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Current Mood: giddy
Current Location: Opera House, manager's office
Current Music: The Cure - Love Song

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When; Thursday; No-Self-Control Day
Rating; PG-13 for lovey-doveyness
Characters; Erik (

musicalcorpse) and Christine (

angel_aria)
Summary; It's no-self-control day, so the two lovebirds obviously are wanting some one-on-one time together.
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The Opera House was mostly silent, its occupants oblivious to the raucous created outside. Almost everyone had seemed to lose all control, and Christine was no exception. It wasn't as if the curse had suddenly thrown these emotions on her; she had felt this way for Erik for quite some time. The curse was just nudging her along with nothing but encouragement.

She ascended the stairs towards the manager's office, forcing herself to not run the rest of the way. She paused for a moment outside of the door, checking to make sure she looked presentable. She normally wasn't vain, but she wanted to look beautiful for her Angel of Music.

Taking a deep breath, Christine knocked on the door lightly, waiting for his response. No matter how close they became, she knew that he would still value his privacy.

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Erik slowly opened the door, even though he had taken a room of his own above ground he still had a penchant for using candles. Today he was very glad that he ignored the electric wiring that ran through out the opera. With the curtains drawn the room became its own night for the two alone to witness. Candlelight cast a glow on Christine that took his breath away.

"Christine," his thin hands grasped the door frame as he took in every detail of her face knowing that this moment and the rest that would follow were to be cherished. Erik remembered himself and drew away from the door to let her pass, "Do come in."

Christine's face flushed at the mere sight of him. How could I have ever compared Raoul to Erik? she wondered, stepping inside his room. He doesn't have half of the strength and beauty that Erik possesses.

This was her first time being in his room, surprisingly enough, and her eyes roamed it in wonder, yet always seeming to drift back to Erik, his cloak draping him like a second shadow. There were many things in the room familiar to her: the coffin bed, the pipe organ against one wall, the music box with the monkey-playing-the-cymbals attached sitting on a small side table.

'This is almost as exactly as I remember it,' she told him. He hasn't changed a bit...but I would not want it any other way, she thought, meeting his eyes shyly. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl who has finally managed to spend some time with her young love.

She had hardly entered the room at all but Erik was driven to touch her. His hand hovered over her hair, and then finally brushed the soft dark curls off of her shoulder. This still was not enough. His hand tapered down her back and turned to touch her elbow and slide from there to her hand. Erik felt the skin of his face pulled taught as he grinned like a cheshire cat as he lifted Christine's hand to his face.

It was then that a slight shiver went through him. The mask... As deftly as he could, Erik lifted the mask enough to reveal his mouth properly to kiss the top of her hand.

Christine sighed in content, returning the smile. She loved him, she knew that. She wanted to know everything about him; his entire history, what inspired his genius....she wanted to see the face behind the mask. She knew what he looked like; she had made the terrible mistake of removing the mask without his permission years ago. It had frightened her, but such fear was foreign to her now. She wanted to explore the contours of his face, to show him that she didn't care what he looked like, that she was finally able to find the man behind the monster.

'I love you,' she said, her heart racing. This was the first time she had vocalized it, and it sounded sweet on the tip of her tongue; the curse encouraged her to say it again. 'I love you, Erik.'

Erik froze as he felt Christine's fingers skim along the edge of the mask. Her eyes were so warm, burning like the candles around them. He sighed and lowered his eyes. If this was what she wanted, he would not refuse her. "Christine, I love you. I love you so."

With his heart beating in a drumming manner, he nodded to answer her unasked question to remove the mask.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she removed the mask to see her lover's face. The sight would have made any normal woman scream and faint with terror, but Christine did neither. Her hand trembled slightly as she stroked Erik's corpse-like face, but it was not out of fear. It was everything else; the darkness, the candles casting a seductive glow, and Erik's presence.

She moved closer to him, standing on her tip-toes slightly to kiss his lips softly. 'I am not afraid,' she told him. 'Not anymore...' She kissed him once again in confirmation, her lips lingering a moment or two longer than she had anticipated. Everything was perfect. This was something they should have done years ago.

