Chapter 6: All good things must come to an End
**Warning sexual content**
If you want to skip it, move on after they return to her home.
When Erik came back to school, everyone was actually a bit nicer to him. It was because of the news stories and how passionately spoken Christine was to the reporters, that made them feel guilty as well the need to be Erik's friend to make up for it. She had gotten him as much justice as she could've without knowing who the person was in the first place that sent him to the hospital.
Everything seemed to be fine. Erik was happy to see her more and not having to be trapped in his house anymore. One day, early on after he had gotten back, they both passed Raoul and Erik shuddered. He didn't understand why but the sight of Raoul frightened him. "Are you alright, Erik?" Christine asked curiously. "You're acting strange."
"I'm fine…" He took a drink of water to try and steady himself. Christine hesitantly looked back at Raoul who was laughing with his friends. She paused and suspiciously glared at him; he smirked at her when he met her eyes.
"I probably just need to eat...this medicine is strong." He shrugged it off and they headed to the cafeteria.
"Ja, food," she mumbled. They sat down and ate. Christine tried to coax Erik into a better mood by talking about music.
"Speaking of music...what are you going to do for our music final?"
"Amarilli Mia Bella," she murmured. "Madame Giry recommended it."
"Mm good choice. I was thinking about learning how to play the cello."
"Isn't it a little risky to learn how to play the cello for the final? What if you mess up?" Her attention wasn't really on their conversation. She kept anxiously looking around. "Besides the end of the year final is coming up in a few weeks. Can you learn it that quickly?"
"I don't see why not. I have an affinity for instruments," he said smugly.
"Mhmm," she sighed and played with her food.
"Are you okay?"
"Hmm? Oh, yeah," she murmured. "I'm just thinking." There was something about her tone that made Erik uneasy. She sounded sad. He frowned and took her hand.
"Christine, what is it?"
"I-It's nothing," she whispered.
"I know you're upset...what is it?"
"We should talk about this later," she asserted as she got up with her tray. "This isn't a good conversation to have now." He sighed and followed her out. She was quiet for the rest of the day and even when they did their after school jam session, she wouldn't sing as happily.
After a song, he pulled her to sit down with him. "Okay, what's the problem?"
"I-I have to go back," she squeaked, there were tears in her eyes.
He frowned, "Go back where?"
"H-h-home," Christine sobbed out. She covered her face and cried into her hands. Her shoulders shook with her sobs and the knowledge that she'd have to leave Erik. He didn't know what to say and pulled her into his arms. He was in shock and couldn't believe what she was saying.
"T-There has to be something we can do…"
"My education visa will expire by the end of the year," she sniffled. "I return home in May." He felt choked up and held her tight. He couldn't imagine his life without her now. She cried into his shoulder and shook harder. "I am so, so sorry, my Erik."
"I-I'll go to Sweden with you…"
"Your parents would never allow that," she sighed. "Besides, I don't even have a steady home for you to stay in."
"But then where will you stay? I-I can't let you go back to that!"
"It's the home I've been in for six years," she said sadly, "when my dad died. I'll be okay, I'll be taken care of." She tried to reassure him.
The information of her father's death made him refuse further, "Please...stay…" She couldn't answer him anymore; it upset her far too much. She cried silently against his chest, her tears soaking his shirt. They had to go home eventually though, so she begged Erik to walk her home and come inside even though it wasn't much of a negotiation considering how Erik didn't want to leave her. He couldn't let her go, it hurt if he did. The thought of losing her was too much.
"D-do you want to stay here tonight?" She hadn't meant it sexually, but she didn't want him to go. She'd shared a bed with him before in the hospital. He nodded and they both crawled into her bed. He just held her as close as he could. Christine didn't even bother changing into her nightgown and snuggled up to Erik. "I love you, Erik, so much."
"I love you too...angel." He couldn't sleep for hours. He kept thinking about how much time they had left.
"We can just make these next few weeks count, okay?" she murmured tiredly as her clocked beeped as the hour of midnight hit.
"Yes…" He mumbled, burying his face in her hair so she wouldn't see his tears.
"And we can Skype or something," she reassured him. "I won't get a Swedish boyfriend, I promise." She tried to make him laugh even just a little bit.
He just got as close to her as possible, "You're the only one I will ever love."
"Keep it that way," she murmured, moving his face. Christine kissed him deeply, her body flush against his. He kissed her back desperately, needing the comfort. She held his face still and slowly slid her hands into his dark hair, her fingers tangling amongst his shaggy tresses. He got into it quickly, trying to distract himself. He kissed her harder and moved over her.
"Mm… Erik?" she sighed against his lips. She didn't mind his weight on her, it was comforting and his desperate kisses created an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Mm," he just continued kissing her, he was getting aroused but he didn't care. It felt so right to be close to her like this. She moaned against his mouth, the sound was foreign to her and she got more confused. He started to trail kisses down her neck. His hands played at the hem of her shirt.
