This is gonna get dirty... If you have ANY suggestions on making this less or more graphic to fit what the Phantom would really do, please leave a comment, and I MIGHT change it. Thank you for the wonderful comments, once again! :)By the way, this chapter brings out the goody-two-shoes in Christine-no, seriously. Read on.
Christine watched her Angel, awestruck as he undid her corset. This couldn't be happening. she hadn't realized it, but as she grew older, she began to crave him indifferent ways. She wanted that craving to be satisfied.
She heard her corset clunk to the floor, and in one swift movement, everything except her slip was torn off of her. He kissed above her breasts where the pale skin had been exposed. He worked her straps off and then slipped her slip off. She instinctively covered her breasts, but he gently pulled her hands away, pinning them above her head and exposing her breasts to him. They weren't large, but they were something he had yearned to see for a while now.
"Don't worry, Christine. I love you", he assured her, and her breathing relaxed. She felt his lower body brush against her, and felt his erection.
Controlling himself, he played with her first. He kissed her nipples and caressed them as well. Christine had never been touched this way and her back arched. Her nipples peaked and he brushed his hand over them. "Erik..." she whispered.
He glanced at her and put his fingers inside of her, one of them. She gasped and her body involuntarily pushed them deeper in, making her squeal in pain.
He took his fingers out and plunged them back in again, this time making Christine close her eyes in pleasure. To her disappointment, he took his finger out again.
He ran the soaking finger over her breasts, leaving a trail of shining liquid. This time he kissed her womanhood, sending shivers up and down her spine. Then he started to nip her folds, making her squeal once more.
"Erik..." she said again.
He cupped his hand once more over her damp sex. He stared at her mound for a few seconds, staring at his Angel's most delicate and precious spot to him. After years of watching her from a distance, he needed to see her, to feel her, now.
As he discarded his trousers, Christine had a chance to slip back into reality. He was her Angel, a supposed fatherly figure in her life. Could she really succumb her body to him?
Christine was running these doubts throughout her mind as Erik got into a better position on top of her. I love him so much, I know that now. But I only recently realized this... do I really want to show my love to him like this? Now? We aren't anywhere near getting married... Christine thought. She started to cry under all the stress, and came to a conclusion: she wasn't ready to give her body to Erik like this.
She felt horrible for doing it, but she had to stop him. "Erik, wait", she said. He had just lowered himself down to her waiting for the pleasure to overcome him.
But she had stopped it. Why? Oh God, did she not love him? What was he thinking? She was seventeen, for God's sake! He knew he had made a huge mistake. But wait, she began to speak. God, she was crying! "Erik. I'm sorry. I... I'm not...ready. But I do love you. Please listen to me when I say that. I love you with all my heart, I'm just not..." Christine trailed off hoping he would understand.
Christine flinched when she saw anger flash in his eyes, but then he pulled his trousers back on. "Christine", was all he said, leaving her to interpret the meaning.
Not even bothering with her corset, she pulled on her nightgown quicker than she had ever before. She couldn't stand him seeing her like this. She waiting for him to say something, anything to give her something to understand.
"Christine", he said again, "I'm sorry. I rushed you, and you weren't ready. Christine forgive me, please forgive me. I didn't know that you weren't ready". He looked like he was about to rush to hug her, but then remembered what they were talking about in the first place.
Now she was really crying. Hard. "Erik. I love you so much. Please understand that. And please don't get mad at me. I don't think I could take that. But... I wasn't ready. My body... got ahead of itself", she admitted, turning her head to avoid his gaze. She could feel her cheeks heat up.
"No, Christine. I'm not mad. I was just so eager..." he trailed off, surprising her. Her Angel was rarely at a loss for words.
He turned and took her hand. He was standing up and she was still sitting on the bed, whose bed sheets were tangled.
"Come. We must return. Those two fools in my theater will be missing you", he said. And, just like that, he became the Phantom of the Opera again.
