Erik leaned back and sank down into the claw foot bath tub only leaving his head above the water. A little bit of water splashed over the edge, damping a little bit of the bottom of Christine's silk dressing robe. She sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing rose oil onto his scalp. He closed his eyes and sighed, "That feels good."

"I know. You had a tough day."

After a few more minutes of silence, he spoke again, "What am I going to do, Christine?"

"You are going to enjoy this bath and relax." She rubbed the remainder of the oil on her hands down his neck and onto his shoulders.

"You know I can't do that. What can I do Charlotte? I didn't want her turning out like me, so full of anger with herself, with the world that I didn't realize she ended up just as selfish as I was." He opened his eyes, "She asked me if she could have him like he was doll she could put on her bed. She doesn't understand."

Christine laughed lightly, "I think Charlotte understands. Is that not what you wanted with me originally? You wanted to possess me with no concern or care of my feelings or desires?" She raised her fingers back to his scalp and started to massage it again. "If you could learn to change, Charlotte will too as long as you show her. And there is plenty of time for her to turn around."

Christine stood up and lifted a pink bar of soap off of a wooden stand. She gently placed it in the water and lathered it up.

"Your rose soap?"

"You smell like shit."

"Well, I did tussle with him in the stables."

Christine sighed.

"Only for a few seconds! Until I got it sorted out."

"Sit up. I can't bathe you if you're fully underwater."

The Phantom obeyed. His shoulders relaxing as his wife ran the soap over his chest and down his arms. He squirmed and giggled as she turned the bar and rubbed it under his armpit.

She laughed and dropped the soap into the water, "All these years and I didn't know you were ticklish!"

"Please don't! He wrapped his arms around his body. "You know how I hate things I can't control; especially with my body."

"I'll remember that when I wash lower regions of your body," She smirked at him as she lifted the soap back up.

He narrowed his eyes and unwrapped his arms.

"I promise I will not do anything on purpose," she lathered the bar of soap up heavier before rubbing it quickly under his arms, barely leaving any suds on his underarm hair. "That wasn't so bad was it?" She now rubbed the bar back across his chest, leaving a trail of suds before slowing running it back and forth across what of his abdomen was above water.

His breath hitched.

She let go of the soap, letting it float, "I should let you finish and change out of this wet robe."

"But you said I was to relax and enjoy this bath. And I am. This has been an unusual delight." He smiled at her, "Don't tease me."

The Diva untied her dressing gown, letting it fall to the floor. Only in her chemise and pantalettes she no longer had to worry about long sleeves to get wet and heavy. "I think the rose oil would be better for this, wouldn't you agree?" She removed the bottle from the floor, pouring some into her hands, smearing it over her palms and fingers.

Erik laughed lightly, "This feels rather…juvenile."

Brushing her hand lightly down his stomach, under the waterline, Christine paused running her fingers through his pubic hair. "You're enjoying it though. Something different…" She wrapped her hand around his girth, already finding him semi-erect.

Her hand found a steady rhythm Erik responded to with whimpers and twitches; both of their movements splashing water onto the floor.

She kissed his cheek before leaning in and whispering into his ear, "Sing for me my angel."

Erik lay prone one the bed, now in a nightshirt, eyes barely open, a satiated smile on his lips as he watched Christine mop up the wet bathroom floor with towels. Every time she bent over, her pantalettes' gusset allowed him a lovely view of her glistening womanhood. How joyous to know pleasuring me still excites her. Will she tell me though…I do not know if I can perform again…I am not the man I used to be…I am too relaxed now.

When finished, she discarded the wet towels in a corner of the bathroom. She turned around and smiled at her husband, "You look quite satiated."

"I am. Thank you, Angel. That was a lovely treat after a stressful day."

Christine changed into her nightgown and put a new dressing robe over it.

"You're not coming to bed?"

"It's a little early. And I know you're too spent."

Erik rolled onto his back, "I could try. And if not I can return the favor with my fingers."

The Diva walked over the bed and kissed him lightly, "You're half asleep. In the morning?"

He smiled, "That sounds wonderful."

"I'm going to check on Charlotte. She hasn't left her room since you came home. Maybe she'll respond to me."

"Good luck," Erik groaned as he turned on his side.

Christine closed the door and headed down the hall to her oldest daughter's room. She knocked on the door, "Charlotte, darling? I know you're upset but may I come in? I thought we could talk, girl to girl." After a few moments of silence. She knocked again, "Charlotte?" Christine turned the doorknob and opened it. She turned the gaslights on and there was no sign of the girl in the room.