Questions and Answers
"Do you really want to marry her?"
Erik inhaled sharply causing Christine to sit up, her curly hair falling over her chest - how convenient. Erik ran a hand through his hair, sitting up to meet Christine's gaze. She was concerned, her brow furrowing inward to create a crease on her small forehead. She searched Erik's mismatched eyes as he fished for an answer, the truth. Christine was breathing softly as she shook her head, grabbing her teacher's hands with an apologetic expression. Pressing a kiss to his hand, she nodded firmly and threw her legs over the side of the bed, bringing the bed sheet with her.
"Where are you going?" Erik asked curiously, suddenly realizing that he was completely nude.
"I'm hungry. Do you want something?" He eyed the sheet, then glanced down at his exposed self. With a giggle, she handed the sheet back to him. "I'm sorry, teacher." Christine grabbed Erik's button-up shirt from the floor and draped it over her petite body, scurrying to the kitchen. Suddenly, Erik's phone began to ring, causing him to spill the water on the bed that he was drinking.
"Shit!" He yelled, frantically running over to his pants to retrieve his phone. Emptying his pockets onto the chair, he grabbed his phone and answered it as smoothly as he could. "Hello? Hello?"
"Hello dear!" Bailey's happy voice rang through the phone. "Where are you?"
"I'm-I'm still at the school. You know, midterms are next week and I'm having to prep a lot for them, the tests. What do you need?" Erik smacked himself in the face, mentally hitting himself over the head with a hammer for sounding like a fool.
"Oh, I was just wondering where you were! I'm just heading off to my Zumba class. I'll be out with Gina tonight." Erik could hear her unlock her car door - he was in the clearing. "Well, don't work too hard my dear, I know how you get." Erik's eyes practically fell out of his head as they trailed up Christine's naked figure. His little kitten was leaning against the door frame, seducing him with strawberries.
"Y-Yeah..." He breathed out, his heart racing. Christine had heated up some hot fudge and scooped some up with her finger. "Holy..." Erik mumbled, dropping the phone. Thankfully, he caught it before it hit the floor.
"Erik? Is everything okay?" Erik rubbed his eye, shaking his head.
"Everything is great! I just spilled some coffee on one of my student's essays accident. Silly me!" Erik shut his eyes, trying to shield himself from the siren in the doorway.
"Are you sure you're alright? You sound awfully frantic? Honey, I don't want you to get another headache. I know how cranky you get when you get a headache."
"STOP!" He mouthed to Christine, who had now sprayed whipped cream down the crevice of her breasts. She was giggling to herself, paying no attention to her teacher. Throwing her head back, she moved the can of whipped cream down to the point of no return. "I'm really quite fine, I gotta go! Bye!"
"Oh, okay! Well, I love y-" Click. Erik threw his phone down on the chair, his ears filled with the harmonious sound of Christine's giggling.
"Teacher..." She purred, spraying some whipped cream onto her finger. Erik crawled onto the bed, situating himself between her legs. She was covered in cream. "Suck." Sticking out her finger, Erik took her whipped cream covered digit in his mouth, the sweetness of the cream and the softness of her skin filling the heat of his mouth. She exhaled a shaky breath at the sensation of his tongue circling her finger, his teeth dragging at the flesh of her finger ever-so-delicately. Popping her finger out of his mouth like a lollipop, Christine laid back on the pillows as Teacher hovered over her.
"That was very bad, what you did..." Christine bit her lip, looking up into his eyes, her own eyes dark with lust. "Teasing me while I was on the phone with her..." Christine shrugged her shoulders, smiling not-so-innocently.
"Well, if you're so mad about it, why don't you punish me? We have until ten and it's only... Seven." Erik grabbed the can of whipped cream with a devilish smile. Shaking the can of cream, he began spraying the cool sweet topping in a line down her sex. Nodding in approval of his work of art, he bent his head down and smiled up at the student.
"You should know kitten, whenever I'm on the phone... You should never tease me." Christine gasped at the collision of sensations once her teacher's tongue met with the cream above her sex. He smoothly moved his tongue up and down, lapping up all of the white cream, sucking at the swollen nub. "And you're right..." He mumbled, glancing up at his student. Christine's eyes were closed, her back arched as she bit her bottom lip. Without any warning, Erik pressing two fingers into her, moving at a slow, painfully tempo. "A lot of things can be accomplished in three hours."
