A/N: I have been begged to write the next chapter, so here we go!

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Meg and Erik both froze and stiffened. Erik let go of her waist and looked away shamefully.

"Meg, go to your room!" Madame Giry commanded angrily. Meg hurried out, her soft sobs echoing up the hallway. Erik turned from the old woman. She turned to Erik. "And you! You are never to be with her again."

Erik swiftly spun back to her, his normal serious expression broken, concerned eyes on the verge of tears replacing it. "What!?! But I-" he started.

"I've heard enough, Erik! I've seen enough!" she shook her head in disgust. "I thought you were more honorable than that. I will continue to let you stay here, but I don't want to see you near her ever again!" she slammed the door.

Phantom fell to his knees, tears welling up in eyes, and falling to the floor.. "I-I love you, Meg…"

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Meanwhile, in her room, Meg cried into her pillow. Her mother came in and sat on the edge of her bed. Madame Giry rubbed her daughter's back lovingly. "Margaret, Margaret. Are you alright? I can't believe I trusted him-" she started.

Meg looked up and yelled, "Don't you dare say that! I loved him!"

Madame Giry looked at Meg in horror. "You what?" she said, aghast at her daughter's words.

"I love him!" Meg cried.

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Phantom tapped on Meg's window. She smiled, her eyes still red and dry from crying. She opened the window and he jumped in, sweeping her small frame into his arms.

"It's okay, Meg. Don't let it trouble you. She can't keep us apart. No one can." He rocked her slowly in his arms, petting her hair.

She hummed in agreement. She nuzzled into him and sighed in relaxation. He picked her tired being into his arms and laid her on the bed. He laid on it next to her and she shifted herself to lay her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.

She sat up after a minute to look at him. She saw he must've been very uncomfortable in his cloak. She placed her hand at his throat and undid the cape.

He looked up and said, "Do you wish for me to stay?" She nodded and he rose off the bed. He removed the cape fully and shrugged off his jacket. She smiled and laid her head on the pillow.

"You wish for me to spend the night?" she nodded. She moved over and looked up expectantly. He turned slightly red at the implication. He stuttered out, which was very rare for him, "Y-you want me to…" She nodded again. "A-are y-you s-ure? I mean…" he voice trailed off.

"I am only asking you to lie with me, not to take my honesty. Please?" she gave him the eyes. He groaned and laid next to her.

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The next morning, Erik found Meg resting peacefully on his stomach. He stroked her hair lovingly and let his eyes graze over her body. They followed each curve carefully, etching each line into his mind. He eyes fell from her shoulders, to her arms, to her waist, to her hips… Erik shut his eyes and mentally slapped himself.

Meg must've moved around during the night, as her nightgown was riding up, now at mid-thigh. He opened his eyes, convincing himself nothing was showing and he was not ogling her. Simply admiring her. He marveled at her strong, limber legs, strengthened from the harsh ballet training.

She stirred, rolling over to lie on her back. "Good Morning, my little angel," Phantom purred.

"Morning, love. Did you sleep well?" she mumbled, rubbing here eyes.

"Very. I think I sleep better with you lying on me," Phantom teased.

"Well, you are a very good pillow." Meg shot back playfully, stretching her arms. She arched her back, Phantom watching every move. She laid her head back on Erik's shoulder.

Erik turned toward her and placed a finger under her chin, while the other drew her close. He tilted her head toward his and kissed her tenderly. She placed her hand gently on his neck.

"I love you, Meg." Erik whispered.

"I love you too." Meg kissed him again.