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Memoirs of a Monster	By : Luv Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2993 -:- 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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Finding Maddy suitable clothing in which to go riding proved impossible. She waved a hand in dismissal though, stating that it didn’t matter, my cloak would suffice for keeping her warm and covered.

So it was that we made our way to the stable. She walked beside me, silent and small, my cloak trailing along the stone floor by a foot or more. I glanced at her as we went, but kept quiet, her gaze was again far off and I wondered if confronting the place of her attack would be too much. We entered the sweet musty confines of the stable though and I saw no ill effects on her outward appearance. To the contrary, she looked up at me and smiled when the soft nicker of greeting met our ears. “I’ve missed them,” she said. I returned the smile, immediately feeling self-conscious without my mask and turning away to set to the task of obtaining the tack I needed for Cesar.

It was quite late, well after midnight and I was certain any grooms about were lulled into an alcohol induced slumber. Therefore I moved at ease, collecting Cesar’s saddle, girth, pad and bridle and bringing them back to his stall where Maddy stood at the beast’s head petting him and talking in soothing tones. He looked back at her with wide brown eyes, his ears pricked and listening. I saw him push his muzzle between her breasts and for a moment I felt the most absurd twinge of jealousy. I could hardly blame him though. Having felt that feather light touch on my own face, and heard that sweet voice close to my ear, I understood Cesar’s need to respond. She was a magical creature, able to make shattered souls whole again and the forgotten feel loved.

I swiftly tacked Cesar, securing the saddle, tightening the girth and guiding the metal bit between his teeth and over his tongue. When the last buckle was fastened and he was properly turned out for our ride, I led him out of the stall, mindful of the sound of his shod hooves on the hard floor but fairly certain it would take much more to rouse his keepers. Maddy stayed close by my elbow opposite Cesar, her hands lightly gripping my arm and we made our way into the wee hours of pre-dawn Paris.

I insisted that Maddy take the saddle, as it was not big enough for both of us. I would sit behind, delicately over Cesar’s kidneys. I took the cloak from her shoulders and hoisted her up, taking care to tuck the stirrup leathers away so they would not pinch her bare legs. Then, using a stirrup and every bit of strength I could muster, I swung myself up behind the saddle, trying to alight as carefully as I could. Cesar moved and flicked his ears in question of the weight, but we both patted him and spoke to him in soft voices and soon he settled. He chomped his bit incessantly, getting the metal suitably to his taste and he watched the darkness with a keen set of bright eyes, his ears pricked and ready to detect even the slightest sound.

With the cloak now around me, I reached forward and took the reins, thereby encompassing my beautiful companion in the heavy folds of the cloak and my own arms. She leaned back against my chest and I felt her sigh. “Are you ready?” I asked, bending my neck so that I spoke directly into her ear. She turned slightly and smiled at me, and we both blushed at the closeness of our faces. Here, in the open air, on horseback, our secret love seemed brand new.

“Yes,” she said turning back to look straight.

Cesar was in high spirits, but he seemed to know the importance of his purpose that night. He walked with a steady gait, watching his surroundings as we progressed. The night air was refreshing, and the moon was bright enough to give us suitable light. We dared not speak, but simply moved with the swaying step of the horse, our hips rocking forward and back, a motion that was certainly lending tension to our already close confines.

I could feel her as though she were on fire before me. Every gentle brush of her back against my chest made me shiver. The saddle prohibited more intimate contact, and I was thankful for it. I tried my best to ignore the burning urge building deep in my loins, and instead tried to look around for some distraction. It was a beautiful night, and alone I would have had a multitude of thoughts to accompany my mind. But with the woman in front of me sitting so comfortable in the confines of my arms, sharing my warmth beneath my cloak, I could not help the urgent desire for her.

When we reached the meadow, I was forced to take a hold of Maddie. I shifted the reins to one hand and protectively slipped my other hand around her waist and hooked my arm around her pressing her tight to my body. She didn’t protest, and when I leaned down to her ear and whispered for her to hold on, I could feel her muscles tighten in response.

