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The Silent Wish	By : LaurieBaker Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 14629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“Aurora!”

Sophia Sorelli looked at her sister in shock as she opened her dressing room door. Quickly, she gestured for her sister to come in and have a seat at her side.

“You’re a little early, aren’t you?” La Sorelli laughed. “The ballet is two hours from now! Oh, and how is your Baron doing?”

“He is not my Baron,” Aurora responded through clenched teeth.

“I am afraid I see your point,” Sophia said with a grimace. “That man does seem like an awful prig, doesn’t he? Can you not convince Papa to change his mind about him? Still, I would feel sorry by anyone who was victimized by that masked freak!”

Aurora bowed her head and said nothing. She knew how much her sister hated the Phantom for all that he had done. Not only had her and her friends’ lives been endangered countless times by his actions, but her lover, the Count Philippe de Chagny, had supposedly been murdered by him as well. Those guilty feelings started up again in her breast. If her sister only knew about her love affair with Erik, she would never speak to her again.

“I cannot believe the incompetence of the police allowing that Phantom criminal to get away!” Sophia continued with her raving. “With that psychopath constantly cutting down scenery and chandeliers, that time was simply hell for everybody! And now everyone is terrified that he is going to start trouble here again...after that attack…”

“I don’t see why he should,” Aurora said, shrugging with feigned indifference. “After all, Christine Daae is no longer here. Why should he hurt anyone now?”

“Well, why did he attack the Baron?” Sophia rejoindered. “That man had nothing to do with Christine! The fiend is an insane maniac and there is nothing else to be said on the matter! You don’t actually expect him to act rationally, do you? Oh…” Her tirade ended on a sob as she pulled out a handkerchief and rubbed at her eyes. “And I shall never get over the loss of my Philippe!”

“I am sorry you miss him so, Sophia.”

“Well,” Sophia acknowledged. “He was a gentleman and treated me well, although I know he never would have married me. Why, he wouldn’t have been killed at all if he had just let his brother marry Christine Daae in peace! Truly, I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead but he was capable of being an insufferable snob. But you should not concern your sweet pretty head with such matters as that monster.”

Her sister blew her nose and began stretching her limber muscles in preparation for the athletic night ahead.

“You never told me why you are here so early.”

“You never gave me a chance,” Aurora laughed before steeling her nerves to go through with her plan. “Actually, I was wondering if perhaps you would agree to be my chaperone for the weekend. You see, I have been invited to stay with a friend out in the country for a few days’ rest.”

“What friend do you have in the country?” Sophia asked suspiciously. “And besides, you know I am entirely too busy to be a chaperone for you! I have too little time to myself as it is when I am not dancing.”

“Well, I do not want for you to actually be my chaperone...” Aurora suggested hesitantly as she swallowed hard. “...I am only asking for you to agree to tell Papa that you were my chaperone...”

Her sister’s eyes lit up with sharp understanding before she narrowed her eyes.

“You do know that Papa will never believe such a bald-faced lie? Since when do we ever go for weekends out in the country together?”

“He would believe it if you said that my friend was a mutual acquaintance of ours.”

Sophia nodded skeptically.

“I see. And just who should I say is this acquaintance?”

“How about...Monsieur and Madame de Beauville?” Aurora suggested, picking a couple from out of their mutual acquaintances.

“Hmmph...” Sophia snorted with an unladylike manner. “As if I’d stay in that old crone’s home for over five minutes! Really, Aurora, I do not mind your taking on a lover, but do not get me mixed up in all of these entanglements and lies!”

“Oh, please do this for me, Sophia!” Aurora pleaded, falling to her knees at her sister’s side, holding her hand in desperation. “Papa is determined to marry me off to that Baron! Once he recovers from that attack, I imagine I shall never have another moment’s peace. And then I shall probably have to cut off all relations with … my friend. You said yourself that the Baron is a prig! Can I not have just a few sweet memories of pleasure to cling to before I am to be a wife?”

