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Lessons In Box 5	By : musicofthenight Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 3784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Lessons In Box 5 - It's Worth Being Late - One Shot

Author: musicofthenight

Archived: At this time no, please don't archive it any where.

Summary: Raoul and Christine are both in for a lesson..

Rating: R.

Pairings: Erik and Christine

Author Notes: Updated Nov 04, 2005 - Thank you to a friend of mine.... you know who you are.

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Phantom of the Opera and make no money off this, it's just to have fun, and I enjoy it.

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She was going to be late. Her teacher did not like it when she was not on time. Raoul had detained her, wanting to talk. She had tried her best to be polite in telling him that she had to be somewhere, but Raoul had grown angry. He had demanded to know what was so important that she could not spare five minutes for him.

She told him that it was over between them, she had made a choice. She was doing what her heart and soul was destined to do. He did not believe her.

“Christine, he is a monster. Remember what he did to me the night he kidnapped you.”

“It is you that has become the monster, not him,” She stated angrily.

He threw his head back and laughed bitterly.

“Coward, you can’t even face that I choose him instead of you.” She turned on her heel and started to walk away.

He had grabbed her arm roughly and pressed his body up against hers.

“Can you feel that? Feel how hard I am. I want you Christine.” She raked her nails across his face while she pushed away from him.

“You’ll pay for that.” He tried to slap her, but she caught his hand in time.

“No, you’ll turn around, and keep walking out of the Opera house. Maybe one of your mistresses can keep you company,” Christine smiled at Raoul’s shocked expression. “Oh yes, I know about them! Perhaps you can bring one of them home to your family and marry her. It would do you good to settle down with the right woman that knows what you want. I do not want to fill in those shoes. I’m late for my appointment and if you bother me again, I’ll do more than rake my nails across your face.” She spat.

Raoul’s face grew dark with anger as he watched her turn away from him, walking at a fast pace to make up for lost time. Raoul glared at her departing back, and vowed to himself that he would have her by the end of the evening. He was unaware that someone was watching in the shadows and had plans of his own. He would punish him for touching his woman. He’d make sure that the boy would get a lesson in how to treat a woman, love her, hold her, cherish her.

He would be the one to give him that lesson. Erik left the unwanted Vicomte to his thoughts, as a haughty smile curved his lips.

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As Christine hurried through the corridors, further detained, by several of the patrons, Mme Giry came up behind her. Christine was grateful as the older woman made excuses to them and led her away. While they walked together, Christine told Mme Giry of her meeting with Erik in box five. She knew he would be angry for her being so late. However, he would know that it was not her fault. She knew he was there, in the shadows, watching, and waiting.

The last time she was late, as punishment, he had left her in a state of burning need. This time she vowed he would not do it again to her. His voice had wrapped its self around her like a lovers’ touch when they had sang together on the stage the night before. The management approved him taking the lead role to be with her. At the end of the performance, she was on fire with an aching need that had not gone away, by pleasuring herself.

After a month of being with him as his partner, student and lover, her love for him had deepened. She saw him as a man that commanded attention when he was in the room. His music throbbed inside of him, as tangible as his existence. A man that made known his displeasure and when they were together alone, his touch seduced and caressed, taking them to mutual heights of passion.

As Christine turned the corner and entered the hallway of box five. She noticed it was a bit darker than usual and that of the candles had been extinguished. Slowly she reached the box, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. Cautiously, she turned the handle and opened the door to the box, taking a step into the room. The curtains had been drawn, so no one could see who or what was in the box. The box was filled with velvet curtains, draped along the walls, highlighting the scarlet material, was the warm glow of candlelight, but not penetrating enough to reach the corners of the box.

Slowly she turned to close the door when Erik came out of the shadows. Christine was startled by his sudden appearance.

“You’re late, leave the door open.” He told her gruffly. It was a statement not a request. His voice filled the silence in the box, the sound, deep and rich, sent shivers down her spine.

“But Erik, someone will see you…us,”

“Leave it open.”

Afraid his temper might flare once more she obeyed him.

“I’m sorry Erik; the rehearsals took a lot longer than normal. I had to change out of my costume and while trying to get here I was met by some of the patrons.”

“You mean you met up with that damned Vicomte. He has tried my patience. All that I ask is that when meet is for you to be on time,” He snapped angrily.

His presence commanded her full attention; his large frame dominated the small room. Christine watched with barely concealed fascination as the muscles under his white crisp shirt moved with sheer power. He walked over to her to remove a chair from one of the darkened corners. The glow of the candles lit specks of chestnut in the hairs that covered his chest. His pale skin glowed in the candlelight.

