Erik ran his hands through Christine's hair. He hated the way she looked so sad and had been so quiet most of the time that they were here. He would be glad when he got her home, and she began smiling again. However, he was going to miss her sleeping form beside him at night.

She shifted under his arms. He took a deep whiff of her hair, fearing that once they were back home she would never allow him so close to her. The smell ingrained now in his brain, forever to stay.

Christine shifted once more. This time Erik laid a kiss upon her lips, waking her. "Good morning, mon ange."

"Good morning, Erik." Christine began to stretch. She snuggled up to the back of his chest and buried her head in the pillow.

Erik leaned in close enough to Christine that his lips were touching her ear. Erik smiled slightly and whispered."Christine."

"Don't." Christine groaned and moved her arm to swat Erik away from her. Erik caught her wrist in mid-air.

"Don't be naughty, darling. I have a surprise for you, but you only get it once you are dressed." Erik whispered into her ear. Christine tugged her arm, but Erik refused to let go of perfection. Of the closeness.

"I want to sleep." Christine pulled once more. This time Erik released her arm. Christine nestled further under the covers. Erik smiled as he pushed a strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear.

Christine could feel the bed shift but shrugged Erik leaving her off. It had become custom that he leave before she ever woke up. She wonder what it would be like for once for him not to leave her but to stay in bed all day together. Their clothes the only barrier between them.

Erik slowly stood up before reaching back down to the bed. He slid his hands under the sheets. His hands caressed the bottom sheet before separating, each hand finding its intended target. One arm slid in under Christine's knees while the other slid under her head. In one fluid motion, he had Christine up in the air, free of the covers that had kept her so occupied.

Christine let out a small yelp before wrapping her arms around Erik. "Erik, put me down."

"Your mouth tells me one thing, Christine, but your actions tell me another."

"My actions are to keep you from dropping me. I would very much appreciate it if you would put me down."

Erik didn't respond to her request but continued to carry her. He left his room and entered into the living room. From the living room, he opened another door and deposited Christine inside of it. "Bath."

With the simple command, Erik shut the door and left a stunned Christine to herself. Christine ran herself a bath and began to shed her pajamas. As she slid into the water, she let her mind wonder to thoughts that she dare not go to in the presence of Erik or anyone else for that matter.

What if she just gave Erik her whole being? Her heart? He had already taken her voice to new heights. Her soul he command with a simple sound off of the tip of his tongue. What were these feelings that he stirred deep in the pit of her stomach?

Christine heard a knock at the door. She sat up out of the water. "Yes?"

"Christine, are you alright?"

"I am fine." Christine slid back down into the bathwater that had grown cold and hit her head on the back of the tub. "Oh hell."

She sat back up and rubbed the back of her head before grabbing a towel and climbing out of the tub. She made her way to her room and quickly changed. Her stomach had started to grumble, reminding her that she had yet to eat. She made her way back out to the dinning room to see if anyone had made breakfast.

Erik finished packing his suitcase. He heard Christine moving out and about. He decided to go check on her. He had yet to tell her that they were leaving today. He smelled something delicious in the air, but he had not cooked anything at all.

He walked into the dining room and found Christine picking up a croissant. "Put it down, Christine."

"Why?" Christine looked puzzled.

"Because I said so."

Christine looked at him defiantly and went to take a bite. Erik made his way across the room in a hurried motion and grabbed the wrist that was attached to the hand holding the croissant. Christine raised her other hand to smack him. Erik caught that wrist as well and shoved Christine up against the nearest wall.

"What the ..." Christine's words were cut short when Erik's lips came crashing down upon her own. At first, Christine hesitated and was resistant, refusing the entrance that Erik's tongue so desperately sought. In the end, her body betrayed her and not only allowed entrance to Erik's tongue but began to enjoy the experience. Her tongue begging Erik's for more.

Her hand forgot the task it had set out to accomplish and dropped the croissant, reaching back to ran itself through Erik's hair. Erik's hands decided on new spots of Christine that it would rather explore. The one went to Christine's back, pulling her close to where she was pressed more to Erik than against the wall. The other to the nape of Christine's neck.

Christine pulled back for a breath of air. She had barely left Erik's lips when the world went black and her body limp. Erik held her before picking her up. "I am sorry, my love."

He carried her out the door and passed by a servant who went into the apartment to retrieve the suitcases that had been left upon the beds.

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A/N: Well, slowly but surely we're heading back to the US. Please review and let me know what you think.