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Chapter 16

Sarah's eyes closed at his words as two more lonely tears slid down her cheeks.

Erik took her hand in his "The prelude..."

He turned her palm over and traced her long fingers with his own. "The emotion, the lonely soul....it's the first thing I have felt in a long time."

Turning her palm back over he continued. "How long have you played?"

Sarah opened her eyes. "Since I was four." She glanced from Erik to the piano. "Sometimes I don't think I know anything else."

Erik nodded. "That I understand."

He bowed gently, placing a light kiss on her hand. "I cannot beg you enough....no please wait." Sarah stopped open mouthed as Erik continued on. "I hope one day you will be able to forgive me for...." His jaw clenched as he looked away in shame.

Erik released her hand, motioning towards the mirror. "Destroy it. Then maybe you can forget this."

He turned away. "And me."

"Erik?"

He moved slowly to face her.

"Who said I wanted to forget?" With those words Sarah closed the space between them, standing on tiptoes to place a soft kiss upon his lips. She pulled back as Erik remained frozen, staring for a long moment at the woman in front of him.

"I don't understand."

"What was it you told me last night?" She leaned back to look directly at him. "Why try to understand..."

"But..." A finger over his lips silenced him.

"I believe you said 'Why not simply treasure what Fate has to offer?'"

It was Erik who moved this time, his hands cupping her face, drawing her closer to him. He pressed swift, light kisses upon her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids. He felt her tears under his hands, tasted the salt of them upon his lips.

"Sarah....my angel....I do not deserve this.."

"Shh." she said again as her hand caressed his bare cheek. She chuckled softly. "Apparently fate thinks we deserve each other, hmm?"

She grew serious again, her hand running up his arm to rest upon his chest "When I woke this morning I thought..."

"You don't have to explain. I know what I did was..."

"No. Let me finish." Sarah traced his jawline again and then met his eyes, eyes that darkened at her soft caress. "Hell....forget explaining."

The instant she pressed full against him, Erik swore to himself that he would not destroy this chance. You must be honest with her...let her see you, before....if she wants to change her mind now.

"Wait." Erik took her arms and gently pulled her back, hating the wounded look in her eyes but knowing it was necessary. "No ma chere, you've done nothing wrong."

"Then what's ...I don't understand..."

Erik sighed. "I don't want you to make a mistake. You need to know what...thing...is under all this."

"Thing? You are no such...."

"Sarah...please. I know what the sight of my face has done." He looked at the floor. "At what it has cost me in this lifetime. I would rather lose you because I have finally been honest than because I have tried to hide again."

Sarah shivered at the pain in his eyes as he looked back up at her. "Let's just get it over with, hmm?"

His hands moved to peel the mask away, but they were stilled by hers.

See she is no different... the voice hissed.

Sarah gently pushed his hands away. "Let me."

You were wrong, friend. She sees.

Erik closed his eyes as Sarah slowly pulled the leather away, revealing his marred face. The flesh beneath was reddened, twisted over the cheek, and the tissue surrounding his right eye was deeply regressed.

"I am afraid there's more." he whispered softly.

"I know."

She ran her fingers along the edge of the wig, trying to pull as gently as possible. The adhesive finally gave way and it fell to the floor. She could now see the deformity in its entirety as it continued to the cover the right front half of his skull, the hair sparse and thin with a hint of gray in it.

Erik had not moved, she was hardly aware of him drawing a breath, he had remained so still. "Does it hurt you?"

"No." Erik still could not force himself to look at her.

"Good."

"What?"

"If it doesn't hurt you, then neither will this."

Erik's throat constricted as he felt her lips on his face. Sarah left no inch of him unkissed, no scar untouched. When she finally returned to his mouth, he returned the kiss hungrily like a drowning man given a breath of air. He pulled her to him tightly as he took control, his tongue tasting deeply of her mouth. Her low moan brought him back to awareness and he quickly pulled back.

"I am sorry Sarah, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Hurt me? You did no such thing. You can't break me." She kissed his lips with a grin. "But I do have to admit something."

"That is?"

"Having been outside most of the day...I am afraid I may be a bit odiferous." Sarah pulled on his hand. "Come on. I want to show you one of the best inventions of the 20th century....indoor plumbing."

