Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera, or any of the characters.
Chapter Eight
As sunlight poured into every crack and window of the massive opera house, darkness and a slight chill seeped into the bones of two weary figures curled up against one another on a plush bed in the shape of a swan. A sudden gust of cool air blew gently against the brunette's back, causing a tremor to snake its way up her spine and escape as a small breath of air.
"C-cold…" she mumbled, wrapping her arms over her exposed breasts, bringing her legs closer to her upper body.
Focused on trying to find any dying trace of warmth, she'd completely forgotten where she was lying.
And with whom she was lying with.
The opposite side of the bed shifted, and she froze, hesitant to open her eyes. Just as she'd managed to muster up any courage to do so, a pair of firm, warm arms enveloped her in a tight embrace.
"I'll make it better, my love," a deep, luxurious whisper said. It took only a split second for the young diva to recognize who it was. She smiled, wriggling her way closer to his body.
"Erik, my dearest love. Forgive me, and don't think of me as some heartless girl, but I'd forgotten with whom I was with. But," she placed a tender kiss on his lips, gaining a growl of approval, " I guess that's just how good you are at…well you know what. You simply blew my mind away." She buried her face in his chest, slightly embarrassed by her words. He chuckled, kissing the top of her head.
"We could make you go completely dense right now if you'd like, my sweet," he grumbled into her ear. She blushed.
"I would like that very much, my angel." She smiled, climbing onto his stunning body, trailing kisses down his chiseled chest. She couldn't help but smile as a low rumble lightly shook his chest. Her lips traveled further down, teasing him, making him wriggle about.
"Christine, I could keep you here forever. Never let you out of this-"
"Mercy, Erik, I must resurface! People will begin to wonder! Oh, I mustn't miss rehearsal either! Oh I'm so sorry my love, I must go!" She swiftly brushed her lips across his, scrambling around the room, gathering her clothes.
"But I-you just-you can't just leave me here with this," he stuttered, gesturing to his hard member. She laughed, stumbling over one of his shoes.
"I'm sorry love, so very, deeply, truly sorry. You will have to take care of him on your own. I must depart. Good-bye Erik," she gasped, out of breath, kissing his cheek. "Good-bye my love," she said, gently kissing the top of his groin. He growled.
"You're so horrid to me." he hissed. She chuckled, running towards the lake, clothes still bundled up.
XOXOX
The young brunette, pit-patted along the tunnel leading to her room. Confident that her room was still empty and locked, she was still nude.
"Oh, Madame Giry is going to murder me…" The cold air dissolved behind her as she stepped through the portal into another world. A world not fit for her lover. Tossing aside her soiled clothing, she rushed over to her dresser, desperately searching for something decent to wear.
"Did you have fun, Lotte?"
She froze, her breath caught in her throat. It was as if the reaper himself had glided into the room, for the cold had seeped back into her body.
"Raoul?" she whispered as she spun around. After a moment of disbelief, she remembered her exposed flesh. Her eyes rolled about, looking for cover.
"Oh yes Christine, continue to deny me what you have given to that beast. Me of all people, the one man that can give you everything, yet you still give yourself that demon like a common whore!" He stood up, throwing a nearby lamp across the room and into the wall.
"Raoul, you're scaring me-"
"I could give a damn harlot! Understand right now that I'm getting what I've worked for right here, right now. You'll deny me no more. You are my property, and never forget it, you hear?" He rasped, grabbing a handful of her hair, yanking her head back.
"Raoul, ow! What's gotten into you? Please stop-"
"Shut up!" he yelled, pushing her onto the bed.
"Raoul, what are you doing, please stop I'm scared I-GET OFF PLEASE DON'T!"
"ENOUGH!" He slapped her hard across her porcelain face, mounting her.
"You'll shut your mouth this instant, and take what I give you. This is your future Christine, accept it." Tears streamed down her face as he forced her legs open, one-handedly undoing his trousers, while keeping one hand on her mouth.
Then, a miracle happened.
"Christine Daae, you wake yourself up this instant. Rehearsals are about to begin and you are not about to fake an ailment with me!" The frustrated voice of Madame Giry yelled along with several knocks.
"Damn woman and her constant nagging…Listen well, you will go to rehearsals, dine with me, and stay where I can see you at all times. You will also wear this ring at all times. You are my future wife, despite the way you've been opening your legs. It is not about to be known that I failed. I always win Christine. Always. I'll be waiting outside the door. If you run, I will see to it that your legs are broken."
XOXOX
Alone in her room, the soprano sobbed silent tears into the sheets of her bed, while the man she loved danced about his labyrinth without any suspicion whatsoever.
A/N: I'm so sorry this chapter isn't very good. But I promise I'll try harder.