It Was Always Her

Chapter 13

Phantom's POV

I take Yvette's hand and lead her back down the tunnel to my lair, even though I'm pretty sure she already knows the way down here by herself. We reach the boat and I help her in, she sits down and stares up at me. I paddle through the water, I hum to myself as we move silently over the water.

We reach the shore and she hops out of the boat, waiting for me to follow her. I exit the boat and walk over to the table where I have paint, canvases, and paint brushes laid out, along with two easels I found and set them up facing each other, so we wouldn't be able to see what the other is painting. I hear her gasp and she rushes over to the table.

"I thought that you might miss painting and drawing, so I decided to get out some of my old supplies for us to use." I say and she runs her fingers over the canvases laid on the table.

"Oh Erik this is so thoughtful! But how did you know that I liked to draw?" She looks at me curiously. I freeze for a second, she doesn't know that I visited Charlotte.

"Oh, I sometimes see you drawing on the pages in the one book of mine you are quite fond of, Frankenstein is it?" I ask, recovering quickly. It was true, I saw her doodling on it a couple times, not that I cared. I didn't even know that I had that book. Her cheeks turned pink and she looked down at the ground.

"I'm sorry for drawing in your book. I just get bored sometimes." I chuckle and lift her face up with my thumb and kiss her lips.

"That's okay my love, you are quite the little artist. Would you like to begin painting?" I ask her, gesturing to the table. She nods and eagerly grabs a canvas, setting it on the easel nearest to her.

I grab a canvas for myself and place it on the other easel. I watch her as she picks out a larger brush and a can of blue paint. I reach for the cans of red and black paint along with a large brush.

"Erik?" I hear her ask, I look up, her eyes are sparkling.

"Oui, my love?"

"Would you happen to have something different for me to wear? Other than my white dressing robe?" She looks down at her attire.

"Oh, I suppose so. The costume designers wouldn't be too happy if you managed to cover it in paint." She nods. I walk over to the curtain that serves as a door for my room. I move it aside and look to Yvette, she gets the hint and walks over to me.

I enter my room and walk over to where my dresser is on the other side of the room. I pull out a large white dress shirt, one that is even too big for me. I turn around and see Yvette standing in the doorway, walking over to her, I hold out the shirt for her. She takes it and smiles at me.

"Is there a place I could change?" She asks in a small voice.

"You can change in here and then just come out when you are decent." She nods, I walk out of the room and over to my canvas to begin painting.

A just started the background of my painting and Yvette walks out. She took off the skirt that she had, leaving her just in my long shirt and her corset. She rolled up the sleeves to her elbows and tied up her hair into a loose bun. I rake my eyes over her figure, the shirt goes halfway down her thighs.

"Erik, it isn't polite to stare." She says smirking and leaving up against the wall by my room. She is quite the little seductress. I force my eyes away from her and back on my canvas.

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I look over at the clock and see that about two hours have passed. I look up at Yvette and she has blue paint smeared above her eyebrow, and one on her scared cheek. She is holding a paintbrush in her mouth as she holds another on in her hand, focusing all her attention on the painting.