Christine walked into the music room, smiling shyly as she moved towards the piano. "Erik? Might I have a lesson?"

Erik looked up from where he was righting a shelf, and frowned. "I would love to give you a lesson, my dear... only I'm a bit afraid that the piano may not work as well as it used to..." He walked toward the battered instrument and laid a hand atop it. Moving toward the keys, he struck a chord and listened carefully. "Ahh... I see that their attempts to destroy it were futile... apparently it still works..." Picking up the bench he placed it in front of the piano, then sat down with a flourish. "What would you like to work on, my dear?"

She grinned and moved to sit next to him. "I was thinking perhaps Faust?" she replied, looking at him hopefully. "Maybe the Jewel song..."

punjabmaster : Erik smiled softly, cupping her cheek and lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her for several moments, before drawing back and looking lovingly down into her eyes. "Whatever you wish, my dear." He breathed, before turning and putting his fingers to the keys. "Whenever you are ready..."

Christine smiled, sliding closer to him on the piano bench and nodding. "I am ready, Angel," she replied, looking up at him impishly. She took a deep breath, sitting up tall and waiting for him to play the introduction.

Erik smiled slightly when she called him by the name she had so long ago, and began to play the introduction to the song, closing his eyes and awaiting her beautiful voice.

Another smile from Christine, as she too closed her eyes and started the song. She relaxed completely and let the music move her, her hands playing with an imaginary strand of jewelry as she sang.

Erik smiled as he listened to her heavenly voice, and when the song was finished he swallowed hard and kept his eyes closed, trembling slightly.

Christine sighed softly, opening her eyes and turning to him with a smile. She stopped, watching him worriedly. "Erik? Are you alright?"

Taking a deep, shuddering breath he nodded, opening his eyes and turning to look down at her. "Yes, I am fine." He murmured, reaching out with a shaking hand to touch her face. "You are so amazing, Christine... what your voice does to me..."

A blush appeared on her cheeks, staining them a light pink. "Erik...that's because you taught me to sing like that. I wouldn't have been anything without you."

He shook his head. "That is not true... your voice had the ability to reduce me to the mere shell of a man before I taught you a single note..." He said softly, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. The desire within him was raging, but he forced it down.

She blushed more, then gently pulled down his face and planted a soft kiss on his lips, cooing happily. "I love you, Erik.."she murmured, watching him adoringly. "I love you so much..."

He swallowed back a whimper of pleasure, and pressed his lips to hers again, kissing her with a fervent passion and tugging her upon his lap. "Christine..."

: Christine moaned softly, trailing kisses down his neck. "Mmmm...Erik...I" she gasped, before falling to kiss him again. She pressed closer to him, trembling.

Erik sighed against her lips, kissing her deeply and stroking his hands over her back. "Christine... oh my love..." He was powerless to stop the passion rushing through his body.

She moaned again, looking up at him with eyes dark with passion, and tentatively moved her fingers to his shirt buttons. She kissed him passionately, pulling away and watching him guardedly.

Erik whimpered softly, holding her face in his hands. "We cannot... Christine, we must stop..." He moaned at the feel of her atop him and lifted his hips, moaning deeply and shaking uncontrollably. "Oh Christine..."

Christine wrapped her arms around his neck, watching him curiously. "Why must we stop? I have chosen you, my angel...please.." she said softly, trembling at the passion that was rushing through her. "Erik...I want this."

He moaned, the feel of her body pressed against his driving him to insanity. "Christine... we are not wed, I cannot..." His voice was rough and he moaned, pressing himself to her as hard as he could.

She kissed him again, cooing softly. "Erik..does it matter if we are not wed? I am married to you, my heart and soul are yours...please, Erik."

His entire body felt as if it were on fire. Hearing the words that Christine spoke was enough to send him over the edge of his passion, and he kissed her with a rough fire, holding her body to his and thrusting his hips up to connect with hers. "Christine... oh my Christine... I need you, I need you so badly..."

She moaned, kissing him back with a passion she was not aware she had. "Erik..yes..I love you" she murmured into his ear, trembling. "My angel...my Erik..."

Erik looked into her eyes, breathing heavily as he traced his fingers down her neck and over her chest. "Are you sure, Christine...? If I do not stop now, I will be unable to at all..."

She nodded, running her fingers through his hair. "Yes, Erik..I want this..I want to be yours, please..." she whispered, pressing her body closer to his.

Moaning softly, he stood with Christine in his arms, carrying her to her bedroom and laying her down upon the bed. Standing next to her he looked down with wide eyes, fear setting in. My face... my body, all the scars... what if she thinks I am unworthy..?

She looked up at him, shaking, and patted the bed beside her. "Erik...please.." she whimpered softly. "I need you..."

Swallowing hard, he laid beside her and stroked his fingers over her cheek. "Christine... I love you..." He breathed, leaning over and kissing down her neck sensually.

Christine moaned, pushing herself closer to him. "Erik...I love you too, my angel..so much," she whispered, pulling him close. "Oh, Erik," she kissed him, stroking his face gently.

Erik growled soflty, kissing her back eagerly and moving his hands down her legs and over her body, cupping her breasts curiously.

Christine trembled, feeling his hands run all over her, and fought the urge to pull him back up and kiss him. "Yess...Erik..." she moaned softly, arching her back.

Moaning, he kissed her lips eagerly, feeling such an insistant straining between his legs. "Christine... I need you...!" Grasping her hand he put it to the buttons of his pants, crying out when her fingers brushed against his hardness.