She knew she must choose her words carefully, remembering what had happened the last time he left her unfulfilled and tortured with need.

“Erik, so much has to be done for opening night…”

“I don’t want to hear that now, he is the cause of your lateness.” He cut her off.

“Who?” She asked, but she knew whom Erik meant, perfectly.

“The Vicomte De Chagny.” He growled. “Who else would have kept you? Everyone else here at Opera knows better than to keep me waiting. They know I do not tolerate this. And he knows you are mine.”

“There are only so many ways I can say I am sorry,” She said, lifting her head defiantly.

Erik looked at her intently. “Are you sure of that?” He drawled.

Christine felt her earlier bravado dissolve under his gaze.

“I did my best to not lead him to anything. He knows it is over between him and me. I am yours, heart and soul,” She said, hoping he would see the truth.

With one glance at him, she knew he was still displeased, but was unsure if that anger was directed towards her, or Raoul.

“When will you learn, that he doesn’t want to be friends? Do not be so naïve, Christine he wants you. Tonight I witnessed him touch you, forcing his body on you. He even tried to strike you, but you my love were quick enough to stop him. If he had succeeded I would have killed him,” He stated.

Erik’s eyes travelled slowly over her body, letting her see how much he wanted her. Desire filled his deep sea green gaze. Christine dropped her gaze and glanced lower at the telltale swelling in his close fitting pants. His body throbbed with desire, wanting to be sheathed deep inside of her.

She raised her head again to look at him. It was hopeless, trying to win this argument, and now that she knew he had been there with her, watching what Raoul had done, she gave up. Looking into the intensity of his eyes, she was no longer able to fight her desire for Erik. She tried to read his expression, still seeing the angry glitter to his eyes, edged with his need, she knew she was in for a lesson she would not forget.

Erik walked over to her slowly; each step hit the carpet floor with a defining sound that only she could hear. He handed her a red rose with his signature black ribbon around it. She took it smiling shyly. He returned the smile, already knowing her lesson for today was not going to be the one he had originally intended. Their lessons had been in box five since they had been together.

“Thank you Erik.” She said, playing with silky petals.

His right-gloved hand cupped her cheek. “Tonight’s lesson is going to be during the performance. You’ll not be singing.”

Concern filled her gaze, “Why during the performance? Isn’t now a better time?”

“Well, since you asked, there was something I wanted to do.”

His eyes travelled down her dress, his gloved hand lingered at the nape of neck, slowly tracing her collarbone. She shivered at the contact, her thoughts returning to the night before. Her breathing slowed, as she closed her eyes, savoring his touch.

A sound in the hallway alerted Erik, he knew who it was, as he turned towards the door. He saw Raoul standing there gaping at him in shock. Erik looked at him, a slow self-satisfied smirk spread across his face before he turned his attention back to Christine.

Slowly he removed his gloves one at a time, placing them on the small table by the door. Turning back, she caught a glimpse of the wanting in his depths of his eyes.

“Tonight’s lesson has two parts. Within the next few moments, the company will rehearse once more without you. This is why these curtains are closed. You will have your first lesson right here in this very box. The music will begin, and then your soul, your love and your passion will be mine.” He spoke softly into her ear; his warm breath kissed her skin.

“What is my lesson?” Christine asked, forgetting to breathe, gasping her shoulders swaying slightly.

Erik slowly, trailed his lips along her collarbone, his tongue teasing up her neck to her ear, “ Sit down my love, in the corner, on the chair.”

She did as she was told, and sat on the chair in the darkened corner. Erik turned away from her, for just for a moment to bring the other chair closer. She looked at him, noticing once more the straining material in the front of his pants. She felt desire working its way down her body and pooling in the centre of her core.

She licked her lips.

He leaned in closer to her, until he was level with her ear. “Now my love, any moment the music will start. My music will begin, and on my cue you’ll be writhing under my pleasure.” His voice purred, nipping her ear lobe.

His gaze drifted towards the door, still seeing Raoul standing there his mouth open, mesmerised by the scene before him.

Erik turned back to Christine and he kissed her lips, hard, his tongue demanding entrance to her mouth. As the passion between them flared, she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him, pressing herself against his hard chest. Slowly his hands roamed her form, taking mental notes of where her body responded to his touch.

The music started, the sounds filling the box. He slowly unlaced her corset, slipping his hand under the material to cup her breast. She arched her body against his fingers to allow him better access. She gasped, moaning, closing her eyes as the sensations take her close to unconsciousness. She gripped his shirt in desperation. Erik slowly parted the edges of her corset and kissed a trail along her exposed breast. He lowered his head, took the hardened bud into his mouth, and sucked it hungrily.

