Phantom Of The Opera Christine x Erik One-Shots

Cuddles During The Storm

The brisk winter rain pounded in Christine's head, she felt like she was going to lose her sanity. The rain had been going on for a few hours now, and she was the only one still up. Christine always hated the rain, it was annoying, gloomy, and just gave her bad thoughts. She shifted on the itchy hay mattress with a huff, she was never going to get to sleep at this rate.

After a long day of rehearsals, Christine had been exhausted, her eyes were heavy and she could barely keep her balance in the later hours of practicing. It had to be later than eleven by now, her body ached all over from spending the entire day dedicated to practicing.

Her feet throbbed, her thighs twitched and her stomach turned. She wouldn't be surprised if she had pulled a muscle or two during the ballet routine, today wasn't bad, but it most certainly didn't go well. She nearly jumped out of her skin when thunder boomed in the sky, she snapped the covers over her head with a whimper of fear.

When another pound of thunder rumbled the room she shot put of bed, which her body did not appreciate. She couldn't stay there, and all hopes of sleeping we're now lost as she raced down the stairs she knew she had no idea where she would even go she just needed to getaway.

The opera house was strange at night, when she passed the manager's office you couldn't hear the bickering going on between the two. You slipped down the hall to the auditorium, Carlotta's shrieking finally at rest. Her footsteps were like gunshots echoing down the empty hall, she took the turn she knew all too well, a slight possibility of her angel being their was lit.

Erik threw his head back with a long sigh of boredom, tonight was one of those nights. A sleepless night, one the years his insomnia had both worsened and decreased. It was basically a series of either one night he'd be dead asleep, and another he wouldn't even bring himself to close his eyes.

Sometimes it was on and off for hours at a time and others he would kill to sleep but his body would not allow it. He wondered through the auditorium glancing down to the stage with a scoff, he liked it here better at night then the day, just one of the many peaceful things night brought with it.

He perked up when the sound of footsteps hit his ears, people were almost never out here this late and he was curious to see who would come perhaps he could get some entertainment.

He cocked his head in confusion when he saw Christine running down the small path between the seats, tucked up in her quilt looking scared out of her mind. Erik smiled softly when another explosion of thunder echoed throughout the stage.

But Christine, oh the poor girl jumped making her trip on her quilt and fall mars rubbing harshly against the carpet. He frowned, his eyesight was sharp after adjusting to the dark through his years at the opera house. He quickly made his way down one of the many ropes that held the props, he hit the stage with a grunt. She stood up quickly, obviously frightened by the sudden presence of another person.

" Erik? "

" What are you doing up so late mon ange? " he questioned strutting over to her. She shook her head hastily, "Oh. Erik, I'm afraid! " she cried into her palms. He offered her a sad soft smile, " would you like me to take you back to your dorm? " again she shook her head. " No! I don't want to! That's where I hear the thunder the loudest! "

He shrugged, " Do you wish to come with me? I doubt you'll hardly hear anything at all underground " she looked up. " Really? " he smirked " One of the many quirks of living underground, my dear " Erik, personally, loved the sound of rain. He had since he was very small, it comforted him he loved the smell of a crisp rainy morning.

With a shaky breath, she nodded eagerly " Please "

" Christine are you certain you are well? "

Christine had struggled to keep up with him when he dashed through the hidden tunnels. " Oh Erik, my muscles are so sore if I take another step I swear I'll fall over " she complained. Erik hummed looking down the tunnel once more when Christine thought he would turn away and brush her off she felt two strong arms pluck her from the ground.

And in a flash, he sprinted down the tunnel, he pulled her close to his chest, and she couldn't help but cuddle into him. " Hold on mon ange, we're nearly there " Erik decided to take a shortcut around the lake, one he hardly ever used since it was more of a chore to get through, it was much more narrow and it had more traps but he was careful with each step he took.

When they reached his home, Erik set her down on a couch she didn't even know existed. She looked away from him, glancing around the small room. There was a desk set in the middle of two bookshelves behind the couch. A grand fireplace sat in front, to the side there was a small staircase that led away from his organ. On the other side, there was a door, to what she assumed to be the kitchen, between the stairs and the bookshelves was a dark hallway.

" Would you like anything? Tea perhaps? "

She watched him shuffle some papers in his hands walking over to the desk, she hummed thoughtfully " Yes, tea is just fine " she agreed. " Okay, give me a moment " he took one of the candleholders and disappeared through the door. Only a few candles were lit, it made the room seem a lot scarier than last time, but at least the thunder wasn't nearly as loud as it had been in the dormitory.

Christine gasped when she slipped off the couch, her leg suddenly had a sharp aching pain, it throbbed when she pulled herself back to the couch. She clutched her thigh resting her head down taking shaky breaths. God, that hurt a lot. She didn't even know what she had done to make it happen, had she pulled her muscle by mistake?

Erik was by her side before she could open her eyes, " Christine, Angel are you alright? " she shook her head, Erik rested his hands over hers, " What happened? " he asked softly. She hissed when she attempted to move her leg, " I-I think I pulled my muscle " Erik grabbed her hands sliding them down to rest on the couch, gently placing his on her thigh.

His eyes widened whipping them off of her, God! Was he really stupid enough to touch her in such a way? " Forgive me, Christine! I didn't mean to-...touch you, in that way " Christine blushed, had he really thought putting his hands on her thigh was bad? What has this poor man been through?

When the tea was done, Erik took the time to bring the fireplace to life and wrapped her in, Probably more blankets then she had ever seen in her entire life. She sipped softly, the tea was hot and sweet Erik somehow always knew what she liked.

" Erik, can you read to me? " She asked with a tilt of her head.

Erik took a peek away from his music notes cocking his brow in slight surprise, He thought she had been asleep. " Christine, you should rest " He tried, " I have been trying Erik, but I just can't seem to fall asleep " she huffed and threw her head back. He sighed and turned his back to her, she opened her eyes, letting her gaze fall to him feeling slightly disappointed.

She shifted again adjusting herself on the couch with a small hiss, " Christine, don't overdo it now, what would you like to read? " he asked. Christine snapped her gaze behind her, and there he was going through his late selection of books pulling one out to flip a couple of pages.

" I do prefer a good mystery, don't you think? " the corners of her lips stretched into a grin. " Yes! Or, might you have any romances? " She asked excitement obvious in her tone. With a curt nod, he placed the book he had been holding back onto the shelf trailing his finger over the edges of the books until he stilled and grabbed a faded red one off the shelf. Once he sat back down, she leaned over his shoulder eagerly, she felt him tense, but she knew he didn't really mind and he began to read.

" When Roxane felt heavy uneven footsteps, she felt her stomach twirl uneasily... "

Christine had managed to squirm herself in-between Erik's legs, he held the book in front of her, resting his head on her shoulder so he could continue to read. His voice was soft and velvety brushing warmly against her ear making delightful shivers roll down her spine.

In the small time frame from when he started reading, from the first chapter to the fourth, she had fallen asleep in his arms. Erik did not know for the life of him what to do, Christine was not a light sleeper, but she certainly wasn't a heavy one either and would come to if he even tried to get off the couch.

It wasn't bad, he didn't want to wake her, it felt wrong having her cuddled so close to him but, it felt so nice at the same time. He managed to let his eyes fall shut and allow sleep to overcome him at last.