"Erik," Christine gasped out. Her body arched against his touch and she tilted her head to the side as he kissed down her neck. He didn't know what he was doing; he just knew he needed to feel her skin. His hands slid under her shirt and he caressed her stomach and hips. Her skin was so soft that it caused him to moan.
Christine shuddered hard and grabbed his head, kissing him roughly. She had lost all sense of modesty and control: she wanted him. He took this as permission and he pushed her shirt up, wanting it off. She tossed it across the room and bit her lip. Before him now, she was only in a sports bra for her underdeveloped breasts and her jeans. She wanted everything off at this point, but the question still hung on her lips: what were they doing?
Erik groaned in desire as he saw her. He was just going by his instincts and they were telling him to get as close to her as possible. He threw off his shirt and kissed her again. She pressed her body up against his again and kissed him passionately again, her tongue slowly brushing up against his. This was completely new to him but it felt amazing. He brushed his back tongue against hers and they started to find a rhythm.
"W-we should g-get a… A thing," she panted out after they'd kissed for a while. "A condom…" She didn't know much about sex, but she knew the basics from health class.
"Mm okay...d-do you have any?"
"N-no," she said shakily, "but I think Meg does." She got up and threw her shirt back on, rushing across the hall to Meg's room.
Meg had her headphones on and was doing homework in her bed. Christine came in, flushed and flustered. She smiled sheepishly and blushed hard. "H-hi do you still have those condoms from your party?" Her friend's jaw dropped and she pulled the headphones out.
"...Why?"
"I'm putting them on cucumbers," she rolled her eyes. "Why do you think I need them?"
"With him? You're going to do it with the school freak?"
"I am going to experience the most passionate thing life has to offer with the man that I love before I have to leave the country," she growled and jabbed a finger at Meg. "And if you had any scrap of compassion or feeling of friendship for me, you'd help me out right now."
"Oh my God, just stop!" She shuddered hard and handed her a sandwich bag with a few condoms in them.
"Thanks," she snapped and snatched the bag away before going back into her room.
When she came back into the room, Erik was on the bed completely naked. Christine gasped and dropped the sandwich bag as her eyes slowly raked down his body.
"This is right...right?" He laid there awkwardly and started to cover himself with his hands.
"Y-yeah," she stammered. "Yeah I think so." She slowly went up to him and threw her shirt off again. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him again. They kissed passionately and Erik pulled her against his body. Christine unzipped her jeans and wiggled out of them from her awkward position. Erik looked down at her body and smiled.
"You are so beautiful."
Christine blushed hard and looked down shyly. She still wasn't used to his compliments, especially in a delicate situation like this one. "Th-thank you," she murmured. Erik moved over her again and waited for her to lay comfortably. She had picked up the discarded bag of condoms and nervously took one out.
"Here," she squeaked and handed it to him. She was far too shy to put it on him herself.
"Oh, thanks." He looked at the package and ripped it open. He pulled it out and frowned at the feeling of it. He even sniffed it a little before he placed the front over his tip. Christine watched as he slid it on and anxiously looked back up at him. They were both eventually stripped down until the two were bare and flush against each other.
He caressed her body and kissed her tenderly, "Are you ready…?" She could only reply with a stiff nod, her eyes never leaving his length.
He settled between her legs and his tip pressed against her. They both gasped as they were joined together: Erik in pleasure and Christine in discomfort.
He moaned, "You feel so good…"
She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip. "You're really big," she panted out.
He would of been proud of that but he saw the pain in her face, "S-Should I stop?"
"N-no," she whispered. "No it's okay… J-just go slow." He nods and pulls out a little before thrusting up again. Christine gasped sharply and a bit of blood spilled from within her. Erik couldn't feel it though; it felt like more wetness and warmth around him. However, Christine shuddered and now had tears in her eyes. He stopped and looked at her.
"Oh! Oh no… Don't cry! I'll stop!"
"I-it's fine," she whimpered. "I-it's supposed to happen during my first time…"
"I don't want to hurt you…"
"It's supposed to hurt," she promised. "Just keep going… Slowly."
He nodded and kissed her softly. He slowly moved in and out, trying his best not to hurt her. It felt incredible for Erik and soon enough Christine began to moan softly in pleasure. He kissed her and was sporadic with his thrusts.
"Oh god!" she cried out. "Oh my god, Erik!" She started to stream out curse words in Swedish, writhing beneath him as the pressure began to build. He could barely hold off, but he didn't want the pleasure to end either. "Please… Please," she begged softly. Her moans and pleads were enough to drive him over the edge. He thrusted a few more time and cried out.
"Christine!" He shuddered hard against her, falling atop her with a cry of pleasure when his climax struck him like lightning. Their bodies were slick with perspiration and they both panted in exhaustion.
He kissed her shoulder as he rolled on to his side next to her. "Mmm that was amazing."
"Mhmm," she mumbled. There was a dull pain within her and she felt unfulfilled from the pressure that had been building inside her. She shuddered against him and kissed him lazily. "Mmm… I love you."
"Love you too," he mumbled and curled up against her. They fell asleep like that, curled up in an intimate embrace. Erik's parents didn't even notice he was gone, so they spent all night together.