Her touch and her words were potent. Erik could feel the tremor through her fingertips but at this point he was so intoxicated that he was certain it was his own. His eyes slid shut in utter pleasure at the kind and simple touch of her hand.

With his eyes shut he was about to protest when she moved her hands away from his face but they were replaced by a much sweeter sensation. A kiss, a true kiss for Erik at long last. Erik brought his hands to rest at Christine's waist, mildly marveling at their proximity as his mouth moved against hers. Each time they moved to part he requested silently for another kiss.

She didn't know how long they stood there, simply relishing in the feel of their lips against each other. She wanted it to last forever, but finally managed to draw back slightly to brush her lips against the rest of his face. She planted soft kisses here and there; on his eyelids, forehead, cheeks. Christine wrapped her arms around his neck gently, gazing up into his eyes.

Overcome with emotion, she could feel tears begin to well up. She fought them as best she could, but a trickle or two managed to escape her. 'I am so sorry for what I had done to you...before,' she murmured. The past was something that haunted everyone, and its pain was relentless. He had been too shocked when she had first arrived to register her apology before, but she felt it was needed. 'I will never hurt you again, my sweet, dear Erik.'

Happiness, this is true happiness. Nothing shall separate us from each other again. At last, I have all I could have ever wanted here.

Erik sighed with each and every small kiss. She did not scream nor shrink from him. It was as though he were any other person. Erik felt like he was like every other person and it was a gift.

He gasped lightly when he watched two clear and crystaline tears roll down her cheeks. His heart clenched painfully reminding him how fast it had swelled. Was there something wrong? Was this to end? No.

Her words resonated in the air, soothing the dawning dread. "Christine," Erik brought a finger to rest on her full lips, "no apologies or thoughts of a past that has scarred us both. It is a passing shadow of a memory that shall shrink to nothing with the memories will will create." He craned his neck and kissed her tears, stroking her cheek.

She truly loves me.

His words soothed her, his cold touch reassuring. At last, the guilt she had felt was gone, replaced by a feeling so pure and strong that she thought she would sing from the elation of it. Raoul had made her feel similar, but this...this was so much more. This was a real, true love, the kind that people wrote operas and fairy tales about.

If this is the fate the City condemns me to, I go to it willingly, she thought, meeting her lips with his for another kiss. Pulling away slightly, she withdrew one hand from behind his neck to wipe the remaining tears away, the other toying with his hair gently. 'So, monsieur...we've made a good start on our new life together, oui?' she smiled. 'What do you wish for?'

She was curious as to what he wanted. He had always been more than willing to give her what she wanted, but now it was his turn. At this point, she felt like she would give him the moon if that was what he wished for.

"Wish for?" Erik was taken aback by this question. He looked at her standing there. Here in his arms she stood.

After so long we are together. A life, an eternity! Forever and a day shall we be together!

"Christine, I could not ask for anything more than what I have right now."

He kissed her again, and his arms lifted her up as he held the kiss as long as he could until they sat on a burgundy chaise lounge.

She clung to him as he moved them over to the lounge, their lips still exploring, getting to know one another as they sat there. She drew closer to him, her heart pounding. All of it was beautiful....it was right, it was an eternity of bliss.

What Raoul and I had was nothing compared to this. This is real, this is love, and this is Erik. With him I will remain for all of the eternity that comes with death. Christine drew back once more to nuzzle his neck gently, returning to his lips soon after. It was as if they were magnets drawn to eachother. They couldn't seem to stop, and they didn't care. This curse truly was a blessing in disguise.

Erik and Christine remained in the manager's office, wrapped in a cocoon of their imaginary night and one another's company for many hours. One mask after another was removed with love and care, soon they were bare without fear. There was no more talk of past pain and mistakes, only the present that like the candles burned closer to the future mattered. The ghost and the singer mended what had been broken so long ago in whispers and cries of joy.

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