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Erik woke with a groan. His limbs were stiff and his back ached a little, but all was soothed when he felt her warm and gentle breathing against his back.
Angling his head over his broad shoulder, he smiled. There she was, curled up in a little ball beside him- her hands were flat against his back. Her forehead rested between his shoulder blades.
The red silk covers cast a shine as they coiled around her. It seemed like she had attempted to cover herself from him, maybe an attempt to regain some of the dignity she had lost last had to be the best night in existence.
He turned around and faced her, she made a slight whining noise as his warmth left her. However, he quickly wrapped her up in his arms. A smile radiated from those rouge lips.
"Good morning." He whispered tenderly into her ear. He felt the hairs stick up on the back of her neck as he spoke to her and smirked a little.
That's when he felt an unfamiliar breeze on his head and face. It felt cold and made him go white with panic. Where in god's name was his mask, his wig? Had they fallen of?!
Letting go of her gently, he sat up and scanned around for his mask. His eyes darted left to right as he craned his neck. Using his free hand, he smoothed back the very little hair he had and took a few deep breaths. That was when he felt a reassuring hand on his leg.
"It's okay. I took it off last night, I could sense it was agitating you. Just relax, enjoy the freedom for a while." Her voice soothed him and he laid back down. She curled up on his stomach, those beautiful auburn locks were set free; sprawled across his chest.
For a while they just laid there. Erik stared up at the rocky cavern roof and his lover drifted in and out of sweet sleep. Eventually it had to end, evident as she crawled away from him.
She tried to shield herself from his devilish gaze, to no avail. Whenever she tried to put on an item of clothing it would fall down and it would make him chuckle under his breath. A blush would cross her cheeks and she would turn away more.
"Just relax, enjoy the freedom for a while." Chuckled the unmasked man as he tugged the silken sheet until it fell off her. She recoiled and tried to pull her dress up over herself quickly. Alas, she was too slow and he had seen all.
"It's nothing that I haven't seen before my little vixen." He scooted over to her and wrapped his long arms around her waist, laying kisses along her bare back. Memories of the night before came flooding back.
The music, the caresses and sighs. It was like rapture itself, she quaked under him and he felt so powerful and whole again. As did she. She felt so equal and empowered and very much like a real woman. And she had not a care about what he looked like.
She finished changing into her clothes, Erik slipped away to change into his usual and rather strange fetish for night attire. When he returned, she was stood beside his piano. Leant against it, she let her fingers just skim along the keys; Stopping when he approached.
"Cynthia, please sit-" Before he could finish his polite gesture to try to make her comfortable she interrupted him.
"What about Nadir?" The question struck him cold and hard. He never wanted to face that cruel reality and his friend who he had betrayed so ruthlessly.
In all truth, he had never thought about how he would face his friend. He was selfish in that respect. But he never wanted her to leave, he could stay here with her forever. All they would need would be each other and their music. Blissful, gracious, sinful.
Then again, he had never been a religious man. Always, he strived for the sciences which he didn't doubt were the future for generations and generations to come. Maybe even a next generation that Cynthia may bear, with his help of course.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to keep her down here forever, he knew that she would surely loathe him for it. She tired of even the most humorous company in but a few minutes anyway. He would have to face the world with her.
"We let him down slowly. We don't want him to choke on the information." Jested the Phantom as she came to his side. She entwined her fingers with his and he looked at them. It just seemed so... right.
"Very well then, we shall go." She said in imperative voice. Her tone was hardly ever hesitant or unwavering, it was confident and demanding. That's what he liked, someone who could match his authority and not tremble in his presence.
He was so glad to have found the right woman. And he had seen her naked as the extra. She was indeed beautiful in that form.
As they walked back through the flooded tunnels of the old London sewerage system he looked at her, admiring every part of her as she advanced ahead. Eventually she stopped. He thought perhaps she was lost, but she turned around and looked at him.
"Can you please refrain from doing that." She said as she crossed her arms impatiently over her chest. He was abacked, aghast and made a scoff to suggest so. However, she frowned and tapped her foot upon the stone floor.
"Refrain from doing what, might I ask?" He asked innocently.
"Undressing me with your eyes, it is rather distracting." He gave a little chuckle and stepped forward to catch up to her. Then, in one big motion, scooped his arm under her waist and hoisted her up- picking her up in a bridal motion.
"No."
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