"Ah, Teacher..." She exhaled, clawing at the sheets beneath her. He ignored her pleas. Holding down her bucking hips with his free hand, he curled his fingers within her and moved his tongue up and down her once again. He pressed on that spot relentlessly, making sure she knew that teasing him while he was on the phone was not an option. Christine was breathing roughly. "T-Teacherrrrrrr..." Erik reached up to caress her full breast, cupping it as he moved with a fast tempo.
"What do you want, Christine?" He whispered against her taut thighs, his teeth nipping at the skin. His thumb rolled circles on the swollen nub. "Tell me... Tell your teacher what you want..." She looked like she was trying to talk, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth.
"I... I... Ohhhhh..." She sighed in pleasure as her teacher pressed on her clit, teasing it endlessly. She could feel his fingers in him once more. "Tea... Teach..." She could barely form words.
"Christine, tell the teacher what you want..." He whispered as he hovered over her once again. His fingers were still in her, moving ridiculously slow, trying to coax the answer out of her. He could come right now just feel her tighten around his fingers. Erik groaned at the sensation. Burying his face into her neck, he sucked on her neck, sure to leave a mark tomorrow. "Tell Erik what you want..." With a final press to that spot, Christine rolled her hips with his motions and clawed at his back, pressing his head further into her neck.
"You. I want you!" She cried out as she rose out her orgasm on his hand. Panting heavily, she lifted Erik's head and looked into his eyes. Pressing her lips to his, she took an uneven breath. "You... I want you..." She whispered, turning him onto his back.
His expression turned frightened as he took a sharp breath. She rest on his torso, leaning down placing a trail of light kisses down his chest. With a deep breath, she lowered herself down on him. Erik gasped as he gripped tightly on her hips, waiting for her to adjust herself. She felt amazing. Christine exhaled, pressing her palms flatly against his chest and with her infamous giggle, she started off on a slow rhythm. Erik smiled up at his student, finally realizing the answer to her question. As she began to move, he felt something within him, within his heart. He couldn't explain it. They moved perfectly together, her body against his, her fingers intertwined with his. Erik was in bliss and total ecstasy. Sitting up to meet a new sensation, Erik moved Christine's curly hair to the side, his lips lightly grazing her collarbone. Pressing her body as close as he could, he mumbled the words he would make sure she would never forget, now as they've become one.
"You have me, always."
Midterms were finally over - for both of his classes - and he finally had a couple days off of school. Erik couldn't remember where he felt a heavier weight lifted. For some reason, his music theory midterm was more of a bitch than it was last year. His students seemed to have had amnesia or something, he couldn't comprehend why they were doing so horribly in his class. He just wanted to get to the four day weekend - who didn't?
"Erik!" Bailey greeted her fiancé as he walked into the living room, sighing in relief. "You look exhausted, babe."
"Midterms are a bitch." Bailey smiled, grabbing her fiancé's coat. "How are you, my dear?"
"I'm good. The salon is finally going to be ready to be reopened - well the back part, anyway." Erik nodded, distracted by Christine's image in his head. "Hey Erik, I have a question."
"Yes?" Bailey blinked a few times, her blonde ponytail swishing back and forth.
"You have four days off of work, right?" Erik gave a nod as Bailey looked around the room curiously. "Well..." She began, tracing patterns on the table. "I was wondering..."
"If you could go to that beauty salon convention this weekend with Mindy?" Bailey was surprised, confused mostly. Erik placed a chaste kiss on her forehead, standing to his feet. Stretching his arms up and over his head, he walked into the kitchen. "You don't need my permission, Bailey. You're thirty three years old. Will you be taking the train or driving?" Bailey was still perplexed. She stood in the archway, tilting her head in utter disorientation. "What?" Erik asked, stuffing a cookie into his mouth.
"How did you know about the convention?" Erik finished chewing, wiping his hands of the excess crumbs. "Did I already ask you about the convention?"
"No, no. I saw the pamphlet on the bathroom counter. How did you think I found out, dear?" Now, Erik was the confused one. Bailey shrugged her shoulders, slowly backing out of the kitchen. "Bailey?"
"I just thought maybe you called Mindy." Bailey was smiling, tidying up the coffee table. Erik narrowed his eyes in skepticism, walking out towards his distant fiancée. "That's all, Erik." She pushed past him, walking up the stairs. He soon followed.