On the way to Christine's room, she fell asleep from all the exhaustion. He had to carry her to her room. Already for him, it was awkward touching her after what they had just discussed.
But, despite said discussion, he gently kissed her lips when he lay her into her bed. "You alone, can make my song take flight. Help me make the Music of the Night", he quietly sang to her. He left the note he had written when she had been asleep at his lair on her table, addressed to Meg and Madame Giry.
He had quite the respect for the older woman, so that led him to explain why she was missing. Not in detail, of course. It went somewhere along the lines of this:
"Dear Madame Giry and Daughter Meg,
I know that you must be concerned with the absence of Christine Daae, but do not worry; she was in good hands. Please attend to her as needed. Remind the owners that if they want their precious opera house performance of Il Muto, then she is to play the main role, and Carlotta shall play the page boy-the silent role. If my demands are not obeyed, be prepared for a disaster beyond your imagination. I ask you to not meddle in what happened with Miss Christine Daae-again, if you do, be prepared for a disaster beyond your imagination. Thank you,
*The Phantom of the Opera*"
Christine slept quite well as Madame Giry and Meg read over this mysterious note. "But who is he? Why Christine, and why this opera house?" Meg asked her mother.
Madame Giry looked away. "I advise you to do as he says, Meg. Don't stick your nose into his business. Christine will tell you if she wants to, but perhaps she was instructed not to as well. Please, Meg. Not now", Madame Giry said, trying not to reveal as much as she could. She closed her eyes and saw flashbacks of then...
They were whipping him! Oh, Lord they were whipping him and he hadn't even done anything. How could they? And everyone was laughing, even her best friends and the rest of the ballerinas. Didn't they realize how cruel they were being to him? Just because he had a damaged side of his face, they didn't have to treat him like... garbage!
Madame Giry opened her eyes, trying to manage herself once again after that flashback. But all it had done was remind her of what this man had gone through.
They heard Christine stir, and Meg rushed over to see how her friend was doing. Christine's eyes were suddenly wide open. "He was there, and not only in my mind or dreams. I saw him, I touched him. I heard his music, and soon through his music my soul began to soar. And I'd heard as I'd never heard before. There was sadness in his eyes, though", Christine blurted, looking from Meg to Madame Giry.
Madame Giry knew exactly what she was talking about, as she also knew him well and had been observing their relationship since the very beginning. It didn't worry her at first-he needed to be loved-but it was getting worse now. But she couldn't seem to stop him...
"Mother, what's she talking about? Are you alright Christine?" Meg cried, confused with the whole thing.
"I'm fine Meg, I'm just tired and I need rest", Christine assured her worried friend.
"Meg, she's alright. I know she is. Now, come with me to tell the managers of Christine's arrival. They must be worried", Madame Giry said, changing the subject and leading Meg through the door.
"Alright, Mother. Get some rest Christine, and get well", Meg said, still confused if Christine was either sick or just hallucinating.
Poor Meg had no idea what either her mother or her nest friend was saying. All this nonsense about the opera ghost was confusing her even more than she already was. She had never seen him herself, so it was hard for her to believe that he even existed in the first place.
The mother and daughter walked over to the foyer, where Raoul, Carlotta, the owners, and few others were arguing about something. Madame Giry could see envelopes in their hands-the opera ghost must have sent them similar notes to what he sent to her.
Personally, Madame Giry wished that Raoul would just forget about Christine and find someone else, but she could see in his eyes that he really loved her. She knew that the Phantom loved her even more than the boy, and he had a different way of settling things like that. Madame Giry just didn't want Raoul to get killed.
"Christine is back, Monsieur", she interrupted.
"Let me see her", Raoul demanded, concerned about his love's health.
Madame Giry held her hand up to stop him. "She will see no one, Monsieur", she said as an excuse.
"She needed rest", Meg spoke up in her sweet, clear voice.
Raoul shook his head in annoyance and left.
Madame Giry then approached the managers. "He has a request".