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Trigger warning: VERY mature sexual content
Christine awoke in the night with a start, still drenched in complete darkness; it took her a moment to remember what had awoke her from her dreams; there had been a heavy shift of weight upon the mattress.
"Erik?" Voice hoarse from sleep, Christine debated moving to the bedside for a candle but froze upon feeling hands upon her face, desperately clutching her warm skin were cold, frigid hands. Her thoughts flew to Buquet's ghost, and whether or not Erik could protect her from even the dead, if the ghost would even let her call for help.
"Christine you are so beautiful." The words were not of the grimy stagehand, but of her angel. Golden silk enveloped her in the darkness as she felt his warm breath upon her lips; he crawled closer on the mattress, nearly straddling her reclined body.
"Erik, what're you doing?" Startled by his sudden breach of propriety, she could not help but flush at the heat radiating between them. Blind in the darkness of the bedroom, she reached up to find his face, gasping to find that his mask was missing and her skin had met mangled flesh.
"Christine, don't-" But it was too late for that, she had already pressed curious fingertips against disgruntled skin.
"Oh Erik…" Instinct attempted to pull himself away from her, but her firm grip on him held him steady. Beneath her hands, she felt the strong man above her shudder as she discovered the horrors he so desperately longed to hide. While one side of his face was smooth, handsome, perfect she could feel that the other was quite the opposite. The skin was sunken in until she felt his teeth pressing into her palm through a thin layer of skin, skin that was mangled and distraught.
Blind, she could only imagine what colors God had painted across this distorted canvas. Unable to stop her fingers from shaking, she trailed her quivering fingertips along the line of his top lip. Of course, she had felt the bloated upper lip when they'd kissed, but had half thought the power of his kiss to come from his own passion. But then as her fingers moved over the skin, it was quite obvious that his lips had so easily overtaken hers because on the masked side the lip was bloated—more than bloated—inflated horribly. Fingers roamed upward to find that his eyebrow was pulled up into his hairline, where the hairs were short and brittle leaving her to wonder if this was part of the deformity or if the mask had tormented the hair until it was ruined. All along that half of his face, the skin switched quickly and horrifically from too tight to sagging, around his sunken eyeball the skin was heavy and almost knotted.
Christine couldn't imagine living with something so painful. Without thinking twice, she pulled his savaged face closer to her own, and met his bloated lips with her small ones. Erik groaned against his will at their positioning, and passionately held her closer against his body as she eagerly returned the kiss with a soft moan of her own.
"Stop, stop this insanity-" The weight had shifted away from her, but a wandering hand on the bed sheet easily found him lying beside her, and she grasped his sweaty palm with a plea that he did not abandon her.
"Don't go…please, don't leave me." Her voice was small in the black room.
"Why Christine? So you can bed a monster? I bet with even all of your years in the brothel you've never met such a hideous creature." The words sank heavily in her heart and with newfound determination, Christine found herself crawling atop the unmasked man, even as he cried for her to cease.
"Have you gone mad, woman? Release my body you-"
"You, what, Erik? I do not think you wish to insult me, so let me save you the trouble." She set her face very close to his, able to feel his short breaths against her lips as his chest heaved beneath her. In the darkness she could not make out a single aspect of his figure, but could feel his heated gaze upon her as she straddled his hips, "I was a whore, I slept with many men for money and was good at it. I hate myself for it and lost my fiancé for it, shall I lose my angel for it as well?"
"You know that I could never relieve you over such an insignificant-" The darkness brought bravery, or perhaps it was the feeling of his stirring arousal growing beneath her that made her so bold.
"Then why do you bring it up so often, angel? Do you hate me for it?" It was a legitimate fear that she had not been brave even to even ponder upon in her private time. If he hated her for her past, she would have to leave immediately. Shaking fingers found her hands upon his chest and she let her head fall back at the feeling of his gentle fingers massaging her palms.
"How could I hate something that brought you to my arms? I hate the world, Christine, never the angels that are forced to live upon it."
"Are we all angels then?" Her voice was hushed as she felt her heart pounding stronger and stronger with his every admission, in the silence of his home she feared he could hear the horrible thu-thump as she struggled to keep from shivering at their closeness.
"I have found just the one."