"Do you have something else to share with the class?" Erik followed Bailey into the bedroom. Bailey tore off her loose shirt, throwing it into the hamper. She didn't wear a bra. "Bailey, put a shirt on for Christ's sake!" Erik groaned at the sight. Bailey was toned, she was a Zumba instructor. As she walked around the closet half naked, Erik leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest. "Bailey, how did you think I found out about the convention... Or better yet, why are you acting so weird?"
"Weird? I'm not acting weird!" She threw her hands up defensively.
"Why is it such a big deal that I found out about the convention before you asked me about it?" Bailey finally put a sports bra on, making Erik's thought process easier.
"It's not a big deal, okay? Let's just drop it. I'm going to be late for my class." Bailey grabbed her Nike's and workout bag, yet again pushing past Erik. "I'll see you tonight. Don't forget to eat dinner."
"Wait! It's not Wednesday! Where are you going?" Erik chased Bailey down the stairs, grabbing her arm gently before she could escape out the front door. "Bailey Sierra LaFavre, where the hell are you going?" Erik seethed through his teeth. He was angry, very angry. Bailey rolled her eyes, moving out of his grip.
"What, so you can stay after school to grade stupid English papers and dumb musical notes for five hours and I can't go to an extra class?" She spat back at him, tapping her foot in impatience. "Erik, it's just another Zumba class. Calm the fuck down."
"We don't have the money for another fucking Zumba class!" Erik shouted at the blonde. "Those classes cost a lot of money - money that we don't have, Bailey! We're trying to pay for a wedding right now, a cliff side wedding!" Bailey averted her eyes to the floor, blinking furiously at his angry words. The engagement ring sparkled in the sunset, streaming through the windows. Bailey sighed, shaking her head in determination. Pushing Erik aside, she made her way for the front door, hoping to God that he didn't follow her - that would truly be the miracle of the evening.
"Well... Maybe if you stopped teaching music and started writing it yourself again, we'd have the money to spend on one more Zumba class."
"She's right you know." Christine spoke gently as she took another piece of pizza.
"I like teaching, Christine. Composing isn't what I want to do, anymore. Besides, if I was a composer, I wouldn't get to see you everyday." Christine blushed at his comment, biting into the warm cheese pizza. Erik pressed the speakerphone button as he leaned back on his office chair.
"That would be a problem then, wouldn't it?" Christine giggled, wiping her hands on a napkin. "Do you have sex with her?" Erik almost fell out of his chair when he heard Christine's question.
"Christine!" He scolded her through the phone, feeling very awkward and uncomfortable. "I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you."
"Basically, you're telling me that you don't have sex with her." Erik wanted to pull his hair out as she sounded completely serious at her obscene questioning. "Is she bad in bed, then?"
"Christine Daaé!" He shouted again. "You can't just ask people that!"
"From what I've gathered is that you never have sex with your fiancée, because she's bad in bed." Christine giggled hysterically, picking up another piece of pizza. "Come on, a mistress has the right to know." Erik slid his hand down his face in agony. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back on his chair again.
"We almost never have sex, Christine. She's very tired from working all day at the salon and then her classes, then whenever I try to get her to bed, she always makes up an excuse. Whenever I do get her to bed, it's very short and she ends up finishing quickly and falling asleep. It's not like how it used to be, I'll tell you that." Christine leaned back in her couch, the sound of André's purring causing her to smile. "Our relationship is not what is used to be, but maybe after we get married, it'll change." Christine dropped her piece of pizza once she heard the m-word.
Her heart fell into the pit of her stomach, churning endlessly into an abyss of despair. She felt like crying, but no - she couldn't let Erik hear her defeat! She's just a girl... A student. Once the school year was over, he would get a new wave of students and classes; he would forget all about his kitten and hell, he'd even be married by then. Even so, she couldn't shake the feeling of being hopelessly in love with her teacher and how distraught she felt whenever he said the m-word around her. She twirled a piece of hair around her finger, shutting her eyes tightly to try and clear her mind of the unrequited feelings that overtook her at that moment, yet nothing seemed to help, nothing is going to help.
"Christine? Are you still there, kitten?" Erik's voice broke her silence as she slowly opened her eyes. Tears unwillingly streamed down her face as she wiped them away quickly, trying to avoid suspicion.
"Y-Yes, hello! I'm still here. I was just cleaning up my dinner!" Christine slapped herself in the forehead for sounding so stupid. "Listen, I'm gonna go now. I'll see you later, Erik. Bye-"
"Wait! Christine, what's wrong?" Christine bit her lip. "Something's wrong..." Erik could sense it in her urgency.
