All About Us - Phantom of the Opera Love Story

Querer

Christine

The English countryside was the most beautiful landscape that Christine had ever laid her eyes on. Of course, the Parisian landscape was breathtaking, but there was nothing like the snow-covered buildings and roads of the English countryside near Canterbury. Erik has advised her that this is where they were to be married. He had traveled to find the perfect abandoned church to marry. Erik had also explained that the reason they were not able to be married in a real church was that Jonathan knew too many people in too many cities.

The taxi stopped at a cottage that looked like it was right out of a Christmas postcard.

"Why have we stopped," Christine asked as Erik was already giving the money to the cabby.

"This is where we are staying for the duration of our holiday," Erik turned to Christine and smiled.

Christine quickly stepped out of the cab and shut the door behind her. The cold air quickly hit her face, but she didn't care. This was the most perfect moment in her life.

Erik took both of their bags and Christine's large boho bag and started rolling everything towards the front door, passing Christine as she actually twirls and fell to her knees. Before Erik could stop her, she rolled on her back and just stared up. The snow was so cold, seeping through her woolen scarf, but she didn't care, she felt so alive. She knew that this was where she would belong forever. This is where she wanted to be forever.

She heard Erik's footsteps walk up to her and his sigh as he knelt down in the snow.

"My dear, we have plenty of time to play in the snow, we need to go inside and set everything up for our stay."

Christine huffed and got up, wiping the snow off herself.

Once inside, the first thing Christine noticed was a large fireplace that was made of large grey stones with a fire inside of bright orange and yellow. Christine felt instantly warm and started taking off her outer layer of clothing. The main living area was pretty large with two dark couches and a coffee table in the middle. There was no television, but Christine liked that. So much social media gets in the way most of the time and this time, she wanted time to move as slowly as possible, for she knew that this day next week she would be back to reality and have to deal with school.

Christine's thoughts were interrupted by music coming from across the room, it was sort of a tango melody.

"What's this?" Christine asked as she turned to walk towards to iPod dock.

"You mean, you've never heard of Cirque Du Soleil?" Erik looked at her, his head cocked to one side.

"I have, but not this," Christine leaned down to see what the IPod said, "Querer."

"It's a beautiful piece of music; honestly, I listen to it most of my time," Erik's eyes darkened, "usually when I think about you."

Christine blushed as Erik started singing along with the music as he unpacked everything from the first suitcase.

"Querer
Dentro del corazon
Sin pudor, sin razon
Con el fuego de la pasion

Querer
Sin mirar hacia atras
A traves de los ojos
Siempre y todavia mas

Christine heard then a male voice accompanying the female singer through the speakers, she realized it was Erik singing softly to himself as he unpacked.

Amar
Para poder luchar
Contra el viento y volar
Descubrir la belleza del mar

Before Christine could stop herself, she put her hands around Erik's waist and felt herself slowly turn him towards her.

"I love when you sing in another language..." She felt her pupils dilate.

Erik dropped the pants that he was carrying from his hands and put his hands on Christine's waist and chuckled, low.

"Like this?"

"Querer
Y poder compartir
Nuestra sed de vivir
El regalo que nos da el amor
Es la vida

Querer
Entre cielo y mar
Sin fuerza de gravedad
Sentimiento de libertad"

Christine couldn't help it; she grabbed him by his hair and pulled his lips onto hers. The music filled her head and she felt she was in a different land with him. As she kissed him, she felt one of his hands grab tight into her hair as well and pulled her even closer. They didn't really get physical very much, but whenever they did it was always filled with a strength and passion Christine didn't even think she had in her body. Erik made her feel so much different than any boy had ever made her feel. Even though a virgin, she still had desires but she never felt them as strong as she did with him.

They both had a passion for one another, it was a competition as well. She wanted to dominate him and just rip his clothes off, but at the same time, Erik pushed to be a man and dominate her. They danced their own dance when they were together. After a few minutes, Erik won and had her pinned down on the floor and brought his face up to meet hers.

"What's wrong," Christine questioned, as she tried to catch the normal tempo of breathing.

"This is not the way," Erik said as he tried to lift himself off of her, "a few more minutes, and I would have done something we might both regret."

Christine tugged him back down. "Erik, I'm ready. I want to."

"On the floor of a cabin," Erik chuckled.

"As long as it was with you, I don't care where I am. I just want to become one with you."

Erik sighed and said,

"Want
Inside of the heart
Without shame, without reason
With the fire of passion

Want
Without looking behind
Through the eyes
Always and even more

Love
Be able to fight
Against the wind and fly
Discover the sea's beauty

Want
And be able to share
Our thirst of life
The gift that gives us love
Is life"

Christine smiled slightly, "What was that?"

Erik kissed her, with pressure so feint; it was like a butterfly hand landed on her lips and flew away.

"The translation to some of the song," Erik started to stand up, "I want our first time together to be special and I want to make it the best experience you have ever had in your life, my dear. It will not be on the floor of a cabin half an hour after we have entered it."

Christine rolled her eyes...this would be a long night of longing for him.