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Born Ugly: book Two	By : KassandraRamsey Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 1617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay. more touchy-feely, kissy stuff between Erik and Christine. I'm gonna stop with this kind of warning now, b/c if you read this far then it obviously doesn't bother you.

Chapter 10: A Year and a Half

Erik had me kiss him goodnight every night after that. But that was all he’d allow. Then I turned sixteen, and he decided that kissing hello was all right as well.

Things were different between us after that. Our innocent carefree relationship was over. What had once been casual touches or glances, were now filled with heat and desire. He wanted me, very badly.

Our voice lessons, more often than not, would quickly turn into make-out sessions. It was only kissing though, his hands never strayed from my shoulders, and I was not bold enough to touch him. Even so, with each passing day it became that much harder to leave him at night. But I knew what would most likely happen if I ever stayed. And that thought terrified and excited me at the same time.

We never had light, happy kisses like the ones I’d seen Margo and Robbie share. Ours were always desperate and left me feeling unsatisfied. Though I’d been sixteen for a few weeks, I was still trying to get used to his kisses. Not that I didn’t enjoy them immensely, but they did frighten me a little because of their intensity.

I studied Margo and Robbie’s relationship a lot, and finally decided to consult a reliable source. According to Cosmopolitan magazine, things would get better after we had sex. The burning intensity that I felt just being near him was called ‘unresolved sexual tension’, and apparently the only way to make it go away was to have sex.

I couldn’t let it happen yet though. First of all, I knew that I was not mentally or emotionally ready. But most importantly, I was too young.

Erik had just turned twenty-seven, and with me being only sixteen, I wasn’t sure our relationship was entirely legal. No, actually, I knew that it was legal, as I had done research. I guess the word I’m looking for would be ethical. There’s no law that says a minor and an adult can’t date or even kiss. It just says they can’t have sex.

I knew that after I turned eighteen we could be free to do as we pleased, but as more time passed, I became less sure that I could wait that long. Erik would do what I wanted, nothing more, nothing less. When we finally did consummate our relationship, it would be because I decided to.

Sometimes I resented the fact that he could seem so patient and unaffected. It took so much from me to end our kisses, and yet he would back away and look like nothing had happened while I was still trying to catch my breath.

It also irritated me that he would not remove his mask in my presence. I began to really hate that cold piece of porcelain.

One night, we actually made it through four different songs before he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down to the piano bench next to him.

“Erik, please take off your mask,” I begged before he could kiss me.

His temper flared as it had begun to do more frequently since we’d started kissing. He could get very angry, violent even, but it never frightened me. I knew with everything in my being that Erik would die before he’d hurt me, or allow me to be hurt. So, I remained calm as he flung music sheets across the room and cursed me to hell.

“Why are you trying to ruin what we have?” he demanded.

In the beginning, I had been touched by his obvious insecurities over his deformity, but I was starting to become quite irritated by them.

“You’ve known me for eleven years. I’ve never once turned away from you. I’ve given you everything of myself, hiding nothing! And it hurts that you can’t trust me enough to remove that stupid mask!” I cried, picking up the remaining sheets of music and throwing them across the room.

We both cracked up laughing then. The angry tension fading to be replaced by the more familiar sexual tension as he pulled me to him for a kiss.

Several minutes passed before I pulled away, panting as always. Although I was pleased to see that this time he seemed a bit more ruffled than usual.

“When we make love, you will not wear the mask,” I told him as I stood up and stretched.

He gave me a mischievous grin.

“You think about us making love?” he asked, teasingly.

I gave him a look.

“Of course I do, and I know you do too. According to Cosmo, men think of little else,” I said smugly.

He laughed then, but didn’t try to persuade me otherwise like I’d thought he would.

Instead, he stood up and walked over to me, running his eyes up and down my body.

Even though I was dressed in slacks and a long-sleeved blouse, that look made me feel naked. He kissed my lips quickly, then ran his mouth down my neck. I let out a squeal when he lightly bit a particularly sensitive spot beneath my right ear.

“I can’t speak for other men, but I admit that for me, that statement couldn’t be more correct,” he whispered against my skin. I shivered.

He moved his mouth back to mine for one more kiss, then leaned back to see my face.

“You should leave now,” he said, and his voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it.

“I don’t want to,” I blurted without thinking.

His hands came up to cup my face.

“It’s too soon, and you know it. I don’t want you to go either, but you must,” he insisted.

I sighed.

“Why can’t I just stay down here with you tonight? We can just sleep next to each other, we don’t have to do anything,” I pleaded, covering his hands on my face with my own.

Erik closed his eyes for a moment and when he opened them again he looked like he was in pain. He shook his head and pulled away from me, taking a few steps back.

“I’m sorry, Christine, but I can’t do that,” he said, finally.

“You mean you won’t do it,” I pouted, crossing my arms.

“No, I can’t. If you lie in bed with me now, neither one of us will sleep, and we’ll both regret it in the morning.”

I gave him a skeptical look.

“Oh please, like you couldn’t keep your hands off of me! If that was true, you’d have done a lot more than just kiss me by now,” I snapped.

Erik was angry again. Wonderful!

He strode back up to me; grabbing my arms and pulling me flush against him. I gasped as I felt him press himself deliberately against my belly.

He lowered his head so he could whisper in my ear.

“Can you feel what you do to me? Every night you leave me like this. I lay awake for hours trying not to think of you, but I can’t. It takes so much out of me to not just take you, but I’ve always been able to pull back. However, you are not helping the situation by being so insistent! My control is not limitless!” he hissed, pulling away.

I closed my eyes, feeling a tear trail down my cheek. An instant later, his hand wiped it away.

He gave a heavy sigh, and sank to his knees in front of me, grabbing my hands.

“I did not mean to upset you, my Darling. I just need you to understand. I love you more than anything, and I do not want to give anyone a reason to separate us,” he said, placing kisses in my palms.

I sighed, and swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

“I understand now, Erik. I guess all this just proves that I have some more growing up to do,” I admitted.

He smiled and slid his arms around my waist, resting his bare cheek against my stomach.

I stroked his hair, realizing for the first time that he wore a wig. This revelation made me start to wonder about all of the things that I didn’t know about him.

It would probably be a good idea to slow things down between us, regardless of what we wanted.

“Erik? I think this is getting too hard for us. Maybe we should only do lessons one night a week. Cut back the time we spend together,” I said, hesitantly.

He nodded, but had started crying, and I lowered myself onto my knees and hugged him properly.

“I don’t like this any more than you do, but I think it’s for the best,” I whispered against his chest.

“I’ve waited this long, what’s another couple of years?”

I laughed.

“A year and a half. Then I’ll be eighteen, and we can do as we please,” I reminded him happily.

I pulled back, expecting to see a smile on his face, but he was frowning.

“A lot can happen in a year and a half. You could change your mind…”

I kissed him, pouring all the love and passion I felt for him into it.

I grinned at his dazed look when I pulled away.

“I won’t,” I promised.

He nodded but didn’t look convinced.

End Chapter 10

A/N: This is E/C to the max, have faith in me.
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