"No, nothing is wrong. I just really have to go now. Have a nice weekend, okay? Relax and get some much needed sleep, okay Erik? I'll call you tomorrow!" Christine put the decorative pillow over her face, preparing to scream into it when he hung up, if he ever did.
"No, no, no. Not so fast, Christine. Bailey is leaving for the weekend. Do you want to come over and stay with me?" Christine removed the pillow and sighed. "We can go away for the weekend, Christine. I know just the place." His voice was smooth, calm. Christine's heart melted once again, just as it did on the first day of school. "Just us two for four days, how does that sound? I'll buy you all the Chinese food you want. You can even bring André." Christine took a deep breath, looking at the fat cat beside her. He was laying in his back like a dog, purring furiously as he slept.
"Erik..." Christine mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"Christine..." He mimicked her tone, leaning forward onto his desk. With a defeated sigh, she stood up and actually picked up the empty box of pizza this time. Heading towards the kitchen, she placed the box on top of the trash can and headed into her room. Falling on top of her bed, she cursed the day that Erik Lantier first thought of ever becoming an English teacher.
"I'll go with you to wherever you want to take me, on one condition." Erik smiled widely, knowing that his plan for the weekend was slowly all coming together. Christine took a deep breath and closed her eyes, bracing herself for the answer to her condition, only knowing that it could be very bad or so bad that he would never speak to her again, and truly she would want the lesser of two evils. "You play me some of your music, Dr. Lantier."
Christine was frantic as she looked down at the barely packed suitcase on her bed. Erik was going to be there in fifteen minutes to pick her and André up to take them to the mystery destination and she was barely packed! He had told her little about the actual destination, leaving her no clue about how to pack. All he told her was to, 'Bring your pretty self, that's all you'll need.' Christine was frustrated and annoyed at the point of the conversation. Her she stood with a barely packed a suitcase and fifteen minutes left to pack for a four day weekend. She was about ready to pull out her hair. Stomping her foot on the ground with aggravation, she turned around to face her closet and took a deep breath.
"Fuck it!" She yelled out, grabbing four pairs of jeans and four skirts. Moving to her shirts, she grabbed four random t-shirts and four blouses. She had no idea what she was doing. "Don't give me that look." She pointed her finger at the orange and white cat who had made his home inside her suitcase. Grabbing some lingerie (just in case), she stuffed it in her suitcase and grabbed some other essentials. "There, that should be enough, don't you think?" With a nod, she moved her cat off of her suitcase and zipped it up with satisfaction.
Christine went to her kitchen to put some cat food, cat toys, and André's bed all in a bag. Humming along to her favorite Beatles song, she moved back into her room and changed into some leggings and a large sweater, hoping that the wind had died down by now. She hated the way her hair looked when the wind got caught in it. Soon, there was a soft knock at the door. With an excited step, she moved to her door, she opened the door only to be met by a bouquet of Lillie's and a very tall masked man behind them.
"Good morning, my kitten." Erik smiled widely, handing the bouquet to Christine. The student beamed up at the teacher, grabbing the flowers from him. "Are you ready?"
"Barely, you didn't give me much of a hint as to how to pack..." Christine trailed off as she looked for a vase to put her flowers in, humming again.
"Well, we're going to be indoors most of the time... You won't be dressing up or anything. I just thought girls were naturals at packing." Erik shrugged his shoulders as he bent down to pet André. "Well hello sir, are you ready for our trip?" The cat meowed in happiness.
"Well, I packed my whole closet. Let me go get my suitcase and André's bag-"
"No, let me." Erik smiled softly, swiftly moving past Christine's petite body. Soon, he emerged from her room with the purple suitcase. "Where is his bag?" Christine pointed to the couch with a timid blush arising to her cheeks.
"Tell me teacher, where are we going?" Christine purred as she moved her hands around his waist.
"That my kitten, is a surprise." Turning around, Erik put the bag around his shoulder with a smile. Bringing her chin up and a kiss to the top of her head, Erik smiled widely and looked over her shoulder at the crooning cat. "Let's go before your cat gets suspicious."
Christine, Erik, and André drove for about two hours until they hit a remote lake house, a beautiful wooden lake house whose balcony faced a clear, glassy and vast lake. Christine had never seen such a sight. The lake house had green shutters and the interior was decorated with gorgeous antique furniture. With a grandiose fireplace both on the first floor in the living room and in the master bedroom, Christine couldn't form words at the expansive lake house Erik took her to. The chandelier that hung above in the living room was made of Swarovski crystal, a phenom in itself. As they settled in, André found a bed for himself on the lavish couch near the fire that Erik immediately made on the first floor. The house was loft style, the stairs leading up to an open bedroom. Christine had no complaints.
