I own nothing from Phantom of the Opera! Even though this makes like no difference in the story whatsoever, I'd like to point out that this fic is based on the musical, not the movie adaptation.


Her sparkling eyes took in the candle's fire. The flame danced and it reflected in her eyes. "Christine?" She heard his voice call to her.

"Right here, Angel." Christine smiled up at her Angel of Music. Though he had done terrible things and was known more as the Phantom or the Opera Ghost, he was her Angel.

He sat beside her and raised her hand to his lips, grazing her skin barely. Christine turned to look at him. He was wearing his usual white porcelain mask and what she knew now to be just a wig. Instead of his normal suit that made him look even more mysterious with the combination of the mask, he wore a slightly puffy white button up shirt and his usual black pants.

She stared into his eyes. She had his full attention, as usual. Of course, she'd never take advantage of that or anything else about him. He surprisingly still trusted her after the Don Juan Triumphant incident. He still refused to remove his mask when around her, but she didn't force him to. He would in his own time.

She had been staying with him for quite some time. It seemed like forever, and she was fine with that. Raoul had questioned her feelings for him the moment they had left her Angel's lair. It ended up in a fight until she finally confessed her feelings for the Phantom.

Although he had tried to force her to stay when Raoul had been there, he didn't force her to do anything she didn't want to. He was happy to have her, and preferred that she were here on her own accord.

Christine scooted closer to her beloved Angel, snuggling into his side. He wrapped an arm around her, kissing her cheek.

"Angel?" Christine pulled her head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes.

"Yes, my darling?"

"May I ask...what is your real name? Not that I don't mind calling you Angel, but it'd be nice if I knew your name."

"My name is Erik, m'lady."

"Erik..." She murmured, testing the sound of his name on her lips. Erik's lips twitched upward at the sound of her voice saying his name for the first time. "I like it." She beamed at him, making him smile.

With the smile lingering on his lips, he placed his index finger on her chin, tilting her face up a little more. He leaned down the few centimeters and connected their lips. Her hands rested on his chest as she kissed back.

Does she feel how much my heart is racing? Erik wondered.

Does he realize what he does to me? Christine thought as the kiss deepened.

Her arms moved to rest around his neck.

Erik slid his hands down to her hips, trying to control himself and think straight. He had vowed to himself he wouldn't take her innocence however much he wanted to. At least, not yet. He knew that if her father were still alive, he would disapprove, most likely wanting her to wait till marriage. Of course, it would be hard to not break his vow when she was kissing him the way she was. He tightened his grip on her hips just barely, feeling as though she'd break if he weren't careful.

He definitely wanted to do more than just kiss, but he'd be breaking his own vow. Not that this moment wouldn't be special for him too, I mean, it'd be his first time as well. Erik finally regained some composure. It was just enough to pull away.

Christine looked up at him with a whimper. Her eyes reflected the flames from the candles around them.

"I...I can't do this, Ma Cherie...I'm sorry..."

"W-Why?" She stared at him, obvious hurt shown in her eyes.

Nice going. You have now hurt the one woman you love the most. Congratulations.

He frowned. He never wanted to see that look of hurt on her face.

"I...I just don't want to hurt you, Christine. You're the only thing that give my life meaning." He paused. "I love you."

"I love you too." She smiled. "You won't hurt me...but if you insist on waiting, I will respect your wishes."

"You know it's not because I don't want to...cause I do, right?" He blurted out.

Christine laughed up at him, making him blush slightly. He couldn't believe he just said that.

"I know you do." She placed her hand on his exposed cheek. "I want to as well..."

"I know you do." He mocked, making her pout. Erik finally gave in to the temptation of kissing her briefly once more.

"Is the infamous Phantom afraid he'll lose control when with the one he loves?" She grinned after he pulled away.

Should he lie and say no? No. He wouldn't. Now that he had her with him, he wasn't going to screw it up. "Yes..." Erik mumbled.

Christine's eyes widened. She was only joking. "R-Really?" He nodded, making her eyes widen more. "You don't have to be afraid of hurting me, Erik."

This time, it was his turn to be surprised. It was the second time she had ever said his name. Oh how he loved the way it sounded from her lips.

Those beautiful...kissable lips... He kicked himself for thinking such things. Not that he hadn't thought of things even worse in his dreams of her. If she knew the things he thought of the two of them, she'd certainly be frightened and leave him. Or maybe she wouldn't be...

Either way, he didn't want to risk it. "You know I would no matter how much I could try to prevent it."

"That doesn't mean you should be afraid...If you seriously wish to wait-" Whatever she had been about to say was cut off with his lips on hers.