She nodded, unbuttoning his trousers nimbly and discarding them on the floor. "I need you too, mon ange..." she whispered, kissing him hungrily. She twined her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses.

Untying her dress he sighed softly, kissing her lips gently. "I love you..." He whispered, pulling her dress away and untying her corset.

She moaned again, arching her hips up towards him. "Erik..I love you too. I want you...please, my angel.." she whispered, looking up at him.

Erik sighed softly, touching her cheek and kissing her lips gently. Slowly he worked off her corset and chemise, looking down with awe at her naked form. "Christine...?" He never could have imagined that anything could be so beautiful.

Christine blushed, pulling him close into a kiss. "Erik...oh, I love you..." she breathed, running her hands down his chest.

Erik moaned, looking at her naked form and trembling as he let his fingers stroke over her chest and down her stomach. "You... oh Christine..." Then his lips were on hers and he kissed her passionately, taking her hands and putting them to the buttons of his shirt with wide eyes.

She moaned softly, kissing him gently back, and started to unbutton his shirt. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and dark with desire. "Erik..."

He swallowed hard against the lump in his throat and licked his lips. "I don't want you to see..." He whispered, afraid of what she would think of the scars.

Christine continued unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it down around his arms. Her eyes widened and filled with tears as she saw the scars on his chest and back. "Oh, Erik..." she pulled him close. "Why..who..would do this?"

He averted his gaze from her face and sighed, grinding his teeth together. "I was part of a circus act... made to sing, and show my face. 'Come see the living man with the face of death'." He mocked. "If I misbehaved, I was beaten until more cooperative..."

She nodded, still hugging him tightly. "Erik...I love you..no one will ever hurt you again, I promise..."

Erik nodded slowly, leaning forward and pressing his lips tightly to hers. "I love you, Christine..." He murmured, shifting to lay atop her body and moaning at the feel of their skin pressed together.

Christine cooed softly as he moved down to lay against her, running her fingers along his back. "Mmm..my angel..I love you so.." she murmured, kissing his cheek gently.

Erik nearly purred as he laid his head on her chest for a moment, listening to her strong heart beating. Slowly he ran his hands down to her thighs and parted them, running his fingers over the sensitve flesh of her womanhood with a moan.

She moaned in reply, trembling with desire. "Erik..ohh..." she whimpered, arching her back slightly. "Please, Erik..."

Erik ran his tongue over her lips teasingly, before kissing her with a firey passion and replacing his hand with his manhood. Gently he pressed within her body, just slightly at first as he hissed in pleasure. "Christine..." He moaned, moving a bit further and breaking through her innocence.

Her eyes went wide, she gripped onto his shoulders tightly, panting. She remained tense for a few minutes, waiting to get used to him, and then sighed, nodding at him with a smile.

Erik gave a small sigh, touching her cheek. "I hurt you.." He murmured, leaning down to press his lips to hers. Slowly he began to move within her body, gasping in shocked pleasure and looking down at Christine with wide eyes, glazed with lust. "Ohh..."

"Erik..." she gasped, looking back at him in wonder. Instinctively, her hips began to move in time with his. She growled softly, pulling him down to capture his lips in a kiss.

Erik moaned deeply, unaware that he could make such a sound until this moment. "Christine..!" He kept his lips against hers as he thrust deeply inside of her body, and he began to tremble. "Mmm... oh Christine..."

Christine moaned back, sounding much more like an alto than her usual soprano. She thrust up to meet him again, crying out his name softly. "I love you...:

Erik thrust harder than before, feeling something building within his body. "Oh God, Christine!" He cried, panting and moving his lips down her neck and over her chest. "I love you, I love you Christine...!"

She shuddered, gripping his shoulders tightly as she tightened around him, moaning still. Her head was spinning, and suddenly everything exploded. She threw her head back, crying out his name. "Oh..Erik! I love you!"

Erik groaned at the feeling of her tightening around his sensitive flesh, and her cry of pleasure was enough to send him over the edge. His stomach tightened and he thrust once more, before spilling himself within her body and shaking uncontrollably as he laid atop her body.

She pulled him close, kissing him passionately, still panting. "Erik..."

punjabmaster : Erik whimpered, trembling and closing his eyes as he felt the warm skin of her chest against his cheek. "Oh... Christine..." His voice sounded so small as tears filled his eyes and overflowed.

Christine's eyes widened, she lifted his head gently. "Erik...what is it? Did..did I do something wrong?"

He shook his head, sobbing softly and gathering Christine into his arms tightly, burying his face into her neck and crying. "Christine..." He murmured after a few moments, breathing softly against her neck and swallowing thickly. "I love you so..."

She kissed him on the cheek, stroking his back softly. "Erik...I love you too...please, please don't cry, my angel..."

Trembling, he smiled shakily down at her and brushed his lips against hers. "I never would have dreamed, never would have dared to dream.." His eyes slid closed as he clung tightly to Christine's body.

She smiled back at him, snuggling closer. "My angel..." she cooed softly, pillowing her head on his shoulder. "I love you..."

Sighing sleepily, he reached down to draw the blankets around their bodies, holding Christine close and kissing her forehead. "I love you so very much, my Christine..."

She nodded, kissing his chin sleepily. "Love you too, Erik..." she murmured, closing her eyes.

Slowly Erik dropped off to sleep, holding Christine tightly in his arms and smiling, knowing that for once, he would have good dreams.