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Replaying Past	By : RubyNatulieLee Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7371 -:- 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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[Disclaimer: I do not own or make any sort of money off of this based story. I only own the charaters of Esme Lonsdale, Eddy and his sister Crystal, The wig maker, Nicolas and the three boys from Sandor's gang. Everything else I do not own nor belong to me. ]

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Everything was happening to fast.

Esme didn’t know how but they ended up from being outside within the freezing cold, to being within his warm lair. He must have carried her back to the theater, her mind already flooded with warmth and her body melting within the harsh kiss. He took from her as he took the steps to his swan bed. His hands trembling as he ripped at her clothing. She gasped when her blouse was ripped in half, causing the lace fabric to tear and expose her tender breasts to his view. “Erik!” She gasped when his palm cupped them and squeezed, blocking any more words to leave her throat when his lips crushed back into her. Stealing her once again. She felt like she was floating as both herself and Erik fell upon the bed.

His body pressed her down into the silk covers, letting her feel what was happening to him. She felt his hard rod press into her thigh, making her whimper, and her fingers curling into his shoulder. She needed to feel her flesh against his own, she needed it or she would surely die! His mouth tore from her own, to feast upon her throat, finding those little spots of skin that made her shiver and whimper out in little ‘coo’s’. He was making her burn, as if he was setting flames upon her, making her move restlessly and cry out.

He wanted to go slow, he wanted to take his time. Let her see the enjoyment one could have before becoming one. But his body demanded to be inside of her tight self before he burst, before shaming himself before her. He didn’t know how much he wanted her the moment in till he saw her in the black dress, that same dress his first love wore. He hid that dress within the chest, never wanting to see it again. But seeing his Gypsy’s slender body wrapped tightly within its frame, desire shot threw his body, making him want to rip it off her and take her again. He would buy her more outfits, he would get her anything she ever wanted! But now, he wanted her naked, his body could not last that long.

Hiking her skirts up, baring her stocking covered legs to him, they seemed to open to him willingly when his fingers tender traced the inner flesh, making her giggle out. He smiled slowly, laughter. He heard the sound so rarely in his time before his dancer came to him. At that time, his life was filled with warmth, with those laughers, even if he tried to deny. She had brought light into his dark soul. And even thou he was scared, he would embrace it in till it burnt his very skin. His right hand trailed up higher, letting them touch the wet folds, watching as her eyes darken with desire and her body press into his palm. He stroked her, having the scent of her whiff up to him, making his body harden even more. He needed to take her. But right now… He wanted her to cry, to beg for him. Smiling slowly, he bent down, letting his lips latch onto her right wine color nipple, lapping at it softly in till it harden, before suckling hard. His fingers stroked her, feeling her wetness grow, and with a deep groan, he shoved one finger inside, feeling her muscle cling to him, making him almost die in want.

Her body surged up, her eyes closing tightly. Her clothing was getting itchy, she wanted out of them. But she couldn’t bring herself to move, to remove his body from over her own, his finger teased her, making her cry in embarrassment from what was forming between her legs, while his mouth lapped at her breasts in hunger that could never be filled. Another finger was added, stretching her, making her cry out again, her muscle closing, before slowly relaxing, her fingers gripping to the covers. He was going to make her brake, she was going to shatter like glass. He moved those damning fingers, making her hips rise and flow, wanting him to stroke those flames, for her body to burn. He was trying to kill her; she knew it. But before she could reach for that goal, in which her body screamed for, she heard clothing being moved and felt something touch her between her legs. Something hard, something big. Her eyes opened slowly, her vision almost blurred, but she looked up at her masked Phantom, her air passing threw her lips in little pants. He stared down at her with such want, his body shaking as he tried to control himself. Reaching up, letting the covers go, she touched his mask, making him jerk. But he didn’t run away, he did surge off her and yell, curse and scream. He just stared down at her, his face wrapped with confusion, mixed with want. Fear mixed with pleasure. Not knowing which end to give into.