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Sarah kept his hand in hers, pausing only to stop and lock the front door. She felt a vague sense of deja vu as she led the way up the steps once again. This time is real Sarah. She turned and smiled back at Erik.

"Afraid the place is still a mess."

He simply nodded.

Sarah opened the door to her bedroom. Releasing Erik's hand she made her way around piles of clothes and scattered books and papers, digging through her dresser for a change of clothes. She walked to the last door in the room and headed in.

Her touseled head popped back out, looking curiously at Erik, who had remained in the doorway. "Are you coming?"

"I..." He clamped his mouth shut and carefully stepped his way through the room.

The sound of water running caught his attention and he stopped in the doorway.

"Ta-da." Sarah closed the door to the shower. "Hot running water."

Erik looked at room in amazement, but his attention quickly diverted as Sarah pulled her T-shirt over her head.

"I...umm." Words refused to form.

"What?" Sarah walked over to him, unbuttoning his shirt. "I know a shower is new but..." She paused as the realization hit her. "Oh my god...last night was.."

"The first?" He nodded.

"Damn."

"I beg your pardon?"

She smiled again as she pulled the white shirt from the waistband of his pants. "It's hard to believe if you were that good the first time...what will you be like with some...practice."

The shirt slid to the cool tiles of the floor, joining her own. "Come on...before the hot water runs low."

With that she turned and slid her shorts off her hips and kicked them them to the side. Erik felt a painful tightening as her nude body gracefully opened the shower door and stepped in under the water. He undid his trousers with fumbling fingers, hissing as the fabric rubbed against his painfully hard erection.

He watched her silhouette for a moment. "Sarah?"

"Yes?" She opened the door. "Come on in."

Erik couldn't have resisted if he wanted to. The pound of the hot water on his skin was sensational but it was nowhere near the pleasure he felt as Sarah's wet body press against him. Her hands slid down his chest, following the rivulets of water until her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking him from base to head.

"Don't...I ." Sarah ignored him, teasing the head before sliding her hand more firmly upon him. Erik braced his hands on the tiled wall, one on each side of her head as he abandoned the idea of stopping. His hips thrust against her hand but twice more before Sarah felt his warmth in her hand.

Erik slid his hands to her shoulders, then down her back as he pulled her tight against him. "Angel...."

Sarah smiled against his shoulder. "I would apologize for that, but I'm not sorry. You were entirely to tempting."

Erik let his hands roam over her wet skin. "I think I have lost my mind."

"Why's that?"

His hands cupped her rear, pulling her against him. "Because in the entire miserable existence known as my life, I never imagined this would be possible."

"Apparently there are many more things possible then you and I thought."

"Indeed." His lips covered hers softly. They stood there, the water raining down upon them as each tasted and learned of the other.

Sarah broke away breathlessly, reaching around him and taking the washcloth and soap from its place. "Turn around."

Erik complied, sputtering a bit as the spray hit his face. Sarah laughed and lathered the cloth. "Here hold this." handing Erik the soap.

Her hand slowly moved across his broad shoulders, the soft cotton cloth covering his skin in soapy lather. "Feel good?"

"Mmmm."

Must be a yes. Sarah thought as she moved down his back. Her bare hand started to follow the cloth but halted as she came across a long raised place. Oh God... She thought as she found another, and another. Scars.

Sarah stayed silent, waiting to ask another time as she said. "Turn back around."

Erik did so without hesitation, and she moved the cloth over his chest. His eyes met hers with a wicked gleam as she slid lower, tickling his navel before traveling further down his body. Sarah kept his gaze, using touch as her guide and gently slid the cloth over his cock. Erik's eyes closed briefly as she continued, softly washing his cock before moving to his sac. Sarah continued on, kneeling to run over each muscled thigh, down his calves, to each foot.

"You aren't ticklish are you?" She teased as she raised each foot.

"No. And please stop...this is too much." He pulled he up. "I should be the one doing this for you, after everything that has happened."

"No more about that." She grinned. "But I wouldn't mind some...assistance. "

Erik watched as Sarah scooted under the water, her light brown hair darkening as it became soaked. She wiped the water from her eyes and grabbed a beige bottle.

