Mr. Erik Destler (A Phantom Of The Opera Phanphic)

Chapter 35

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No-one

Weeks passed, months passed, seasons flew. Soon, it was the summer break. Elyza was seventeen, her sister was twelve, and they had been living with Erik for half a year. Their love for each other had secretly blossomed further. The two had taken to kissing more frequently and Elyza often wore Erik's large, white button-downs, wandering the house in her undergarments with just his shirt to cover her. Her arm had healed and she could do everything she wanted freely. Elizabeth-Marie was now a ballerina, often dancing around the house in her ballet slippers. Everyone was now content with their lives. No bullies, paperwork, homework, or school. Just music and happiness. One day, Elyza was in her bedroom, wearing nothing but an overly large, button down, Erik's, obviously, and her underwear, much to Erik's surprise. The first time he had seen her like that, he gave her a ten minute lecture on decency, although the half of his face that she could see was beet red. She was listening to music, earbuds in her ears, eyes closed, at peace. Erik knocked at Elyza's door, but she didn't hear him. He knocked a bit harder which startled her. "Yeah?" "Can I come in?" She stopped her music and removed the earbuds. "Sure, yeah." The doors opened and Erik entered. When he saw her bare legs, he averted his eyes, but did not say anything. He had never made love to anyone before, but Erik knew the pleasures they were capable of experiencing and he growled to himself. "I wanted to know if you wished to go out to dinner later." "Of course, Erik." Elyza pat a spot next to her on the bed and smiled innocently. He inhaled sharply and lay next to her. She sighed and positioned herself and lay her head on his stomach and set her hand next to it. He hissed. Erik wondered if Elyza knew she was tormenting him. She continued to move her hand, unsure where she wanted to lay, much to Erik's dismay. Her fingers kept venturing towards dangerous grounds and he was hanging by a thread already. "Elyza...", he whispered thickly and his voice was hoarse. "Yes...?" She sat up, and looked into his eyes with false innocence. "You have no idea what you're doing to me..."