“Take it off… Please.”

Should he?

Her fingers touched his mask, not moving to remove his mask or to remove her touch. She saw his face already and unlike Christine… She didn’t run away. Perhaps… For this once. Slowly he lifted his hand, placing it over the small one, pressing her palm into the marble surface. She feared he would hit her hand away, making her hope die that he would truly understand, she didn’t care what he looked like. But he only held her hand to his mask, before his fingers curled into her own, moving her fingertips to the edge, slowly grabbing the mask. Removing it with her, giving her that one wish. And once the mask fell away, and his face was bare to her. She gave him something that made his heart fill with warmth.

She gave him a smile.

But still… He turned his head away form her, showing her the unmarked skin. Not very sure. But her hand had let the mask fall to the floor bedside the bed, and soon both her palms touched his cheek. Turning his head back slowly to looking back into her eyes. “Don’t hide from me.” She whispered. He stared into her eyes, her tears back, but she brought herself up to sit, her lips a whisper away from his own. He was about to claim them, when suddenly her face turned. Her lips touched the scared flesh with such tenderness, that tears filled his eyes. “There’s nothing to mask.”

Tears spilled down the side of his face from her tender words. She bent back, letting her eyes stare into his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer into her embrace. “Your beautiful Erik.” She whispered, her fingers trailing along his hair, causing his wig to fall to the sheets, baring to her his black and blonde hair. But her fingers still stroked him, holding him close to her, settling him fully between her thighs. But within her family tongue, words Erik could not understand, she whispered into his ear. “In my eyes, you are my Angel.”

“No…”

She was moved back a little, but not enough for her arms to fall from his shoulders. She still held him, but her face lingered under his own. His left hand fingers traced along from her cheek bone to her chin, tilting it up to him as he whispered to her, making her lips curl in a smile. “Your beautiful Gypsy...”

His lips took her own softly at first before they began harsh. They kissed, she didn’t know how long, but she didn’t care. He kissed her, making her heart believe he loved her. He kissed her, the kiss that held nothing back, hid nothing. But she tore her lips from his own, throwing her head back, her red triangles brushing along her spine as a cry ripped threw her throat, since his hip surged forward, burying himself deeply within her passage.

“Erik!”

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“Erik please…”

“No, I can’t...”

“But we’re almost there…”

“It’s to much.”

“You’ll feel better when you’re done.”

“Esme…”

“I’m right here… Come with me…”

Erik stared down at Esme, staring into those glittering green eyes. It was very unbelievable. After their rough play, Erik had taken the time to examine her body after wards. Finding each spot that made her squeal or moan in delight. He even found it very boosting to see Esme on top of him, taking control, even thou he had to urge her to do so. But he didn’t mind; she was a willing student.

But even after just an hour of rest, he started to fall into the darkness of his own and for the first time. Feel relax and warm. She had woken him up, begging him to follow her. He fought back, dragging her back into his bed, pressing herself into his nude form. She felt so right against him. But she had fought back, his little spitfire. So, giving in, he dressed within his trousers and shirt he had found on the floor. Esme was dressed, but she was wearing one of his own shirt, causing her to look so small and fragile. But she wrapped herself within one of his black coats, which had the ends’ drag along the floor. She looked so little next to him. He could not help but smile, but pulling on one of his cloak, he followed her. Sleepiness leaving his mind knowing, the sun would rise soon, he knew it.

But where she took him, made his heart turn to dread. She was leading him to the rooftop. Where he saw Christine swept away from him. The same place, where he promised never to return. The very place, where his singer gave Raoul the kisses, he so whispered for. But now Esme was taking him to the painfully spot.

“Come Erik.” She whispered her fingers curling into his, almost dragging her along. “Before it stops.” He frowned at her, but there they stood. By the door that would show him the very place he sobbed over. But Esme was here… And she was so begging him to go… “Esme… This place...”

