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No Easy Way	By : secretlysecretly Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: (Since BRP liked it so much... interesting POV in your review by the way...)WARNING! DANGER! This is not proper reading material for minors (and the following chapters are gonna be even worse)

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Chapter 20

She shifted in her bed not being able to find comfort as she tried to put some distance between her and the events which had occurred that very afternoon. The summer air did not help much; it was too hot and humid. She turned on one side and closed her eyes. She wished her hair wasn’t so long; it was a nuisance in this heat.

Suddenly, as if her wish had been granted, a hand removed her hair from her neck. She turned and saw Erik’s form towering over her, as he leaned his weight on one elbow, lying beside her on the bed.

“Did you call for me my love?” he whispered softly. “Are you feeling all right?”

“I cannot sleep.” she simply stated, losing herself once more into the green sea that were his eyes.

Erik moved closer taking her into his embrace. He began humming an old lullaby as he rocked her back and forth in his arms. She leaned against his muscled chest and let her finger trail along his face and over his mask. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. She lifted her body so she could face him and said. “Let me see you Erik. Let me see what you hide behind the mask.”

“You do not wish to see my face Marianne. Trust me.” he responded harshly.

Marianne left his embrace and knelt before him. “Please Erik. Please, let me see the one I love…”

“You will be as frightened as she was the first time she saw my hideous face.” His eyes took on a dark grey-green color. “I love you too much to scare you away.”

“I really love you Erik. There is nothing that could scare me about you. You cannot frighten me. I don’t care about your face! I am not Christine! Why don’t you believe me! I love you Erik!”

Erik flinched the moment her hand came in contact with the edge of his mask. Marianne looked at him reassuringly trying to ease his nervousness. She pulled the white mask off gently and took a long, hard look at him.

The part of his face which had been covered a little while ago was as perfect as the unmasked one. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

“My love, why have you been wearing this mask all this time? You are hiding your perfect face. Why?”

“You don’t have to mock me Marianne.” He grabbed the mask from her hands and tried to put it back on.

“No Erik! You don’t need to wear this any longer!” She snatched it back and the mask landed on the other side of the room. Marianne put her arms around his neck and leaned in, closer to him. “I never want to see you wear that thing ever again!” She began kissing his face until she reached his lips. Erik pulled her closer, squeezing her in his arms. He captured her lips dragging her into an intoxicating kiss which brought them both on the edge of losing control. His trembling fingers pushed the chemise down from her shoulders and exposed her full warm breasts to his hungry gaze. He hesitated for a brief moment. “You are beautiful” he whispered as he pressed a kiss upon her collarbone.

Marianne’s hand continued caressing his hair, moving to his broad shoulders. She decided that the fabric was an unnecessary barrier between them, so she began unbuttoning his white shirt and finally revealed his firm muscled chest to her eyes. He shuddered under her touch and, not being able to hold back any longer, he laid her upon the bed and covered her body with his. She managed to drag the shirt off of his shoulders and pulled him on top of her.

Erik felt her writhe beneath him as he kissed down her neck, nipping and kissing her smooth skin softly. Her hands run through his dark hair as he slipped his tongue between her lips. He growled when she returned his passionate kiss with equal fervor and felt her hands moving down his back and reaching for his thighs.

She was enjoying the feel of his firm slender body and she burned in the desire to kiss and touch every inch that was him. She pushed him off of her and he found himself under her power. She looked down at him and took in all his strength and the beauty of his exquisite musculature. Marianne began an exploratory journey rolling slowly down his body, kissing his chest, nibbling on one of his nipples and playing with both their senses.

Erik ripped off her chemise until she was completely naked on top of him. He laid her on her back again and pinned her hands over her head. Now they had reached the point of no return. It would be impossible for her to stop now. He cupped her breasts, pinching the hard tips with his fingers, taking one of them in his mouth unable to resist any longer, and began torturing her as she had done previously.

Marianne was gasping at his touch thinking she would not be able to take much of this torment any longer. She clutched his hair looking down at him as he continued to pay the same attention to her other nipple.

“Erik…” Her voice was filled with desire. “Erik, if you keep doing this…’”

“What my love? What are you going to do?” he responded by biting gently on the soft skin eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. “Tell me Marianne, tell me what you want me to do.” he asked hoarsely.