Cesar took flight like he had wings, and the three of us whisked over the meadow beneath the moonlight. Effortlessly the horse strode over the ground, his hooves hardly making a sound as his body coiled and stretched alternately with his galloping stride. He was a smooth ride, his back remaining level and his strides coming in long sweeping motions. The air billowed through the shared cloak, exposing Maddy’s knees, but I kept it firmly in place around her upper body. I felt her tiny hands both go to the arm I held snugly about her waist and she held fast to me.

We reached the edge of the dark wood and Cesar slowed to a rocking lope before I pulled him up. Obligingly he eased to a walk, and the three of us took a moment to regain our breath. It was Maddy who spoke first.

“That was amazing!” she exclaimed still gasping for air. “Good boy, Cesar,” she reached down and patted the horse’s neck. He flicked an ear back in recognition and began tugging at the reins, wishing to pull them enough to get at the bit of tempting grass beneath his feet.

I swung down from behind the saddle and held my hands out to Maddy. She slipped easily into my arms and I quickly removed my cloak and restored it round her frail shoulders. I saw to Cesar then, taking care to secure his reins and stirrups so that he could graze at will without the possibility of becoming entangled. Satisfied that he was safe from harm, I left him to his own devices and returned to Maddy.

She was sitting on the same twisted tree trunk that I had utilized many nights prior. In the moonlight she looked pale and fragile as a doll. Her hair, though short, was windswept and disheveled. Her dark eyes were bright and shining. She smiled when I looked at her, and I knew that I must have her again.

Absolutely no words were passed between us as the unspoken need was seen to and fulfilled. Maddy lay my cloak down on the ground and then lied down on top of it. I quickly moved to cover her, seeing her so exposed and finding the urge to shelter her quite intense. We kissed and touched for what seemed an eternity, memorizing every nuance of the other. I memorized her features with my sight, my taste and my touch, not wanting a single facet of her to be forgotten.

Our nude figures, illuminated by the moonlight and contrasting against the blackness of my cloak, joined and found ecstasy on the edge of the meadow. We gave each other our bodies and our souls, neither willing to part when the time came. I kept her pinned possessively beneath me, still deep inside of her and she clung to me, panting and kissing my neck. I bent to her then and took over her mouth, kissing her with as much tenderness as I could muster. If there was a way to pull her inside of me, I would have done it.

At last we broke the kiss and I withdrew. Silently we gathered Cesar and I helped Maddy into the saddle. Once I was securely behind her, reins in hand, we moved off, walking slowly, in no hurry to return to the Opera House. We stopped several times, unable to control our need and kissed passionately, unwilling to deny ourselves the indulgence given our close proximity. The nearer we got to home, the more frequent our stops, the desperation between us becoming unbearable.

The Opera House was in sight and the first tiny traces of dawn were starting to creep into the sky when we stopped for the last time. Cesar had grown used to our pauses and stood patiently flicking his ears at various unseen things as I slipped from his back. Maddy held out her arms to me, waiting to be helped down, but I shook my head in denial.

“I shall lead you the rest of the way,” I said softly. I noted the look of disappointment on her face as I took the reins over Cesar’s head.

“But why?” she asked.

I looked at her and wanted to speak the answer in truth. So I heaved a great sigh and told her. “Because if I do not, I will not take you back. If I sit one more moment with your soft, warm body pressed against me, and your pulse beating so near me, then I will take you away and never let you go.”

Her eyes moistened and she leaned forward, reaching out a hand to me, and mouthed my name though no sound came out. I took her hand cordially with the formality of a stranger and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. A single tear drop from my eye fell to the ground.

“Come,” I said with forced assurance. “We must return now. Dawn is nearly come, and Madame Giry has no patience with tardiness.”

I turned and walked straight ahead then tugging at Cesar’s bit and feeling him reluctantly step along to follow me. I did not turn back to her again. Even as I heard her muffled sobs and even as my own eyes blurred nearly to blindness from my tears which would not stop coming and streamed down my imperfect face.
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