Erik couldn't stand it anymore. He had to kiss her. Maybe it would lead to more, maybe it wouldn't. He didn't care as long as it was with her. Her lips were so soft against his own. He fully wrapped his arms around her waist as she gripped his shirt, keeping him where he was. Even if she hadn't been doing that, he wouldn't pull away.

He broke the kiss for air and she whimpered again, making him smile. Erik hooked one of his arms underneath her thighs while the other went to her back, lifting her bridal style.

As he carried her to the bedroom, she slowly traced the part of his mask where it cut off to show the non-disfigured part of his face. He stopped about halfway to the bedroom to stare down at her at her finger finished tracing his mask. Smiling, he leaned his head down to connect their lips briefly.

Erik gently laid Christine down on the bed. Her emotions were going crazy! She was so nervous...yet so happy and safe feeling. Placing his legs between hers, she raised her head to meet his lips in a passionate kiss. Christine began to unbutton his shirt when he placed his hands atop hers.

With a smile, he leaned down, brushing his lips to hers for a brief second.

"Don't worry..." He took one hand off hers to caress her cheek. "I'm not stopping you this time."

She smiled up at him before he placed his hand on hers, unbuttoning the shirt himself. It was faster than she would've done it.

Christine stared at his toned chest. It was more muscular than she had thought it would be.

She finally snapped out of the trance she had been in and looked up at Erik to see him smiling.

Christine blushed. It's so un-lady like of me to stare at his chest...

Erik bent down to her ear. "It's very cute when you blush, Christine..." He murmured, the breathing on her neck making her shudder. He raised his head with a mischievous grin. "You seem to react when I breath on your neck..."

She bit her lip, staring into his eyes. His grin was wiped away as his heart melted at the sight of her biting her lip. He rested a hand on her cheek before kissing her gently. His other hand tangled in her beautiful curls.

She instantly kissed back, loving his lips on hers, his hand in her hair.

He pulled away from her lips, kissing down to her neck. He planted a small kiss to her collarbone before kissing her neck. His hands moved way from her face, beginning to take off her bodice.

Christine bit back a moan as the kisses on her neck felt like lightning.

After removing the bodice, he had her arch her back towards him so he could get her corset off easily. Christine sighed, relief washing over her as she was able to breathe better.

He sat up to look at her. She still had her chemise on. Other than that, she had nothing else covering her body besides her undergarment at the hips. The thought of that made him want to rip the bit of clothing off at that moment.

He slowly removed the chemise before kissing her collarbone again, making her shudder. Christine leaned up to meet his lips with her own, pulling his face down so she didn't have to keep her head up.

Breaking the kiss, she allowed him to move back to the sitting position.

Following him, she raised her upper body to a sitting position as well. His arms wrapped around her to help her stay sitting.

Slowly, she began to kiss every part of his exposed face, ending right below his ear.

"When will the flames at last consume us?" She sang softly and seductively in his ear. This time, it was his turn to shudder. That was the first time she sang anything from his opera, Don Juan Triumphant, since the incident.

"What sweet seduction lies before us?" He sang back, though it was making the song out of order.

"We've past the point of no re-" Erik cut off the two of them singing together with a kiss.

Pulling away just barely, she looked into his eyes. She knew that look. It was full of love and caring. This time, it was laced with passion and lust. For a moment, he was no longer Erik. His eyes made him have a Phantom appearance. Christine grazed his exposed cheek with her fingertips and his gaze went back to looking like Erik. They were the same...just not as dark looking.

He was still trying to recover from her soft, seductive singing. He was sure that if he hadn't lost all control he'd had before that, he had lost it after that line. His music. She sang his music.

For me...And only me... Erik smiled.

"I love you, Christine." He murmured, resting his forehead against hers.

"I love you too, Erik." She whispered, smiling.

He pressed his lips to hers. After a few moments, she lightly pushed on his chest, enough for him to know to pull away.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked, brushing a curl away from her face.

"I...I want to see all of you..." She paused. "The man behind the mask."

"No."

"Erik," Christine pleaded. "Please...I know you may not trust me fully with it because you think I'll freak out...Please...let me see the real you."

He stared her in the eyes, searching them for any type of lie. There was none.

He sighed. "Christine..."

"No. I'm not going to react the way I did when I ripped off the mask for the first time." Christine stared at him seriously. "I also won't run away. I promise you."

Erik ran a hand through her curls, closing his eyes.

"I love you, Erik." She mumbled.

He opened his eyes and stared at Christine.

She loves me... If she really loves me...shouldn't she be able to handle me without the mask?