Her lips were upon him with such a ferocity that she was afraid to have scared her poor Erik. Unsure of when the switch from tutor to romantic interest had happened, she did not question the feelings stirring in her pit. Fire, everywhere, as his hands wandered up to run through her uncombed hair she relished in the feeling of his arousal swelling beneath her warmth as she felt herself aflame with a passionate flush. Moaning his name, she hurriedly pulled the blankets out from between them and dipped down to catch the flesh of his neck in a smoldering kiss.
"Oh Christine…" Her pulse was rapid and booming in her ears, so loud that she struggled to enjoy the sound of Erik's gasps of pleasure.
"Do you want me, angel?" Already her hands were tugging at his nightdress when she asked, but his groaning confirmation served as the last bit of permission she needed to disrobe him. Large hands sought her flesh, yanking the nightgown away from her with a rush that revealed his over-excitement to grasp her warm skin. Cool hands found her breasts and Christine let out a cry of surprise at the gentility that came with his touch.
"Is this-is this alright, my love?" Nerves rang through every syllable and her heart gave a painful tug at the sweetness in his tone.
"Does it please you?" She shivered as a wise finger found her nipple and circled around it, silence falling between them until her nipple was pebbled and taught beneath his touch.
"It pleases me to please you…have you ever been pleased, Christine?" Her heart jumped and his stifled chuckle told her he felt it. When she shook her head negative, she knew he could see her in the darkness by the way he switched her onto her back and hovered above her with a curious hand between her thighs.
"Erik!" Not wanting his hands to find her warmth, Christine attempted to squirm away, only to be halted with a shocked gasp at the feeling of his long fingers stroking the length of her wetness.
"Shhh, Christine," He cooed with excitement to feel her so eager and spread before him, "you've never been touched this way by a man, before?" Head lolled back, it was a struggle to concentrate on his question but she answered breathily,
"Never." Touching herself was nothing compared to his burning love.
"My poor petite," A finger slid within her and she called out his name, "how does it feel to have my finger within you?" Christine was used to naughty exchanges with past customers, but this was so much more intimate. He wanted to know how she actually felt and expected her to be able to vocalize the amount of exquisite pleasure he was doting upon her.
"It is- it's too good, Erik. I don't understand it." He had figured she wouldn't and in a moment replaced his trailing fingers with his mouth. A moan of ecstasy tumbled from her lips as she concentrated on being wrapped in the feeling of his bloated lips upon her. A throbbing emptiness berated through her, but she could not find it within herself to ask him to stop the wonderful teasing of his mouth. His finger slipped back into her and the shock sent her over the edge with pleasure, shuddering as she whimpered his name, clutching her own hair in an attempt to steady her spinning world of darkness.
"Oh Erik, I don't understand-"
"This is what my love can be like, Christine, please let me—please-" Erik panted his plead through broken kisses upon her waiting lips. To taste her salty flavor on his lips was a sin so arousing she thought she might find ecstasy again from the simple act alone combined with her bare breasts rubbing against his smooth, wax-like chest. He asked, dear god! He practically begged for what she herself was aching for.
"Yes, Erik! Oh god, yes please!"
Her own pleas were uncontrollable as he positioned himself before her, giving her a chaste kiss upon the forehead before he thrust within her. There was a slight moment of discomfort as her body remembered how to hold a man within her, but that was outshined by the wonderful weight he gave her. Erik begged her to allow him to continue, as if she could ever ask him to stop once he started, her agreement was immediate. Rhythm took some time for him to set, it amused her that the musician could struggle with such a thing, but the thought was lost as he drove deeply into her. Her hips met his of their own accord, her body seeking the pleasure she had so long been denied. Everything was falling into place as she felt Erik falling apart above her. Yes, she decided as his hot lips met her sensitive neck, she could understand paying for this. A fire claimed her as their skin slapped together and hot puffs of breath drowned her in his masculine scent.
To feel him within her was too much for her to handle and her hands shot up to clutch his tense shoulders and pull him into a heated kiss. He grunted her name like a prayer, each syllable a blessing he caressed with intense seduction as she found herself unwinding beneath him. The ball of thread that kept her steadied was unwinding faster and faster as Erik consumed her entire being. As Erik plunged within her and laid such adoring touches across her skin, she was reminded how lucky she was to have been found by him and how very bright the world was. A successful thrust to her core brought her close to her finish, gasping his name and slipping her own hand down her body to rub at the spot Erik had tickled previously. Erik's name breathlessly toppled from her parted lips as she found completion again, moaning out as he picked up the tempo.
