Amelia's mind raced, she started cleaning and organizing the dressing room, trying to prevent all thoughts from entering her head. She couldn't stand it. Nothing in that room could be clean enough as and scrubbed and dusted and polished. She started singing while she worked, remembering the sensual lyrics to "Past the Point of No Return" from the musical. She danced around feeling relaxed by the familiarity of the song.
As she lost herself in the daydreams, picturing Erik's arms around her, she closed her eyes and let the music go uninhibited. She hoped no one would be around to hear her singing in English, let along singing at all. It was too bad she wouldn't get to simulate this song with Erik…
She felt a quick breeze and then a familiar pair of hands on her shoulders. The rush of contact only made her jump for a second. She knew who was so sensually grabbing her shoulders, almost swaying with her to the music. Her eyes remained closed for just another few minutes before succumbing to reality.
Her eyes opened seeing a figure in the mirror, focusing in on his beautiful eyes and she turned to face him. For a split second, she just wanted to melt in to his strong arms and let him take her back to his lair. She wrapped her arms around his neck and waited, continuing to hum the tune quietly.
She couldn't help it, his eyes bore in to her, staring, wanting, she reached up to his face to take off his mask, and his hand quickly caught her wrist and held it back. Her other hand came up to meet the other side of his face, gripping the base of his neck, caressing. His eyes closed enjoying the gesture, and his grip on her wrist lessened enough so she could remove his mask letting it drop to the floor.
His mouth formed an O reflexively, but his eyes stayed closed. His body tensed at her touch, and she stroked the scars on his face. Her fingertips felt each dent and scar remembering how this face had kissed her and lay naked on her bare chest. She stood on her tip toes and kissed each of his cheeks waiting for him to stop her.
He didn't, but he met her lips in the middle and kissed her so forcefully she felt the electricity all over. Her response spurred him on and she couldn't imagine breaking apart. His hands were in her hair pulling pins out of their place, grabbing at the nape of her neck pulling her closer. As his hands tightened, she moaned and whispered in his ear. His hands got tighter until he was pulling her away from him forcefully until they were eye to eye.
"Erik, please don't do this… you're going to get hurt."
"You will stay out of this dressing room and away from her," he hissed.
"Does she look at you this way, Erik?" she pressed, hopefully, "does she kiss your face?"
He shoved her back from him, but his eyes were suddenly childlike. He groped around until he found his mask, once replaced his eyes changed quickly, "You know nothing."
She walked up until their noses were nearly touching, "You can't speak to me like that without the mask can you? How dare you, you are a hypocrite, Erik! Picking the more beautiful of two choices, right? I thought by know you'd know how that felt."
If he flinched, it was so subtle, his hand was flexing and with a flourish of his cape, his was gone through the mirror, back to his safe world. Amelia felt numb. How could he leave after kissing her?