“Its beautiful.”

With those words, she pushed the doors open, letting the cold air whip him like a hand slap. Before him, the roof was covered in pure white snow. The angel statues being covered; blocked from their eyes. The sun was starting to rise, glittering off the rooftops of the town below, making them look like diamonds in his eyes.

Yes indeed… It was beautiful.

Slowly she pulled him out into the cold air, the snow falling slowly, lightly upon them. He looked down at her, seeing snow cling to her hair, making it curl. She looked far more beautiful then the snow itself. Now that he thought about it, he rose his hand, cupping her warm cheek softly. Christine couldn’t hold a candle to Esme. He was about to pull her closer, when she danced from his grasp. He only watched her, move among the snow with such grace. He smiled to himself, thinking how it would be like. If he saw her with children of her own, dancing within the snow, little red hair girls throwing the snow within the air, making Snowman to show to their mother with such pride, while black hair little boys threw snow at each other, playing with their laughing father. He wondered… Deep down…

Would he be a good father?

But his mind was closed, when a small cradle of snow hit his shoulder. He looked down at the white flakes left over from the patch of snow that lingered upon his cloak, his brow rising. He looked over to Esme, seeing her giggling with such glee, rolling up another handful of snow. “Esme.” She looked at him, pouting a little at his teasing scolding. But she only laughed, tossing her snowball, but he ducked, letting it miss him. “You dare attack the Phantom?” Reaching into the freezing snow with his bare fingers, he rolled up his very own. Hearing Esmes’ squeals as he chased her down. They played like children, running and throwing the snow. Hiding behind the statues’. Esme panted deeply, the cold air stinging her throat. But she was having such fun. She never was use to seeing snow, so waking up with fields of it, she needed Erik to be with her, to see the site she treasured.

Touching her chest softly with her palm, she stared up at the light yellow sky that started to turn blue. She was lost within the changing form, not noticing that a body slide up beside her. A yelp tore from her throat when she was grabbed, being dragged from her hiding spot and back into the sun light, making her laugh out when Erik picked her up over his head, twirling her within the air. His own laughter leaving his throat. His laughter made her heart melt. But soon he put her back upon her feet, letting them stare at each other with such tenderness and promise. She touched his infected face, since Erik had forgotten to place his mask back on. But he didn’t care at that moment. But remembering this place, he needed to replace the pain he felt. Taking her hand that touched his face, he lowered it, pressing them into his lips, as he softly sang out. His voice low and in a purr, making Esme shiver and slowly press closer to him.

“Say you’ll share with me one love… One life time.”

Her eyes closed every so slowly, his voice making her drift to her own little world.

“Heed me, save me from my Solitude…”

Lifting her hand, he wrapped it around his neck, letting her other follow, hugging him to her form, his own arms wrapping around her small waist.

“Say you need me with you, here…. Beside you...”

She parted her lips, but his own covered her, blocking her words, making her drown within the kiss. But he broke it far too soon, whispering to her, making her grip tighten ever so slowly.

“Anywhere… You go let me go too.”

Raising his right hand, he brushed at the red locks from her cheek, letting him see her face fully.

“Gypsy… That’s all I ask of… you.”

As his voice died, the music tune fading, her eyes opened, staring up at him with such warmth, such passion. And with a smile, she surged up to the tips of her toes and pressed her lips into his. Giving him the answer, that would melt the very snow around them.

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*Tick* *tick* *tick*

Within the shadows, as the sun slowly rose. A figure lingered by a wagon, which was filled with fruits that most likely were rotten. The figure rose its hand, a old rusted pocket water ticking away within its gloved palm. A snarl of a smile speared across its face, as the edge of his cape was tucked lower, hiding its dirt covered face, slipping back within the ever growing crowd of the street. The figure walked away from the theater, tucking away the watch.

“Found you...”
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