¤ The Phantom Of The Opera Imagines ¤

Gentle Fight

The candles cast a warm glow across his mask and neck, accenting his sharp jawline. I reached out and ran my hand up his neck, causing him to swallow hard and squeeze his eyes shut tightly.
"Erik, I have loved you, and I will love you know and always. Let me see your face," I said in the most intoxicating voice I could muster. You couldn't miss the warm flush that spread up his neck and into his cheeks, at least the one that was showing.
" Arrêtez d'être une épine dans mon côté, Vous utilisez la séduction à votre avantage." (Stop being a thorn in my side, you are using seduction to your advantage.) His voice had a sharp bite to it as he trembled beneath my hand, I didn't know whether with anger or with want.
So I bit back.
" Well, so far, its been the only thing to work on you, Opera fantôme." (Opera ghost) I abruptly withdrew my hand from his neck, "you need to learn that some people are different than others, you need to learn that some people will love you no matter what. Because it is not what is on the outside that counts, but what is on the inside."
I placed my hand on his strong chest , feeling his heart beat beneath my hand, softly... gently...
The music shall caress you.
And his breath seemed to caress the skin of my neck as he drew me closer by my wrist. And soon I was lost in his kisses... Wherever his lips touched, my skin would erupt into tingles.
"Goddamit Erik, Mon ange des ténèbres (My angel of darkness), let me see your face without the mask." I managed to choke out between moans.
And at last, he didn't protest as I removed it and flung it across the room.
And at last, he didn't protest when I kissed him until he couldn't breathe.