Help Me Make The Music Of The Night (Phantom of The opera ) ErikxChristine!SMUT!

Cold Days, Warm Nights

Christine glanced again at herself in the mirror, she frowned, his shirts were big. The large off-white button-down was swaying barely above her knees, she will admit she
felt a bit awkward walking around like this, but she could live with it.

When she trudged out, she clutched the end of the shirt tugging it down suddenly feeling very self-conscious about her bare legs. He looked up from his notes to glance to his left when the patting of her feet hit his ears.

He was now properly dressed in his usual black tuxedo, must have changed whilst she was asleep. He set down a few sheets of music setting them onto the organs keys, his gaze melted up and down her body, having to force his eyes away from staring a bit too long.

" I see they are not quite your size . . . " He observed.

She tried to hide a grin creeping on her lips, carefully avoiding his gaze.

He nodded and hummed rising from the bench, " Are you positive you wish to stay with me? I could bring you back up if that's what you wish " He offered with a sad smile. Her head shot up in surprise. She shook her head quickly, " Would I have come back if I didn't? I know I have made some questionable decisions, but I do not wish to return to Raoul " She stepped closer.

She ran a hand down his cheek and down his neck, his shoulders tensed almost pulling away when her other hand swept across his mask until her thumb hooked
underneath. His breath hitched when she peeled the mask away from his face, slowly making sure he had a chance to protest or pull away from her.

" Christine " He mumbled breathily when he let his eyes fall closed, she grinned, she was never afraid of his deformity, it was true it wasn't pleasant to look at but it wasn't something she couldn't get used to. The first time she ripped the mask away she was selfish and instantly regretted doing so, afraid of his sudden rage towards her.

When the mask was set aside, she took that moment to lean in and tenderly capture his misshapen lips with a kiss. He kissed back, greedily raking his gloved hands down her hips to her waist.

Erik was not used to affection, he could hardly remember if his mother had ever even touched him without some form disgust. But oh, how delicate Christine's hands felt, touching him so carefully making sure he was alright before she ventured further.

He didn't even realize he had leaned into her hand, nuzzling his cheek against it like a puppy who was desperate for attention. She giggled warmly, honestly finding his action adorable kissing his deformed cheek.

" you're so handsome, " she murmured.

He froze eyes snapping open in shock " Y-you mean that? No lies? " She nodded with a small grin " Very much, you're eyes are gorgeous, you have lovely tan skin " 'For someone who probably didn't get sunlight very often ' she continued in thought.

" You're eyes are an icy blue, almost silver " she observed, Erik smiled a little (A rare sight for Christine to see) and with a hum dragged his fingers back up her body, Christine shuddered when his gloved fingers ran up her neck.

" And your voice, I wouldn't even know where to begin " it was silent.

" Does it hurt? " She questioned gesturing to his face.

He looked a little taken aback, shaking his head " No, but if I wear the mask to long it may get irritated " he shrugged. She kissed his deformed cheek, nose, then his lips. He grinned into her kiss " My, my Christine... " He murmured sweetly against her lips. When she pulled away, he had to stop himself from following.

" My poor, poor Erik " She sighed rubbing her thumb over his cheek, Eriks eyes fluttered open, he cocked his head in confusion as to why his Christine was frowning. " Is Christine alright?, Has Erik done something wrong? "

Christine blinked, " No, no Erik, i am just a bit sad about how you have been treated, you did not deserve it " Erik frowned. " Christine, you mustn't worry about my past, for you are here now and you make me oh so happy please don't leave "

She shook her head a grin playing her lips " Never, I promise "

She pecked his lips closing her eyes, Erik didn't kiss back his body went still momentarily, she pulled away " is anything wrong dear? " " Christine when did you last eat? "

Christine licked her lips, the lingering taste was strong, yet sweet, she knew he would have only the best wine for himself. She hadn't realized how hungry she had gotten, she wasn't able to eat all day due to the big show, managers running around, ballet rats gossiping about the phantom actually coming or not.

" I'm sorry, all i have is bread, Cheese and wine " Erik apologized. He wasn't a man with a very big appetite, so he was never really picky about what he ate and for years he was content with just bread and cheese.

Christine took another sip from her cup, she made a mental note to make sure he had a healthy diet, bread and cheese was a good snack just enough to settle her aching stomach but not nearly enough for an everyday meal.

" It's fine darling, " She replied calmly, silence stressed over her like a thick blanket that you couldn't bear to keep on because it was too hot. She swirled her wine around the glass, pretending to look occupied.

She picked up her head when his warm deep chuckle drowned over the silence, he pressed his fingers to his lips, curling into a little smirk.

" What? "

He hummed lowering his head trying to hide his growing smile.

She cocked her head in confusion, what was so amusing? " Erik? What on earth are you smirking about? "

He stifled a small laugh trying to disguise it as a cough.

" What? Come now Erik this isn't funny! " she pushed.

He couldn't help it, he burst out into a fit of giggles, " Erik! Cut it out! " she laughed. " I-I'm Sorry- I just " he took a breath " you just started asking and- I couldn't answer the look on your face was just so- "

" Oh-! Erik! "

Christine was leaned over Eriks shoulder as he crashed his fingers against the grand keys of the organ. She turned her head, his mouth was closed, but she could tell he was clenching his jaw tightly. Even in the dark she could feel His icy silver blue eyes, lost in his own world of music, sometimes taking shaky uneven breaths.

As his playing grew more and more aggressive, her legs pulled themselves together tighter. Something inside her ached, teased her and she was almost scared to find out what it was.

Biting her lip with half lidded eyes, He continued to play a softer tune this time, almost hypnotic. A cold Erie rush ran down her body,and her belly felt warm. When he met her eyes she swore she was going to die.

She felt trapped under his gaze, she didn't dare to even think of moving. 'What would it feel like to have Erik's skin pressed against mine?' She thought to herself. Desire pooled inside her.

" Christine? Are you getting tired now my dear? "

She barely responded to him besides shaking her head mind completely out of track, he glanced at his pocket watch.

" my dear it's 3:37 in the morning "

She huffed pulling herself off of him, the air in the room fell to silence a silence she dreaded, she didn't think she could sleep well on her own. She was not afraid of the darkness she had learned to to.erate it over the years . But the thought of being alone suddenly scared her knowing Erik was not there " C-can you sleep with me? I-I still need to get used to this place... "

Erik turned to her, a delicate angel like her, wanted to sleep next to a hideous monster like him?

" please... "

Erik bit his lip, why couldn't he ever say no to her?