After The Opera Burned || Phantom Of The Opera

Chapter 7 - Beneath A Moonless Sky

A/N: Warning, things get a little steamy with Meg and Erik here. If you do not like it, it won't hurt to skip it but then you might miss something revealing... hint.

One week. It had been one week since they arrived at the inn that seemed to not have a name. Meg sighed, roaming her fingers through the ringlets of her blonde hair while sitting upon the bed in their makeshift room. The woman who ran the inn, Mme. DuMonde, had asked to talk to Mme. Giry a few hours ago and instructed Meg to remain in their room for the time being. Originally the woman had told them two days of free stay, but apparently the woman was becoming soft and let them stay the entire duration of their stay for no charge. When asked about the reasoning behind the generous offer, she inquired about any talents either of them had, to which Meg's mother had lied and said she could sing. This pleased the older woman and now they were making arrangements.

Their room was very similar to the one they had in Paris, except the walls were a softer shade of tan with two twin beds to match the room. They had two windows overlooking the streets of the town they were in, to which they discovered was named Meudon. Also the bathroom was a severe upgrade to the one in Paris, much more spacious and elegant that included a wide bath and several different soaps, even some from the Americas. Thinking of the bath and how luxurious it was made her want to get in and relax all her thoughts away. Meg had been so stressed over when Erik was going to return when she had no reason to be.

Rising from the bed, she walked over to the bathroom and locked the door, making her way to the tub as she turned it on. She made sure the water was on warm and began removing her clothes, staring at herself in the mirror. Immediately her thoughts raced to Erik again. Why was she so anxious for his return? It wasn't as if they had a plan and he was holding them up or anything. Her mother needed to know what direction to guide them all in so they all can live happily, but she knew for Erik, that would never happen.

Shaking her head, she viewed herself in the mirror, eying her naked body and all of its curves. Meg had never realized how pretty she was for she never had a chance to stare at herself before. In the opera house she was surrounded by other people all of the time, making things normal teenagers do almost non-existent. But here she was, after the opera burned, staring at herself in the mirror in her naked glory.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running water threatening to spill over the tub. She turned it off and after draining some of the water. Then after taking a few steps in, she found herself letting the warm water send goose bumps all over her body from the difference in temperature. Meg sighed and closed her eyes, getting comfortable in the large tub as she intended to before. She reached out for a random soap, not caring which one, and brought the bar to her nose, sniffing it slightly. Rose perfume. She smiled and began touching the soap all over her body, letting the bar hit all over her skin, including the most sacred areas of herself. Her thoughts, racing towards Erik, took a form all of her own.

"Erik..." she sighed, letting the soap go dangerously low underneath the water and between her legs. She bit her lip as she experienced a pleasure she had never felt before, and with a bar of soap nevertheless. Meg instantly removed the soap and placed it back on the counter, replacing where the soap had been with her hand. Thoughts of Erik continued flooding her mind, thoughts of Erik caressing her, touching her, kissing her, making love to her, and before she knew it, she was breathing harder and faster with such intensity that she didn't know what she was doing but she enjoyed it.

"Oh Erik..." she sighed again, raising her hips as she continued picturing the opera ghost making love to her. How all those years she feared the man, feared what he was capable of and his obsession with Christine when in her heart she had wished it was her instead. How Meg knew she was able to sing just as well as Christine and if her mother had offered Meg up to sing instead of Christine, Erik would be obsessing over her instead. Meg shook her head, wanting to only think of pleasant memories. She sighed and gasped, feeling the pressure between her legs grow as her fantasies progressed. Instantly she felt a need to reach new heights, to surrender to the darkness of the music of the night. Her mind unable to think, her body shaking, she never screamed so hard in her life.