“Oh, very well,” Sophia answered hesitantly, obviously moved by her pleas. “And do get off your knees, Aurora! I am supposed to be the melodramatic sister, remember?”

Aurora almost smiled as she rose to her feet. Apparently, some of Erik’s pathos was rubbing off on her.

“But if I have to suffer Papa’s temper because of this, I shall snatch you bald-headed!” her sister warned.

“Oh, thank you, Sophia!” Aurora cried out as she hugged her sister. “Thank you!”

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As Aurora returned to the mansion and told her Papa that she and Sophia would be staying with some mutual friends over the weekend, she felt badly, especially when he said that he was delighted to see her feeling better and getting out more. Then he began to ask all sorts of questions about the de Beauvilles. Aurora had to make up one lie after another and hated herself for it. Eventually, she told her Papa that she had to hurry as the de Beauvilles were expecting to meet with her later that evening. She must pack at once.

As she prepared a small valise, she felt so terrible about her dishonesty.

Yet the promise of staying with Erik not just for a few fleeting hours in the night, but for all night…and for several nights…

She knew she had bought herself a one-way ticket to hell for all of her lying, but it would be worth it.

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As soon as her footsteps could be heard by the trap door, Erik opened the passway, grabbed her wrist and quickly pulled her in. Taking her valise from her grasp, he hurried her along the labyrinth until they were finally in his home.

He wanted her so badly. Over the last few hours, his anticipation had been mounting steadily.

Just as he had been unbuttoning her dress a few hours before, Aurora’s hands covered his own. She said that she might possibly be able to arrange it so that she could stay not just for the night, but for the next few days. As much as he had wanted to plant his mouth upon her perfect breasts, the promise of having her to himself for so long was too tempting. With agonizing fortitude, he managed to button her back up again, kissed her deeply on the mouth and told her to hurry.

Even after all of their past meetings, Erik felt such intense passion that he might as well have never known a woman’s touch at all. No, that was not true. It was because he knew of the pleasures that lay ahead that he wanted to rip off her dress and let the buttons spill to the floor. He wanted to tear the pins from her hair. He wanted to pounce upon her and force her upon the floor on her hands and knees, thrusting into her from behind like an animal, as he would bite at her neck and tease her jiggling breasts and play with her nub until she would thrash against him, every bit as wild and out of control as he was.

But he knew that would scare her away.

So he threw down the valise as they entered the music room. He swept her off of her feet and carried her to the bedroom. He was pleased to see that she was already working at the buttons and laces of her dress anxiously as he set her upon her feet. Having discarded her dress, she threw her arms about him, planting little kisses along his exposed neck and collarbone.

“We must slow down, Aurora,” he moaned in spite of his raging manhood. “We must slow down or this will end sooner than either one of us would like.”

Erik inhaled deeply of the fragrance of Aurora’s skin as he removed her undergarments and pulled her close against him.

The sensations of sex were still so unfamiliar to him that sometimes he could have sworn he had only dreamed of their previous encounters. But now it was all exquisitely real: the soft wet sounds of their hungry mouths suckling and licking at each other, the heat and softness of flesh upon flesh, and of course the spiraling sensations of nerves being stimulated and stretched to the breaking point until glorious release. And this time, he was not nervous about his inexperience or her displeasure. Everything felt so good and right between them that it could simply be what it was.

In an effort to curb his lust, he concentrated on watching her face as he let his hands wander to her most sensitive places. She was unaccustomed to such keen attention from him during their intimate moments, rewarding him with a sweet shy smile and a blush. He was wrong in thinking that observing her would make him more in control of his senses. If anything, he felt as if he were about to spill all over her when he saw her bite her lower lip and clench her eyes tightly closed as her climax neared. And when she did come, her erotic cries were so seductive that he quickly entered her before he was driven completely over the edge. And as he buried his face into the hollow of her neck, he felt not just the warmth of her flesh but also that of her soul before helplessly spending inside of her.
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