"Here ya go." She said as she squeezed some of the shampoo into Erik's hand. She turned her back to him as he rubbed his hands together. His large hands gently worked the lather into her thick hair, massaging her scalp. The soothing caress relaxed her and Sarah leaned back into his strong embrace.

Erik's slick hands slid down her neck, reaching around to cup each breast. Sarah arched back into him as his fingers grazed over her wet nipples, tightening them into hard peaks. Oh God...so good. "More...." she groaned.

"Not yet, cherie." Erik leaned her head back under the water, rinsing it clear of the shampoo. "I get my turn."

Erik took the cloth and soap and washed her as if she was made of crystal, his hands gently moving over her in soft strokes. He deliberately skipped from her belly to her calves, laughing at her complaint. He found out quickly that Sarah was ticklish, but her light laughter was quickly replaced with a desperate moan as he slid the cloth between her thighs.

She grabbed his shoulders for support as the cloth fell to the tiles and his long fingers slid between her folds. He explored her slowly, watching her face as he grazed her with his thumb. Erik wrapped a supportive arm around her, holding her as his tongue parted her lips, two fingers sliding into her simultaneously. Sarah gasped as he plunged into her, not with the fury of that morning, but with the fire of the previous night.

"Please..." Sarah moaned against his mouth as she ground her hips against him eagerly.

Erik curled his fingers slightly, feeling his cock harden again as the walls of her sex contracted around him. He thrust into her again, as her head curled into his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders. He ached to bury himself in her body, but knowing she was so close Erik continued on with his insistent strokes.

"Sarah..."

Her only reply was a desperate moan.

"Look at me Sarah...I want to see you...Let me see you."

Her head lifted slowly, her mouth open, the water running from her hair down upon her face. "Erik...please..."

He nodded. "Anything, ma chere." With that he moved his thumb over her swollen nub, teasing the flesh in time to the thrust of his fingers. Sarah arched hard against him, her fingers clutching him as her body convulsed into climax....the cry escaping her lips echoing off the tiles.

Erik held her close for a long moment, treasuring the pound of her heart against his chest.

The drop in water temperature quickly attained their attention.

"Guess we better step out before we freeze out." Sarah reluctanty moved from Erik's strong arms and turned the water off. Opening the shower door, she carefully stepped out and grabbed a pair of thick towels, handing one back to Erik. Sarah patted dry and wrapped the towel around herself. Turning she found Erik standing in the door of the shower, his green eyes intently watching every move.

"Something wrong?"

Abandon thought...

He stepped out in front of her, the last drops of water sliding from his shoulders down his lean torso. Erik paused as he caught of glimpse of the monster looking back at him from the foggy mirror.

No backward glances...

He turned away, fully focused on Sarah, his hand moving up her arm. She gave him a shy questioning smile as his finger traced her lips, his green eyes searching hers for any sign of revulsion.

Let the dream descend...

"What?" Her lips whispered against his forefinger, her breath warm upon his skin. His hand moved up her cheek, her soft skin a perfection to him.

"Erik?" Her eyes closed as his fingers traced her eyelids, before sliding back down to cup her chin.

What raging fire...

Erik picked her up in one swift motion, her towel forgotten as he carried her into the bedroom. The afternoon sunlight filled the room, the bed linens warm upon her back as Erik laid her upon them. Sarah saw his hesitation in joining her and simply held her arms out to him. He joined her then, this time letting her hands roam freely as his did upon her.

"You are perfection." His lips came down upon hers, teasing them apart with his tongue. She met his eagerly, sucking upon it with her hungry mouth. Erik moaned as his lower body responded, his cock hard against her thigh.

Sarah arched against him, her hands holding his head as he slid down her body. Erik leaned up, drinking his fill of the sight of her breasts as her back curved from the sheets. He held himself up with one arm as his other hand cupped her soft flesh, the pink nipple hardening as he grazed his thumb over it. Leaning over Erik took the hard peak in his mouth, his tongue rolling over the taut flesh before sucking hard upon it.

"Ahhh." Sarah's groan of pleasure was followed by a swift intake of air as Erik let his teeth lightly nip the sensitive flesh. He released the one nipple and moved to give her other breast the same attention.

