Christine looked at Erik, her eyes so full of love that it almost made Erik cry. He sat down on the bed and she sat on his lap, facing him and wrapping her legs around his waist seductively. He slowly peeled her blouse off, revealing a corset and even under that, a soft chemise slip. He cursed silently, annoyed at the requirements for woman to wear so much at once.

He managed to spin her around so she leaned her back against him. He ran his hand over her bust and corset and slowly moved down, down, father and farther until he realized: she still had her skirt on. She leaned back and pecked a light kiss on the bottom of his cheek, and then stood up, dropping her skirt. But still, there was the corset and slip. His musical fingers worked at the ties of her corset, but fumbled from embarrassment and not knowing how to undo it.

Christine reached back in an uncomfortable position and showed him with her fingers how to undo it. He quickly caught on and undid the rest of the ties, and soon, with a clunk, her corset dropped to the floor.

Her soft slip was all that was left, and with every breath, every movement, he was growing more and more impatient, and finally just tore the slip off of her. She instinctively covered her breasts, but he yanked her hands away.

"My Angel, don't worry. I won't harm you", he told her as his strong hands swooped onto her pale bare breasts and began massaging them with gusto. He lay next to her, his nose in her hair and breathing in her soft scent, not ever wanting to forget it.

Her desires not fully fulfilled, Christine swept one of her own hands over her breasts, making her own body stiffen with pleasure. Erik sensed this, and took off his own shirt.

He had to the most delicate of the woman's body, and had yet to find out the wonders he could bring to Christine. Inexperienced, he roughly lifted her pale, delicate legs over his shoulders so he could look better as his angel. Christine furrowed her thin brow, worried about what he was thinking.

Once he was able to see her clearly, he took in a breath. "Christine, you are so beautiful", escaped from his mouth, making Christine blush even deeper.

He quickly got to work, swooping his tongue around her womanhood until he could feel her dripping. There were nips and wet trails dragged across her womanhood, and she had never before felt anything like this. He had purposely avoided actually going in with his tongue or fingers, wanting to build up Christine's pleasure.

"Erik, please", Christine begged him. He smiled confidently to himself and inserted a finger into Christine, who arched her back in the air. To Erik, that made her look even more beautiful than ever, seeing her in such a natural state. He brought his finger out, already dripping with liquid, and then thrust his finger in again, making Christine squeal with wonderment.

Christine gathered up enough control to grab ahold of Erik's arm. He sensed this urgency and stopped with his finger. Christine traced her finger on the waistband of his trousers, making Erik gulp. "Are you sure, Christine? You know what lies underneath my mask," he said, remembering the last time they had been like this.

"Yes, my Angel. Your face does not matter to me. I actually find it quite attractive", she said, her eyes shining. She craved him.

Ever so slowly, she pulled his pants down. Erik closed his eyes, wondering what she would think when she saw him for the first time. He knew his pants were off by now, and he knew that she hadn't looked at him when he heard an ever slight intake of breath at the sight of him.

Christine was amazed. She didn't know how or why she felt this way, but she had never seen a man like this before. She took in all of his features, admiring his well built chest and chiseled muscles. They weren't that extreme, but that was what she preferred.

But then a sight too much for her no longer innocent eyes dawned upon her: slashes of scars covered diagonally and every which way on his body. They were faded, but still evident. There were scraps as well, and Christine couldn't bare to see her Angel's wounds. He didn't deserve this, and soon it hit her in a wave of fresh tears.

Forgetting their intimate act that was supposed to come, Erik worried about his Angel. "Christine, why do you cry?" he asked, cradling her head in his arms, her soft curls loose and sprayed across the pillow and now his arms.

"Angel, you didn't deserve that. Why? The pain you've gone through... How could I not see?" she said, stressing herself with the pain her Angel had gone through.

"Christine, no. That is in the past. As long as you stay with me, as long as we're together, you can slowly start to mend those scars. To heal them completely. I need your love, Christine. That has been the most recent form of torture for me: not being able to gain your love. Because I love you, Christine. And I always have", he told her, soothing her quaking, shaking body. "It would hurt me even more to see anything like this happen to you", he said quietly, remembering when Carlotta raped her.

"And you don't think I feel the same way about you?" Christine asked him, tears silently streaming down her face as she looked at him.

He buried his head in her still bare breasts. She awkwardly put her hand on his head, reminded of what they were supposed to be doing now.

He emerged. Christine glanced at his erection, knowing they should do it soon. "Erik...?" she asked him, hoping that he would realize what she was hinting at.

"Alright, Christine. Just please don't cry. I love you too much to see you hurt", he said, and glanced at his beautiful Angel's body once more. He made it obvious, and Christine blushed as his gaze swept across her breasts, and ended at her long, lean, and pale legs. He had seen her like this from a distance, and when he had saved her from Carlotta, but this was the closest he had gotten.

He positioned himself over her so her could insert himself easier. Mustering as much control as he possibly could, he let himself only be dipped into her, just his tip. He lubricated it as Christine shuddered at such a light touch. "It's going to hurt", he warned her.

Christine only nodded in response, preparing herself for what lay ahead. He slowly eased himself into her, grimacing even though he felt no pain. He just hated seeing Christine in pain. He patiently waited for the pain to leave her face until he began thrusting. It came in rhythm with his breaths, and Christine screamed his name, the pleasure so enlightening but yet so mysterious... she couldn't even explain it.

He slowed his thrusting down as his breaths caught up to him- both of them. He finally collapsed beside her, his muscular chest rising quickly. He glanced over at Christine, and he could see her pert breasts also rising heavily. even then, he thought she was absolutely gorgeous.

"Oh, God, Erik. I love you", was all she could manage to say, and even that was in breaths and quiet.

"My Angel, thank you", he leaned over and stroked her blushed red cheek, moving a piece of damp curl away from her face. She moved onto her side and smiled at him, just their eyes speaking to each other. She loved him more than words could tell, and now the burden of Raoul had gone from her mind.