“I cannot take it any more. Oh Erik!...” She began to tremble when he proceeded raining a trail of kisses on her stomach and caressing her thighs. He realized that a certain region was straining painfully against his pants.

Marianne’s breath was coming out harsh and uneven, until she couldn’t breathe when she realized that Erik was now kissing her inner thighs and preparing his intrusion towards her warm damp entrance.

“Erik! Please…” she felt like she was about to lose her senses.

“I will not stop until you tell me what you want!” he groaned.

“I can’t!” she cried out, tilting her head back and grasping the sheets in her hands.

“Yes! You can and you will!”

Marianne and Erik woke up both in their respective beds. They were covered in sweat, both panting, trying to figure out where they were. If only they knew they had just shared the same dream!

Marianne sat up in her bed looking around her in amazement and realized that she was still in her nightgown. She glanced around her, but there was no sign of Erik. She took a deep breath and lay down again feeling confused and a little disappointed…

In the neighbouring estate, Erik was frustrated. He reached out his hand beside him but wasn’t able to reach Marianne’s body. He covered his face with both hands, touching both the good and the marred side. He couldn’t believe that Marianne would have such a reaction if he were to reveal his face to her.

It was perfectly natural to have had a dream of this kind. Their earlier actions had left him in a state of distress and unfulfilled desire. No, he would not force himself on her. She was a precious woman deserving all of the kindness and respect he could give to another. Yet… the memory of her soft creamy skin against his, the smell her body set off, her low sweet moans when he was kissing her, all those things made him become very aroused once again.

His body was on fire. The activities he and Marianne had shared the previous afternoon, the dream he had awakened to; it all became too much for him. The rush that came with the need of pleasuring a woman, feeling and hearing her respond, made him feel on the edge.

Nevertheless, he had woken up all alone, without sweet Marianne on his side. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and tried to clear his head. He got out of bed and stretched his tense muscles, trying to bring himself back to reality; a cruel lonely reality. He opened a window and let the night breeze caress his bare chest. The cool air eased his tension somewhat… but, not for long. When he turned to go back to his bed, he once again realized that no one was waiting for him. Marianne was not in his bed.

He pictured her, lying on the cushions of his large bed, her long curls cascading down her neck and shoulders, a satin sheet covering only a part of her voluptuous body… He shook his head and tried to take control of his overactive imagination. Erik sighed heavily and ran his hands through his hair. He lay on his bed again, spreading his arms from one side to the other and took a deep breath. He would like to have stretched his arm and touch her. Touch her and feel her writhe beneath him once more...

Suddenly, his black silk pyjama bottoms felt unbearable against his over-sensitized skin, so he removed them, tossing the pair across the room, revealing his large manly form in all its glory. Yet, he couldn’t stay calm even when the cool sheets touched his strong back and long powerful legs. His breathing became harsh and uneven when he imagined Marianne covering his body with her much smaller form. He dreamt of her sprawling her body on top of his, making him feel so alive and so hot all over again.

Erik tossed his head while his hand absentmindedly tightened around his generous erection. His eyes were shut as if he were afraid to open them and face reality; he would conquer Marianne and he would make her his. He imagined her trailing kisses all over his body and his mouth opened in a glorious expression filled with desire for the woman in his fantasy.

The evidence of his need for Marianne was straining upward as he imagined he could still smell her intoxicating scent. He pretended she held him in her small, yet firm grasp, stroking him gently. Erik ran his hand up and down the length of his throbbing hardness, gently squeezing the tip every so often between strokes. He bit down on his bottom lip to suppress a small groan in his throat as he closed his eyes and thought about Marianne’s fingers dancing over his pale skin.

Feeling himself grow even harder, he tightened his grip on his hot bulging shaft increasing the friction. He started trembling merely at the idea of how ready he was for her. No one else had excited him like this before. He began to stroke himself, long and slow, with his palm rubbing over the head of his throbbing erection in a teasing manner. He swallowed hard as he became achingly hard. His torment didn’t last long; after a few more strokes he groaned in blissful agony and, trying not to scream in pleasure, he growled and whispered her name. His whole body stiffened in release as he climaxed, abandoning himself in satisfaction, the only thing in his mind a dreamy image of Marianne.

