. She sighed and began to look through the many bookshelves for a book that might get her attention off of Erik. When she did not find anything to her interest on the lower level she began to walk up a set of stairs that would lead her to the upper levels. She saw Erik look at her uneasily as if her were about to say something, but then he looked back down at his book.

Christine was shocked to discover in the upper section of the library some books that would make any one blush. She looked down at Erik and when she saw he was paying more attention to his book then her she pulled some of the books from their shelf. Make your fantasies reality, 101 ways to seduce, Erotic foreplay, Ten ways to leave them begging for more...Christine stared down at these books. Well, for being so uncomfortable about being close to Christine her sure did seem to be well read on the subject. She slid the books back into their proper places and decided not to look at those or any other books of the sort...for now.

She walked back down to where Erik was sitting and cleared her throat, making him look up at her. When he did, she took the book from his hands and placed it on a little next to his chair. She sat down on the arm of his chair and looked down at him. "While I was looking through you collection of books I happened to stumble upon a very interesting find." She said.

"Oh really?" He said, doing his best to remain indifferent.

"Yes. In fact I know believe that you would be an excellent lover." She said with a shy smile.

He scoffed and looked up at her. "Oh please Christine. A book cannot make anyone more adept at anything."

"How would you know that what I say is not true." She asked.

He looked at her, not knowing how to react. How could it be that his once quite and innocent Christine was now talking to him about whether or not he would be a good lover.

"Christine, I have not had the experience to find out." He said, avoiding her gaze.

"Too bad there isn't any one who is just longing for your touch." She said gently running her hand down his chest.

He grabbed her wrist. "Christine, honestly. You need to control yourself. We cannot continue playing such games." He said.

"And why not?" She asked, standing once more.

"Most imporantly because we are not married." He said, standing also.

Christine hadn't thought of this. Even though she greatly desired Erik, she never though of where there foreplay would go. Even though the answer should of been obvious she never really considered it. She realized what Erik said was indeed true. If there games were to continue it would eventually lead them to a place she did not want to go until she was married. Memories of the night Erik had almost forced her to marry him came back to her. True, she didn't at first want to marry him. Yet once she kissed him...she realized that she had been confused all along. She thought she wanted to be with Raoul. But he could never make her feel the same passion that Erik did.

Raoul's kisses seemed forced. Yet even the simplest touch from Erik caused her body to come alive. When she kissed him it she felt as if her whole body was needed Erik. His caress, his kiss...Now she realized that Erik would probably never ask her to marry him. Not after all that had happened. She loved him with everything she was. She knew he felt the same, but those memories...she knew he would find it hard to ever even consider asking her to marry him.

Erik stood, staring at Christine waiting for her to reply. She had been staring at nothing for quite some time. "Christine." Erik said, bringing her back to the present.

"Is that your only reason?" She asked.

"Well...yes." He said.

"Very well." She said, and swiftly left the room.

Had he said something wrong? But the more he thought about it, her realized why Christines mind had wandered. Marriage. That brought up many painful memories for both of them. He had threatend to kill Raoul if she did not marry him. He was going to force her to marry him. To make her marry a man, who at the time she thought she did not love. He had done something so low, that he was still incredibly ashamed whenever he thought of that night. He thought about marrying Christine, would he ever be able to find the courage to ask her marry him? He sighed and sat back down in his chair.

One thing he knew was certain, something had to be done and soon. Erik was going to go mad if these kisses and touches went further than he could handle. There was a point he knew that once passed neither would be able to return. Even though he knew it was not proper to become intimate till they were married, it was too soon to even consider asking her to be his wife. They had only be reunited for two days. Perhaps she would realize that she didn't love him after all. He had known for years that he would never love anyone as much as he loved Christine and that wouldn't change.

He decided he would take things one day at a time. If over time he could be sure that she would not stop loving him, then perhaps he could gain enough courage to properly propse to the woman he would love for an eternity.