Note: I've uploaded this story once before, but I took it down because I had to fix some things.
Erik had not been expecting Christine to seek him out tonight in the slightest. Seeing her again had intensified his pain but at the same time it had been like some sort of soothing balm. He didn't understand and he never would. He didn't wish to, he just accepted that she had this sort of power over him. He blamed it on the fact that he still loved her. He always would and that was just how it was.
She had glided over to him with such grace that he almost thought this was some intricate dream, one that he never wished to wake from. He would take sleeping for an eternity if it meant he could have her with him over the cruel reality. The sight of her wedding ring had unfortunately jolted him back to reality and he had demanded the reason she'd decided to return to him.
Perhaps he'd been a little too harsh with her because she flinched. The brief flash of hurt in those beautiful eyes caused him instant regret. But before he could attempt to apologize like he was so tempted, he bit his tongue. It didn't matter anyways, because she was already explaining her marital issues with the damned vicomte to him. It wasn't something he was fully interested in hearing but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her.
He listened complacently, twisting his ring around his finger slightly as he did so. There had been a small part of him that hoped that coming to him for this had been her idea. That foolish hope was shattered almost immediately. Despite it sounding like the vicomte and the vicomte alone had been the mastermind behind this, she was intent upon making sure he understood that she'd chosen to go along with it.
He found that he couldn't deny her and he stood, immediately leading her towards the bed. He was sure she'd rather simply get this over with so she'd never have to do such a thing again. He knew he was at a disadvantage as he'd never done anything like this before. He supposed he should remind her so she wouldn't be disappointed further. "Chris-" he started, only to find a slender finger against his malformed lips, silencing him.
"I know.." Christine informed, her tone surprisingly soothing. She knew she'd probably have to take the reins, especially if she wanted this to be taken care of she could get back home before dark. A large part of her felt guilty for using him like this when he so clearly loved her so. It was a part of her that she shoved down. It was no good to overthink it. She was no longer free to entertain the fantasies of what this could be if she decided to give in to the feelings she locked away not too long ago.
Before Erik could say much else, Christine shoved him into a sitting position and unbuttoned his trousers, doing her best not to think too much of it. Within moments she had them pulled down along with his underwear. It was no surprise to her that he was already hard. The man had been pent up for years. The wind blowing a little harder than usual could probably have this effect on him.
Christine decided it would be faster if she didn't remove the dress and it's multiple layers. It would make what she was doing utterly difficult but she didn't mind. It wasn't like they'd be making a mess. So she settled for removing some of the layers on her lower half, straddling his lap afterwards. She didn't give either of them much time to prepare before she sank down onto his member. She winced in pain and stilled for a moment or so. She felt a little wanton for noticing that Erik was actually much bigger than Raoul. It wasn't a bad thing but it was definitely something she wished she'd noticed sooner.
Erik bit his lower lip and put all his concentration into not finishing yet and helping her support the skirts of her dress as much as they could. After a few moments, Christine began to bounce and rock on him slowly. Soft moans left her while almost inaudible grunts were the only noises he'd permit himself to make. He wouldn't dare cover up or drown out the absolutely gorgeous noises that she was making. In a way, they were almost musical and it made him love them all the more. He tried to ignore that this would be the only time that he heard them, but it was rather hard. It was impossible to pretend otherwise when Christine was being so detached.
Christine eventually became more passionate in her movements, her sounds becoming louder and more high-pitched. Erik was almost relieved by this as he wasn't entirely sure he would've been able to hold out for too much longer. The moment he felt his member become damp and the way she seemingly became tighter around him, he stiffened. He was unable to hold back the strained, guttural groan that left him as he clenched his hands in the skirts of her dress.
Much to his surprise, Christine grasped his chin and tugged him into an equally as passionate kiss. He lifted one shaking hand and rested it in her damp curls, grasping them slightly as he returned it. One of her small hands rested on the cool material of his mask and he wasn't even concerned that she might remove it. She slowly pulled away and leaned her forward against his. He took the chance to rest his hands on her waist, closing his eyes as he savored the moment. The only sound in the room was that of their heavy breaths mingling.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself getting lost in the light green depths of hers. They seemed almost warm and tender, a direct contrast to how she'd been the rest of the night. However, the moment wasn't meant to last. Something akin to fear and regret appeared in them and she quickly raised up off of him, hurrying around the room as she grabbed her other layers and pulled them back on. He was left watching her, somewhat thrown off by the sudden change in her mood.
Christine turned back towards him and sighed softly. "I'm sorry, Erik. That shouldn't have happened, the kiss to be exact. I was simply caught up in the moment. I must get back to my husband." she apologized, ignoring the way she could almost see his heart breaking all over again.
Erik didn't have a chance to respond. Christine rushed out of the room, leaving him feeling cold and alone.