She moaned into with the music, the movements of his tongue sending damp heat between her thighs. Erik continued his sweet torture with the other breast. Her hands roamed his back, pressing him closer to her. He then trailed his tongue up to her neck to her pulse point.

Christine lowered her head, hungry for his kisses, opening his mouth with her tongue; just had he had done to her. She heard him moan. Her hands explored his chest, feeling the muscles jump from her touch; she slowly trailed one hand down to his hardened manhood.

He grasped her hand and thrust his hardened cock against it.

“This is what you do to me, every moment I think of you, when I write my music. When you sing, and when you slowly undress in front of the mirror. I want your damp heat, around me, taking me in and begging for my possession. I want that burning fire that runs in my blood, which only you can sate. I want you to feel it was well.”

“I want you inside me, now.” She said pleadingly as slowly caressed his hard shaft through the material of his pants.

Erik stopped her, “Not yet, there is a lesson I want you to learn.”

He glanced at Raoul again, silently mouthing, “This is your punishment.”

“What are you doing?” She asked, as she felt the cool breeze as he lifted her skirts above her waist, and unlaced her drawers. His fingers found the opening to her moist core; slowly he fingered the damp curls and smiled. He removed his hand for a moment and she moaned in protest.

“Christine this is going to be your lesson.” He slid under her skirts once more, finding the slick opening with his fingers. He slowly entered her with his middle finger. The warm scent of her arousal caused him to harden further.

She cried out in tune with the opera.

The fingers of his other hand parted her folds and he bent his head, as his mouth replaced his finger. His tongue licked and circled her clit. Slow strokes that made her legs tremble and her gasps of pleasure ring out in the box. She climaxed moments later, pressing herself against his tongue. She opened her legs wider, not wanting it to end. She wrapped them around his chair, and she moved against his tongue and finger, in and out, repeating the same act. He made her body come alive, repeatedly as she cried out his name.

Around them, the music soared high above the passionate cries, high above the passion that locked them into this bliss.

With each flick of his tongue would send her over the edge and he intended to push her over that edge. Again and again he tasted her sweet juices and over and over she kept climaxing, her body convulsed until finally she reached so high she came crashing down to earth back into the box, trembling and spent. Spots danced in front of her eyes as she almost blacked out, from the sweet torture he had given her.

Erik slid back in his seat, looking over her. Her body responded to him and him alone. He licked his fingers, tasting once more of her juices. She smiled as the opera continued outside of their velvet world. She straddled him, unfastening his trousers and freeing his manhood, she slowly guided him to her warm, wet heat.

She kissed him, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. He brought her down on his throbbing cock. She slid down his length. Slowly she started to move, after a few moments he matched her with each thrust taking her higher, her muscles tightened around his shaft, her moans filled the box once more.

Harder and harder, they both set the passionate rhythm. His hands cupped her breasts. She tore at his white shirt, sending several buttons to the floor, and raked his back with her nails.

She wanted to bite him, to taste him as he did to her, but instead with each thrust Erik almost sends her over the edge. The music filling their souls, as their bodies’ rock together, and in his arms, she climaxes once more.

“Oh Erik, oh yes.” She said, breathless. She closed her eyes enjoying the moment.

“Faster love, that’s it, right there. Now look at me, let me see your eyes as I come in you.” It was a command, not wanting to disappoint him, she did, and she kept her eyes open, screaming his name repeatedly. Erik matching each hard thrust, her muscles contracting around him and then she came crashing down, falling onto him,

“Oh Christine.” He cried out, thrusting harder, then seconds later Erik spilt his seed deep inside her womb. His eyes never leaving her face.

Moment’s later Erik held Christine in his arms, loving the feel of her body on top of him, still buried inside her. Slowly he picked her up, tending to himself he buttoned his trousers. Then he placed her on his throne, at the other side of the box, lacing up her drawers, and putting her corset back into place for her.

“My love. This will teach you to be late every cursed time.”

The only response she gave was a satisfied sigh. “Well I now know it’s worth being late.”

He chuckled, knowing that later when the performance started, it would be ten times better than the last.

His gaze once more went towards the door and he saw Raoul still standing there panting. He knew he had been taught a lesson. As he noted the damp imprint on Raoul trousers, Erik knew it would be a lesson he would never forget.

Raoul mouthed, “You win.”

Erik turned back to Christine, the other man already dismissed from his mind. Slowly, and silently, Raoul closed the door to box five.

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