These lyrics or any other lyrics are not mine; they are Andrew Lloyd Webber's. So...

Don Juan was drawing nearer and nearer, and with each passing day, both Christine and Erik felt the dread of seeing each other and even touching each other, enveloping their minds.

They hadn't seen each other since their falling out, and Christine had indeed began to see Raoul, and quite often too. She had thought, when she had promised Erik that she would try her best to love Raoul, that it would be very difficult to love Raoul.

But as a matter of fact, it had been quite easy. Her love for Raoul was bursting at the seams, and it seemed to her. She felt her need for him grow stronger and stronger, until one day, it became obvious.

Raoul picked Christine up after their last rehearsal of Don Juan. He had invited her for supper at his house.

They walked into his house, and Christine finally blurted out what she had wanted to say for so long now. "Raoul, it scares me. Don't make me do this. He'll do something-even take me-I know. We could be parted forever. He may not even let me go", she told Raoul. She had been dreading tomorrow night and had managed to keep it to herself until now. She was so scared.

"Christine, don't worry. I'll be right there, and I'll do anything for you, especially if he dares to do anything he's not supposed to do. But what are you supposed to do together, anyway?" Raoul asked.

Christine looked away. "He's supposed to...seduce me, and touch me..." she gulped. She didn't want to be telling Raoul this.

Raoul looked down in embarrassment. "No more talk of darkness, forget these wide-eyed fears. I'm here, with you, beside you, to guard you and to guide you", Raoul softly sang, as if it were a lullaby to Christine.

Christine looked up at him and smiled. He took her hand and led her to a balcony off of his bedroom.

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say you love me", Christine sang back.

"You know I do", Raoul assured her, gently rotating her around so he stood behind her, holding onto her waist. His hand brushed Christine's breast, making her tremble. This was so unlike Erik, whose love was deep, unknown. Raoul's kind words, love, and touch was light and made her happy, and she felt like she could trust him so well.

"Love me, that's all I ask of you", they sand together. Christine took this as her chance and kissed Raoul passionately. They stood there, kissing and taking occasional gasps for air, the cold air surrounding them and snowflakes whirling.

The lone figure, the same one who had admired the same Christine Daae from afar as a little girl, watched them now, and turned away. But then there was a rustling-they had stopped kissing, maybe she was changing her mind-and they were looking at each other.

Christine led Raoul back into the room. Wondering if she was indeed changing her mind, Erik moved closer so he could hear and see what they were doing.

Raoul and Christine sat down on the bed, and began kissing once more. The red cape that Christine had been wearing fell to the floor, and Raoul took his own coat off.

Erik's eyes went wide. No. This couldn't be happening. Not Christine, no. That would be much to cruel of her. Not after what they had done. This was a lie...

And yet it was indeed happening. He looked away, not able to bear it. He glanced back at the mating couple, and Christine was stripped bare of her clothing; Raoul's pants were still on, but his shirt had been thrown carelessly aside.

That body, the same one Erik himself had made love to, was now belonging to someone else. Someone he had hated ever since he had realized the purpose of this...boy.

Now, oh God, he was running his fingers over her nipples. A rosy blush spread over her cheeks, and she cupped her hand over Raoul's own cheek to get his attention. Her eyes sparkled, as they had once done in the presence of him.

She took ahold of his hand and brought it down, down, further until it reached it destination. Realizing where she had stopped, Raoul blushed and looked at her-the most delicate area of the once little girl he had known so long ago underneath his very fingertips. He gently stroked it at first, but then brought his head down, and started to caress it with his tongue.

From where he was hiding, Erik could easily see the glistening pink flesh belonging to his own-Christine. But then that boy came down again, and she was once more hidden by his head.

Her back arched and a soft, pleasing groan escaped from her lips. Was this boy giving her more pleasure than he himself had given Christine? He didn't remember.

But now, the boy's blonde head arose from the wet mound of Christine, and looked at her. She was heavily breathing, enjoying what he had been doing. But then his fingers went in, and she screamed. Erik stood up, panicking until he saw her eyes filled with pleasure. He couldn't take this anymore. He jumped form his dark corner and left, taking his time, as a part of him didn't want to leave Christine in the hands of that boy.

Raoul put his hands over each of Christine's breasts, and she squealed in delight. She traced the outline of the waistband of his pants, and lightly tugged on them. He quickly discarded them, and Christine saw him.

But to her, Erik was... no. She wasn't going to compare Erik's manhood to Raoul's. Raoul asked her quietly, "Are you sure about this, Christine?"

At first she was hesitant, but then she remembered how cruel Erik had been to her. She nodded. Raoul eagerly thrust in, even causing searing pain to Christine.

She gave a light scream, and in the distance Erik stopped. It was the voice of an Angel-his Angel, but he knew she wasn't in trouble. It was just one more pleasurable moment that brought Christine and Raoul even closer together.