Once he slowed down a bit, he felt his entire body relax, and he felt himself grow sleepy, exhausted with fatigue. He sighed, his carnal desire partially satiated for the time being.

The next morning Marianne woke up feeling her ankle rather sore, however when she tried to walk, she realized her leg had already recovered a great deal thanks to Erik’s miraculous pomade. She smiled at the thought of him, only to chastise herself a second later, recalling her indecent behaviour of the day before.

‘How can it be that this man makes me forget about everything?’ she thought to herself and wondered whether he would appear after all that had transpired between them the previous day. She would like nothing more than to trust him, however after her own indescribable behaviour, she knew she could not trust herself around him.

She had always kept herself in control, no matter the occasion or the difficulties she had encountered in her young life. However, Erik was someone who seemed to have an inexplicable power over her. His gaze upon her, his voice echoing in her ears, his shadow when he leaned over her, the feel of his powerful body against her own…

‘Stop it Marianne!’ she almost cried out and closed her eyes trying to drive the image of them together upon her bed from her mind.

She managed to walk to the window and looked over her garden. Her dreamy thoughts were interrupted by a sound coming from the road. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Erik as he arrived at her estate, riding on his black stallion. He looked so handsome in his blue-black suit…

She turned to sit on an armchair by the window, waiting nervously for his arrival. She made an anxious move, straightening her dress as if she were trying to smooth invisible wrinkles on her skirt. Marianne’s heart beat fiercely when she heard a knock on the door.

“Yes?” she exhaled her weak reply.

The door opened and she saw Erik, waiting for her invitation to enter.

“Good morning Erik; please come in.” she smiled at him uneasily.

He entered the room and closed the door behind him. He felt so exhilarated at the mere sight of her. He longed to sweep her in his arms and hold her captive in his embrace to the end of time.

He smiled back. “Good morning Marianne.”

“How are you feeling today my dear? Is your ankle still in pain?” he inquired with genuine interest.

“Much better actually. I believe that I will be able to step on it in a couple of days. Your emulsion worked miracles. Thank you.” she replied smiling.

“I am glad to hear it.” came his answer. “Does that mean you will be able to attend the grand ball by Friday night?”

“I believe so. I would really hate to miss the event.”

Her answer brought a smile to his lips and a few seconds later he ventured “I have been meaning to ask you whether you would like to join me… I mean, would you like me to be your escort that night?”

The fact that Marianne did not answer him immediately, only made Erik feel uneasy. The first thought that ran through his mind was that she didn’t want to be seen with him or even that she had already promised to attend the ball with Baron Olivier Dervaux by her side.

When she still had not replied a few seconds later, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind. “Perhaps you have already made arrangements for someone else to be escort that night?”

With the harsh question hanging in the air between them, Marianne stared at him dejectedly.

“Why won’t you answer me Marianne?” came his angry voice.

“No Erik, it’s not what you think. I have not made any plans to be -”

“Is it that you are ashamed to be seen with me then? It is perfectly fine for us to consort with each-other in private but you wouldn’t want anyone to associate us in public?” he growled between clenched teeth.

“Erik, it’s not that, you don’t understand!” she cried in agony.

“Don’t worry Marianne, I am used to being shunned by society. You do not have to explain yourself to me.”

“Erik, will you listen to me for just one minute?” she shouted, not being able to control her temper any longer. Fortunately, her outburst had the desired effect and he simply stood there, waiting for an explanation from her.

When he saw hesitation cloud her eyes, he pressed her on, raising his visible eyebrow. “Well?”

“It has to do with Christine Erik.” she said, avoiding his eyes.

Trying to remain calm, he cleared his throat and inquired “What about Christine?”

All the while averting her gaze from his questioning eyes, she tried to explain herself.

