Last...chapter...cries NOOOO. I don't want it to end but I'm out of tragedies for them. They deserve eachother...

It's really ah..sharp, doncha think? you know black is this year's pink! You deserve eachother, this hat and you...

Oops, wrong musical.

anyway..

PhantomLover05- Dont worry. This chappie's heated up.

veritasa- Yes, it broke Aria's heart, but she didn't hate him for it; She hadn;t realized how much it would hurt. "Young lovers" or whatever. And she'd rather have a broken heart than a dead boyfriend; wouldn't you?

Soignante- LOL! See the reasoning is that Aria caught her fever from Erik, that one time he was sick and it just kinda lingered with Erik...

Chapter the Last- A Happy Ending

"Do you, Erik Ange, take Aria Silver to be your lawful wife, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, until death do you part?"

I stare into Aria's lush green eyes. "I do." I whispered to her, delighting in her joyful orbs. Then to the priest, I said louder, "I do." Out of the corner of my eye I can see Hans, Nadir, Meg, and Madame Giry smiling at us. But Aria is all I can think about.

"And do you, Aria Silver, take Erik Ange to be your lawful husband, in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, until death do you part?"

Aria looked into my eyes, looked straight into my soul. "I do!"

We both are so happy, our hands shake together.

"Then I do pronounce you, man and woman, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

I eased my lips on hers, trying to control myself. I finally pulled away, swept Aria into my arms and carried her down the isle, having eyes for no one but hers; her shimmering, shining, life-giving orbs.

The 6 of us took one huge carriage back to my- and now Aria's- home. Nadir broke out some champagne and Meg had wheedled a cake from the Opera House's cook, who had been friends with Aria.

I looked around at the lot of them; Aria had changed me so, so much. Who would have ever thought I could be standing here, having a party with friends-Nadir had mostly lost his fear of me- and a beautiful, wonderful wife? Not I! Aria caught my gaze and we exchanged a soft smile.

Alright, the very last section is a nice long graftic love scene 'cause Erik deserves it.

THIS NEXT BIT IS RATED "M" YE BE WARNED! You can't yell at me. I warned ya.

I sat on the diva, pretending to read a book. Aria was changing for bed; I was getting nervous. The party had finally left, only a hour ago; but we had kept our heads enough not to get the least bit drunk. I licked my lips; our first -planned- night together. I knew what would probably happen; and I wanted it. But still...it was...my first time.

I heard light steps on the wooden floor; I turned my head to see Aria walking toward me, dressed in a nightgown and robe. Desire suddenly racked me as I saw fully her curves; her breasts, her hips...my heart pounded and I looked back up at her eyes. Much safer.

I could see her orbs were laced with desire too, but still shy and loving.

Aria flashed me a grin. "Are you scared too?" She asked not mocking, just uncertain.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Maybe we should just sit here for a while." she murmured. I knew I would not be able to simply sit next to her. But she surprised me; Aria slid onto my knees, facing me. I moaned softly as her lips ran along my jaw. Hesitantly, my hands danced over her legs, her hips. One thin layer...of cloth...between me and the skin of my Aphrodite.

"How's this work, love?" she purred to me.

"Much...better," I replied, my voice heated as I nipped the delicate flesh on her neck. Aria's fingers slide down onto my chest, undoing each button with sensuous care. I laughed quietly, excitedly, and removed her robe as she helps me out of my shirt, her fingertips lingering on my skin. I sucked gently on her shoulders, which are revealed to me after so long. Aria moaned. I stood up and pulled her with me, my lips locking onto hers. I unglue myself and agressively pull her against my body. She feverishly shoved her hands between us and worked on my trouser button. I groan roughly and give her more room. Finally, she unzipped them and they fell. Stepping out of my pants, I molded Aria to me again, stepping slowly- my hands don't ceise their exploring, hindering our progress- into the bedroom, where I lay her gently. My breathing erotic and husky, I gaze at her for a moment; she looked perfect. My mind goes into overdrive. There is so much i want to do, I don't know what to start with! Aria's eyes beckoned me, so I positioned myself over her.

I moistened her skin with my mouth, kissing her lips needily as I pull the chemise over her head. I sit up and observe her alabastor skin; the skin that glows beneath me, skin that no other man will ever see. I look at the parts of a woman previously forbidden, and find them wonderous.

"Well, are you going to goggle all night?" Aria joked heatedly, running a hand down my torso and stopping. The tease makes me gasp.

Starting at her hips- what lies below that I'm saving for later- I kiss her. Passion, so long withheld, rushes forth. I kiss her, I nip her, I suck on the taunt skin of her stomach. She moaned weakly, overcome by the feverance of my actions. I work my way carefully up to her breasts; how beautiful they are! I lavish them with my lips.

After many more yearning groans and kisses, Aria's hands slide into my longjohns. They caressed my hips, my waist, my...

I moaned and collapsed ontop of her, heaving for breath as the love and desire bathe me in their tempting flames. The clothing slipped from my legs and Aria flipped me, sitting on my stomach. Her hair tickles my face as she kissed me passionately. I squeezed her hips, and pressed her lower body to mine.

Mine go crazy, and I laid Aria back down on the bed. "Sing to me, my Aphrodite," I whispered, as I begin my journey within her. She responds with a beautiful chorus of a woman in the throes of passion.

ok, passion over with.

Sleep walked away from my body lazily; the kind of lazy that becomes a man who has never been happier. I shifted a hand and found deliciously warm flesh beneath it, Aria's warm flesh...I burrowed my nose in the sweetness of her flesh before allowing my eyes to creep open. The first thing I see is a horizon of white skin, and if I tilt my head ever so slightly, I see tresses of copper sunlight splashing across the unblemished surface. I lifted my head and stared lovingly into the face of Aria. Her expression was contented and tender, suculent lips parted slightly as breath sneaked from her mouth. I felt a smile spread across my face, soft and gentle. Without waking her, I brush my mouth across her cheek and prop my head up with my hand, content to lightly stroke her stomach and watch her sleep. I yawned wide; we hadn't slept very much last night. Just the thought of last night's activities sent my blood racing.

Aria stirred and turned, her eyelids flutting ever so slightly. Her head rested against my chest for a breathless moment before her lush green eyes opened. Aria smiled dreamily, and I wrapped my arsm around her, cradling her close. I ran my lips all over her face; she laughs and returned the gesture, her thumb rubbing delicately over my jaw. I groaned in happiness as her fingertips caress my marred skin. Then we smiled together.

"Good morning."

I respond, kissing her lips enthusiastically. "No, this is a GREAT morning! I love you."

Aria laughed again and agreed. "After a most delicious night, that is. I love you too."

I tickled her sides, my heart full of joy.

After all, who can resist a Goddess of Love?

Look for upcoming stories by me; I'm far from done!