My Angel of Music

Prisoner

"Please forgive me, Christine."  I heard a soft voice behind me.  I whirled around meeting Erik's eyes.  "Erik I have alreade forgiven you!  Please just stop aplogizing."  I muttered, annoyed at his constant apologies.  " I'm sorry if I irritate you but I cannot forgive myself, so how can you?"  He asked, stroking my bruised arm, tenderly.  Instead of answering I kissed him on the lips with as much force as he had been showing me-none.

"Christine, stop working.  Come sit down and relax.  You have been doing nothing but working since I woke up, three days ago. "  Erik whispered in my ear before kissing my neck gently.  I closed my eyes as he brushed his lips along my jaw line, making me shudder.  Under his power, I let him lead me to a chair and I let him set me down gently.  He then walked over to the clothes I was scrubbing and began washing them with the brush I had left.  I jumped up, rushing to his side and grabbed the brush from his hand.

"Please, go rest.  I cannot bear to see you sick again."  I begged.  Of course he ignored my pleads and continued the chore.  I sat back down pretending to look defeated.  "Erik?"  I said sweetly.  "Yes, Christine?  Do you need something?"  "It's just that I don't ever want you to leave me."  I whispered.  Erik was suddenly kneeling at my side, grasping my hand.  "What makes you think such thoughts?"  He asked worridly.  I looked into his deep eyes.  "The fever, Erik.  Oh, you do not know what it was like, sitting at your bedside, not knowing if you were going to wake up.  Watching you shiver and sweat and mutter my name in your sleep but I would never be able to truly comfort you!  Oh, Erik!"  I nuzzled into his chest, the unwanted tears finally spilling over my eyelids.

He stroked my hair and sang a sweet lullaby in my ear which calmed me to an extent.  It at least stopped the tears.  I finally pulled back from Erik's chest.  I straightened my dress.  "I am sorry for that little outbreak, Erik."  I whispered.  He pulled my chin so we were eyelevel.  I looked into his eyes.  "Christine, not even God can pull me from you loving grasp."  He promised confidently.

I shook my head fiercly.  "Erik, do not say such things, or God will surely show you that he can!"  I cried.  I closed my eyes and whispered a silent prayer for forgiveness.  Erik held me as I fell asleep in his arms.

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That night I woke to find myself and Erik in the big king sized bed.  This was the only bed in the house so we were forced to sleep in the same bed, even though we were not married.  (I found Erik to be a God fearing man, to my delight).  "Erik,"  I whispered in the darkness.  "Yes, my love.  Do you need anything/"  He rolled over to face me.  "No, no.  I am fine.  But where are we going when you get well?"  I inquired.  He cleared his throat.  "Well I have a beautiful house in the south that I think you would find to be to your liking."  He explained.

I felt him get up from the bed and light a candle.  I stood up to stretch and decided to have some fun.  I walked to him and put on a snobby face.  "I do not know if I can go with you, monsier."  I said.  His face fell and he looked at the ground.  "Well, uh, why can you.." I cut him off with a brush of my fingertips against his maskless cheek.  "I will only agree to go if you promise to plant me a beautiful rose garden."  I stated in the same snobbish voice.  Erik's face brightened and he grinned in surprise.  "Oh, you had me fooled you little brat!"  He scooped me up and threw me to the bed.

I howled in laughter as he started to tickle me without mercy.  "No, please!  Stop!"  I gasped in between fits of laughter.  He just growled and continued the tickiling session.  Finally he stopped, out of breath.  "I thought you said you wouldn't over exert yourself."  I scolded.  "Yes, tickiling an innocent girl is over exerting."  I giggled before trying in vain to tickle him back.

I tried his stomach, his neck, his side, but no laughter came out of his mouth.  He only smiled at my frustration.  I ended up on top of him in my attempt, our faces only inches apart.  We could take it no longer.  I grabbed his hair and pulled him to me, our lips meeting in a fiery passion.  I had my legs wrapped around his waist as he sat up and tugged at my curls with his roaming hands.  He moaned as I bit at his lip and tugged at his shirt.  I started to unbutton it quickly and was almost finished when Erik's hand stopped me.  "Christine, no.  We are not married."  He was gasping for breath, just like me.  I hung my head in shame and climbed off of him swiftly.

" I am truly sorry, Erik.  I just got caught up in the.....I am going to get a drink, if you will excuse me."  I stutterd in embarassment.  Erik nodded to dismiss me.  I walked out and into the kitchen, holding back the hot tears building behinf my eyes.  How could I got so caught up like that?  I felt so ashamed.  What would Father think?  He had raised me so much better.....

My scolding thoughts were interrupted when two hands wrapped tightly around my waist making me stop in the spot.  I quickly wipied away the few fallen tears on my cheek but he noticed.  "Why do you cry, my dear/"  He asked.  I froze and sighed, knowing I could hide nothing from him.  "I feel so ashamed.  I tried to....lay...with you and we are not even married.  I mean I know I am already ruined because of those men but I should have thought of you and your soul.  I am very sorry."  I blushed just speaking of it.  Erik spun me around, anger in his eyes.  "Christine, you ARE NOT RUINED."  He almost roared.  "You sacrificed yourself for me and that makes you all the more beautiful and precious.  And also you shold not feel ashamed, I took part in it too."  He whispered softly, stroking my cheek.  I sighed and kissd him sweetly, without the passion from a few minutes ago but with just as much love.  

"Thank you, my love.  You always know what to say."  I skipped away from him to get my water.  I then returned to bed, falling into another dreamless sleep.