"This place is so incredible, Erik..." Christine gasped in awe as she fell onto the bed. "How long have you had this house?"
"This was my first house, actually. I come here sometimes when I want to get away from the city. It helps me calm down, in a way." Erik put the bags in the closet, discarding his coat and sweater. "Do you like it?"
"I love it." Erik smiled widely as he walked towards the beaming girl, sitting at the edge of the bed. She reached her arms up, bringing Erik in for a tight embrace. She was so warm against his body. "You're perfect."
"Do you want to know a secret?" Erik mumbled, moving a stray curl from Christine's face.
"Always." Christine grinned, placing her tiny hands in his; they were minuscule compared to Erik's.
"You are the first woman I've brought to my lake house." If it was possible, Christine smiled even wider. Her eyes lit up as she jumped up, wrapping her arms around Erik's neck. Her strong legs snaked around his waist, gripping onto him with impeccable power.
"Erik." Christine rested her forehead on his, his mask cooling her heated skin. His hands mischievously landed on her bottom, holding her up as she made a strange noise once she felt his hands on her. "Erik!" Pressing her body further into him, she looked back at his hands, rolling her eyes.
"Christine, I-" Christine cut off the older man with the crash of her lips on his, not wanting to hear what he had to say. She didn't want to hear the m-word, or her name, or anything else! Christine just wanted to feel the warmth of his lips, the welcoming of his tongue, and the bond that held them together so tightly as she clung onto him with every bit of strength she had. "Christine, Christine..." Erik let Christine down gently onto her toes, the smooth skin of from the back his fingers meeting with her soft cheek.
"Yes?" He looked flustered, uneasy. His hand trailed down to her shoulder, down her arm, and into her hand. He was trembling. "Erik... What's wrong?" Christine looked up at him with her big green eyes.
"You're the first... I've never even brought Bailey here..." He began, fiddling with the hem of Christine's sweater. "She doesn't even know I have a lake house... A separate house..." Christine nodded slowly as he breathed heavily, his hands bringing the small student closer to him by the hips. "Christine, you know that I've never done anything with a student before... Before you came along, right?"
"That's what you've told me, yes." Christine tilted her head in confusion. "Erik, what's wrong? You're scaring me." Christine stepped away from the teacher, pulling her arms to her sides. "You're not making any sense right now."
"I mean, for Christ's sake... I'm sixteen years older than you and that's an unbelievable feat in its own way." Christine glanced at the front door, trying to calculate the distance from the bed to the door in her head. She was no math whiz. She figured if he kept going on about whatever he was talking about, staring at the floor in a daze like he was, she could escape with André no problem. With a slight exhale, Christine side stepped ever-so-gently. "I'm also your teacher, I mean... That's crazy. I've never looked at a student in a romantic way before you were a student of mine." Christine took another step, turning her body. Erik was still looking at the floor. Christine closed her eyes and took a deep breath. With one final step, she would be on the staircase. Slowly, but fully determined, she moved her foot only to pause mid-step, frozen in her skin, her bones petrified. "I just never thought I would fall in love with someone so much younger than me."
"W-What did you j-just say?" Christine turned around again to face her teacher, her eyes wider than he had ever seen. She was breathing heavily, her hands held up in hesitation.
"I said a lot of things." Erik stated, watching Christine approach him timidly. "Which part are you referring to?"
"You s-said that y-you didn't know t-that you f-fell in l-love..." Christine blankly stared at Erik's chest, her gaze glossy. Erik tried to figure out how she was able to not blink for so long. Lifting her tiny chin up with his hand, he met her quivering lips. He had never tasted lips so sweet before. He was in heaven. "E-Erik..." She breathed as they pulled apart, her eyes still closed shut. Christine was on her tip toes, her hands grasping onto his muscular forearms. "Do you mean it?"
"Every word." Christine slowly looked up at Erik, their eyes meeting in a venerated gaze. Erik brought his lips to hers once more, reassuring the girl that his word was true, reassuring her that his heart was hers to have, to hold, to keep, and to break. With a trembling exhale, Christine ran her fingertips down his cheek, making sure that this wasn't a dream, that this was indeed the perfect start to the perfect weekend, with the man in room 211.
"I love you."