Harsher thrusts in her sensitivity brought her to ecstasy again, her body slick with sweat as he collapsed upon her after filling her with his hot seed. For once, Erik's skin was hot and flushed against her own and she laughed out at the ability to wrap her arms around him and feel his head pillowed upon her breasts. A silence fell upon them as they both heaved for air, trying to retain breath control as their minds swam with the pleasure they were just granted. Christine ran her fingers through his thin hair, memorizing the feeling of contention in fear that she might never have it again. That way went the game, she realized with a bolt of horror along her spine, whenever things seemed perfect they managed to come crashing down around her. But Erik was not perfect, she hardly needed to remind herself, as the feeling of his deformity was pressed against her heart at the very moment.
"I love you, Christine." For a moment, in the darkness, she wondered what her wedding night with Raoul might have been like. Nothing like this, she was sure, they would have been so nervous to please each other while remaining proper that she could not even imagine finding pleasure. But he would have, a nagging voice reminded her, and that was what would have been important to her. It did not matter though, another reminder tumbled through her pleasure-numbed brain, because she was with Erik now and he seemed determined to bring her pleasure and so much more.
"I love you, Erik."
"You need not say it if it does not please you to." Hot breath tickled a nipple that had only just relaxed.
"Oh, but it does please me! You please me, Erik, you please me very much."
"And is pleasure equivalent to love, Christine?" The road they were heading down was growing darker with each passing moment and she had to backtrack to keep him pliant, not wanting his large figure to move from atop her for as long as she could manage.
"It does not matter, as I wish to bring you both."
"You pleasure me, my love, but do you love me?"
"I do." A sigh of pleasure brought joy to her heart and tears to her eyes. Her poor Erik, she had known him long enough to know that his soul was good. Maybe not pure, but good and he would do anything for her. To hear his pleasure at her admitting she would do the same for him was a beautiful thing.
"I love you and never wish to let you go." The atrocious dread filled her again at the thought of losing her angel, she was not sure how but she knew it could happen at any moment and her tears escaped closed eyes at the horrible thoughts.
"You'll never have to, Christine, as I am yours."
"And I am yours."
When she awoke, and blinked through sleep bleary eyes, Christine expected to be alone. Perhaps the spot on the sheets beside her would be slightly warm still and Erik would be a few rooms over, getting his head settled back onto his shoulders, ready to discuss their activities with a firm line for a morning smile. Christine was rather surprised that when her hands smoothed out the soft sheet, her fingers came in contact with heated skin. A gasp fell from her lips as her eyes raced up a naked torso to meet Erik's amused stare; the sconces on the wall held burning candles and his mask was once again in place, he'd been up for a while.
"Good morning." She murmured, unable to keep herself from blushing as he took her in. She had to look a right mess, she thought to herself, but his eyes took her in with a hungry glint to them. In the night, she'd somehow wound up in the very center of the bed, and now the off-white sheets were pulled about her shoulders as her messy curls stuck out every-which-way around her flushed face. She felt a nightmare, but Erik seemed to think otherwise.
"Hello, Christine." Strong arms pulled her toward his heated chest and she couldn't contain her laughter as he placed chaste kisses across her beaming face.
"Did you sleep well?" To be close to him was intoxicating, it was truly dizzying to feel his large hands against her bare skin and so naturally, like they had been at this all of their lives.
"Very well, Erik, thank you. What do we have to do today?" His eyes spoke of hours in that very bed, devouring each other again and again, bringing each other to the pinnacle of ecstasy just as they had the evening before; but with a gentle hand he brushed curls away from her eyes as he spoke in a firm voice,
"You're to head back to rehearsal in an hour or so, and then I will fetch you for your evening lessons."
"Did I do something wrong, ange?" At the sound of hurt in her voice, Erik took pity upon Christine and set hot kisses against the flushed skin of her neck. Little mewls of approval met his ears as small hands gripped his naked arms with a strength he hadn't realized she possessed, he chuckled at her insistence before kissing her soundly.
"Erik, will you really come for me tonight?"
"Why wouldn't I, my love?"
"It feels too wonderful to be true—to have you as my mentor and lover, I mean. It is the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me." Christine meant it, truly, she couldn't think of anything happier that she had experienced.
"It is too wonderful, but it is also true. Hurry, mon cherie, so I can escort you above."
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