"Erik...you once said 'You learn to see the man behind the monster'. If what you said is true, how can I do that without you taking the mask off?"

He nodded just slightly at her words. "Fine..."

Slowly, Christine removed his mask. Before she could look, he turned that side of his face away.

"Angel of Music, hide no longer..." She sang, gently turning his face so she could look at him.

He refused to meet her eyes, but felt hers examining the finally uncovered side of his face. Gasping softly, he felt her begin to kiss the mangled flesh, one scar after the other. He tightened his grip around her bare waist.

After kissing every scar, she finished with the one on his lips. Gently, he lowered them back down onto the bed fully. He made eye contact with her for the first time since removing his mask. Christine reached up, touching his scarred cheek.

Slowly, he kissed down her body, starting at her neck. He kissed his way down her chest, ending at her stomach. She sighed, her eyes closing slowly.

Kissing her passionately, he removed his pants, biting back a sigh of relief. He then removed the final article of clothing on her petite figure. He felt embarrassed and exposed as it was without his mask. Him fully naked just made it worse. Christine pulled him down into another kiss. Her fingertips ran up and down his chest slowly, making him shudder again.

Her fingers on his chest felt like fire. He groaned at the sensation as he looked down at her. She looked up at him and blushed.

He spread her legs a little wider than before, positioning himself in front of her.

"You sure about this?" He looked her in the eyes. She nodded.

Placing a hand on her cheek, he stroked her face with his thumb repeatedly. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

Gently, he pushed himself inside of her. His heart broke as he saw her start to cry silently.

Bending down, he kissed each of her tears, wrapping his arms tightly around her small frame. "I'm sorry, Christine..." He murmured over and over again into her ear. She nuzzled her face in his neck for comfort.

You hurt her again. Once again, congrats.

He ran a hand through her hair, humming softly in her ear in an attempt to ease her pain. Erik knew it probably wouldn't do much, but it was worth a shot.

She pulled away enough to look into his eyes. Her eyes sparkled, the only trace that she had cried at all.

Pressing his lips to hers, he moved his hands to her face, one tangling in her hair, the other on her cheek. Christine's hands curved under his arms, resting her hands on his shoulder blades.

"We don't have to keep going if-" Erik was cut off by Christine brushing her lips against his.

"I want to...just...be gentle...please." She whispered against his lips.

"As you wish, mon amour." He smiled.

Not breaking eye contact for a second, he began to move his hips slowly. He lent down to Christine's lips, meeting them passionately with his own. His tongue slowly brushed against her lower lip.

Parting her lips barely, she returned the kiss happily.

Eventually, the pain ebbed away, turning into pleasure she had never felt before. Erik broke the kiss, leaning down to kiss her neck. He had stopped for a moment to catch his breath when he heard a small moan in his ear.

Raising his head, he looked at Christine who had her eyes shut. He grinned as she moaned again.

He picked up the pace just a little, going back to the crook of her neck. Erik closed his eyes, focusing on his pace and making sure she felt as good as he did at that moment in time.

"Erik..." Christine moaned right in his ear, making his eyes open instantly. Stopping fully, he looked at her. She whimpered. He was still inside of her...just unmoving. She closed her eyes briefly when her eyes shot back open. He had almost fully left her body when he quickly had thrust into her, making her dig her fingernails into his shoulder blades.

Erik ignored the sharp stinging sensation from his shoulder blades, continuing to push within her.

He leaned down to her ear, not slowing down for a second. "God, Christine..." He growled in her ear, grazing her neck with his lips. "I love you..."

"I love you too." She just barely got out of her mouth between breaths.

He knew he was close, as was she. She soon tightened around him, sending them both into pure ecstasy.

He let his muscles relax and collapsed on top of her, careful to not crush her or anything. He could hear her panting as well as her chest moving beneath his.

Once she had finally regained control of her breathing, she nudged him so he was hovering over her as he had been before. Christine leaned up, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold herself up. He wrapped his arms around her beautiful waist.

She peppered soft kisses on each scar on his face, finishing with the scar on the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes with a sigh.

After he did so, her lips met his with a smile. Erik lowered them back down before rolling off of her. He laid on his side, her facing him.

Enveloping her in his arms, he breathed in the scent of her curly hair.

She snuggled against his chest, his arms tightening around her. With his face buried in her curls, Erik sang softly.

"Say you need me with you here, beside you..."

She pulled away just enough to look in his eyes. "Anywhere you go, let me go too..."

He smiled, her voice reminding him of an angel's. "Christine, that's all I ask of you." He sang softly.

"I love you, my Angel." She smiled at him.

"And I love you, my beauty." He smiled right back, planting a kiss on her lips.