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

The Music Of The Night

" Erik? "

" Yes, dear? "

" ... I'm sorry... "

Most people would call it improper for a lady and her man to be lying in bed, unmarried whilst the lady wore nothing but a shirt, but Erik and Christine were not most people.

Erik blinked, shifting his gaze upon her. She had insisted that he remove his mask since it hurt him and he couldn't deny. The room had only a few lit candles, their warmth glistened over her Carmel curls. She still remained in only his shirt since her clothes had yet to dry, and he hoped he would get to see her in his clothes more often.

" What do you mean my dear? " He asked surprised, he was happy that she was there in his arms, and he prayed that this wasn't all some cruel dream, and if it was, he wished to never wake up.

" It's just, " She began, her tone a bit dazed.

His hands stroked her messy hair, and he hummed a soft encouragement, so she continued. " It's not fair " His hand froze for a moment, " What are you talking about? I would wish to make you feel better "

She sighed burrowing herself into his chest, " You don't deserve to be treated in such a way, Raoul told me about the Gypsies and that's when I finally came back here - I'm sorry "

Erik couldn't respond for a minute, which stretched into five, and she didn't know how long the silence fell upon them.

" My mother sold me to them "

" ...What? I- ...I, Erik? "

He rested his chin over her head, to avoid her looking up at him he didn't want to meet her eyes.

" She even denied me a kiss on my birthday, my father died when I was about three. But- before I was forced from my mother's home, I found his letter that was for me, " Christine felt his arm around her tense, so she brought her own over his shoulder and to his back drawing slow steady circles over his back in an attempt to calm him.

" T-That letter was probably the only compassion I was ever gifted in my entire pitifully existence " he hid his face in her hair.

She drew her lips over his neck, " You deserve so much more... " she trailed off.

" Take me " her hot breath whisked against his ear.

Erik recoiled, baffled by her sudden confidence. " Christine? " he clearly didn't know how to respond, she felt that same similar tingle of arousal in her chest from when he played earlier, she knew now what she wanted, and she knew he needed some affection too.

" I want to make the music of the night " she purred, Erik's body jolted when she pushed him from his side and onto his back. She straddled his hips in one swift movement, Erik noticed that gleam in her eyes, they were fogged with lust.

Now he wasn't one experienced in the field of lovemaking, but he found himself to be a sharp learner though often time whilst he wandered through the opera house he recalled seeing lovers doing the dirty hidden in the shadows, and he didn't know whether he should be grossed out that they would do it there of all places, or be slightly turned on.

Many times he found himself studying what the men would do, mainly because he had all the time in the world and could use some form of entertainment that wasn't screeching Carlotta. He would watch them disappear between the women's legs, making her cry and moan in ecstasy.

His chest fluttered with what he could only assume to be excitement mixed with fear. He bit his lip, she leaned down lips brushing over his " I want you, Erik, " Erik finally took the small amount of courage he had, pushing their lips together eagerly.