"I ..want... you, Erik...." The words came out in short bursts as he continued his torture. "Please..."

"Sarah..." He leaned up and met her glazed eyes. "last night may have been my first. But this time..." Erik kissed the pulse point of her neck. "I plan to savor and see all of you."

"Only if it works both ways." She grinned against him.

"It will...trust me." With that Erik let his hands slide the length of her body, his lips following in a hot trail that edged closer to her sex.

"Open for me, let me see you." Sarah complied instantly, spreading her thighs unashamedly, allowing him complete access to her body.

What rich desire...

The moist pink flesh tempted Erik beyond his capability to resist as he parted her sex with his fingers. Sarah writhed on the bed as he teased her clit mercilessly, watching the swolen nub engorge even more with his attentions upon it. Erik breathed in the heady scent of her as his fingers slid into her body, her wet body accepting his penetration easily.

"Oh god....more..." He acquiesed to her request sliding a third finger into her and stroking her deep. He could feel the muscles tight around him as Sarah panted and pleaded for him to never stop. Her heels dug into the bed as her hips bucked against his hand, and Erik pushed on his fingers thrusting deep into her slick body. Suddenly Sarah sat up, grabbing his shoulders as her body shook around him. A soundless cry tried to escape as her climax took control of her body. Erik cradled her close as her body began to relax, then withdrew from her and laid her back gently upon the bed.

Without a word he slid back between her thighs, his lips and tongue exploring where his fingers had just been.

"Oh god....oh...ahh...oh fuck..fu......" Sarah's thought processes died as Erik's tongue began to lap at her now soaked sex, drinking the remains of her prior orgasm while surely driving her towards another. Her hands gripped his head as she spread her legs wider, desperate for his mouth. Erik opened her with his fingers, his tongue darting in and out swiftly before repeating another slow lick back up to her clit. His let his teeth graze her before sucking upon the swollen nub.

"Erik!" Sarah's cry filled the room. "Please...God I can't take anymore!" Erik slid his hands under her hips, lifting Sarah harder against his mouth. Her inarticulate cries evaporated into ragged gasps as another climax hit her. He devoured her, drinking her essence as she quivered beneath him.

"Erik...."

He lowered her back to the bed. "Yes...ma chere?"

"Come here....please."

He moved over her, relishing the feel of her hands upon his chest. Sarah played with the smattering of hair, then ran her fingers over his flat nipples. Erik groaned and pulled her lips to his kissing her full and deep, sharing the taste of her body with her.

"I want you..." Sarah murmured against his lips as her hand moved between their bodies to wrap around his cock.

It was Erik's turn to moan as she teased the tip of him, spreading the pre-cum over the engorged head. He kissed her again as he palmed her breast, kneading it in time to the strokes upon his cock.

"I want you... " She repeated as he nipped at the smooth flesh of her neck. "Please..." She guided him to her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her wet flesh.

Erik forced himself to freeze, his hard body hovering over Sarah's as he struggled for control. His wounded eyes met hers. "I don't want to hurt you again." he ground out, his voice still filled with shame "I can't live with myself if I hurt you again."

"Erik if you stop now, you won't hurt me....you'll kill me." She took his face in her hands. "There is no monster here. Believe me...please."

"Angel..."The word disappeared as Erik claimed her mouth and body in one swift motion. He thrust deep as Sarah wrapped her legs around him, clutching him tighter still.

"Sarah...." Erik parted from her lips, gasping as she squeezed his cock with her muscles. The pull from her body was delicious as he withdrew. Sarah cried out as Erik rammed into her harder, so deep into her she could feel the weight of his balls against her sex.

"Fuck me....harder...oh god please...Erik" Sarah writhed upon the bed, her body not hers to control any longer, able only to hold on to the man possessing her, owning her.

Erik grasped her hips, pulling her body hard against his thrusts. Without warning Sarah cried his name, her nails digging into his back as her climax hit her. The spasms of her body drove Erik over the edge, his hips pumping harder, driving into her body. With a feral growl, his body tightened as his cock filled Sarah, her eager body milking his release from him

Sarah bit her lip as he slid from her exhausted body, the ache evident but welcome. There were no words, no promises or endearments spoken. There were none needed.

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