“Erik, as I told you before, I met with Christine De Chagny at my aunt’s house. What you don’t know is that I invited her to join me at the grand ball this coming Friday. I have gathered that you harbor feelings for her, but you have to understand that I don’t want to be caught in the middle of this maelstrom of emotions. She is married to my cousin and you obviously have a history that has scarred you for life with her, and I’m starting to feel things I never thought possible, and…. This is all so frustrating! I don’t think that I will be able to take much more! I cannot do this Erik; I can’t go with you to the ball, no matter how much I want you to be my escort. I’m sorry. I know it’s unfair of me to lay this all on you when someone you care for is about to come back into your life, but I’m scared…

I’m afraid you’re going to fall in love with her all over again. I’m afraid she will return your feelings. I’m afraid my cousin will be left brokenhearted and that he will track you down and you will be hurt. I’m afraid that once you meet her, you will never spend a second thinking of me and I will be left to spend the rest of my days in empty solitude. I’m afraid that you will break my heart and that you won’t even care. I’m sorry Erik. I’m so sorry…” While she spoke, she felt tears run down her cheeks and hid her face in her palms.

She did not hear his footsteps as he walked to her and jumped in surprise when she felt his hand touch her hair. “Marianne, please stop crying. Don’t think like that. I would never hurt you intentionally. I won’t make the same mistake twice.” At his words she looked up into his eyes crying openly before him.

“Cherrie, please don’t do this.” he whispered in her hair as hugged her, trying to calm her. When her tears didn’t stop falling, Erik started raining kisses all over her face. He touched his lips to her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks and finally her mouth. He felt her arms go around his waist, pulling him to her in a desperate attempt to hold on to him and pulled back for a second, before reclaiming her mouth and kissing her fiercely.

As his tongue explored her waiting mouth, he felt the tremors that ran through her body subside and her sobs being replaced by sweet moans. Gradually their kiss softened and their lips parted. He rested his forehead against hers and with their lips barely touching, he whispered. “Listen to me Marianne. None of this matters to me. Neither Christine, nor Raoul. Only you.”

She shook her head in disbelief and tried to pull away from him but Erik held her close to him and leaned in to speak in her ear so that only she would hear him. “You have to believe me when I say that you are my one in a million Marianne. You have no idea what I have gone through in my life. You are the only person I have ever met who regards me as a human being. I never thought I would live to hear such words come from a woman’s lips. Yes. I was in love with Christine. I was crushed when she left me to share a life with your cousin. I came to Rouen to forget about her, to start my life anew, but I never for one second dared to hope I would find someone to accept me regardless of my vile temper and bizarre appearance.”

When she shook her head and tried to interrupt him, he brought his fingers to her lips to shush her and carried on. “I know I am not making any sense right now, but you cannot imagine what I have gone through in my life. I do not know what it feels like to be loved or to truly love another. Christine was an obsession for me; I don’t know if I ever truly loved her. She was an infatuation I couldn’t help but harbor towards a young beautiful woman who was the only interaction I had with the outside world for so many years. I gave her everything and she betrayed me, leaving me behind to be lynched by a mob to live her life with no regrets with your cousin.

I hated him then but I know that, were I in his place, I would have done the same and played the knight on the white horse who saves the damsel in distress from the ogre that pursues her. I am the one who is frightened Marianne. I am scared to death that you too will leave me to rot away alone, making the safe choice to share the rest of your life with Olivier Dervaux. I know I am not worthy of you but I cannot seize to hope that you will one day share my feelings for you and accept me for what I am.

I am falling in love with you Marianne. You make me feel alive again. I do not know what I would do without you.”

He pulled back, searching her eyes with his and when she raised her hands to his face, for a moment he thought she would push him away. However, he was amazed when he felt her hands caressing his face and she ran her fingers over the surface of the mask. “Let me see you Erik. Please.” she whispered.

“I can’t” came his hushed voice.

“Please Erik. You don’t have to hide from me.” she tried again and moved to touch her lips to his once more, but Erik pulled back and she knew the moment had passed.

“No Marianne. I cannot. Please understand.” His voice was broken as he disentangled himself from her embrace and stood before her as if nothing had transpired between them.

“I should leave you now. You need to rest. I shall see you at the grand ball in less than a week.” were his last words before he bowed before her and stepped out of the room to leave her house in a haste.

Marianne watched him as he walked away. Part of her wanted to believe that everything would be alright and that Erik shared her feelings, while another part couldn’t help but wonder what would eventually come to pass upon Christine’s arrival.

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