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Portrait of the Soul	By : sirenofsaturn Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2723 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Erik: …
You see Erik isn’t speaking to me due to the fact that this chapter has finally come. Yes, the chapter that some of you demanded in the last reviews…so here it is. Once again I own nothing except any original characters and this fiction based plot. Do not steal and do not sue!
Chapter twenty-two!
‘How in over half a century of life did I manage to live without this?’ Erik thought to himself. However, he had managed to go without for all those years. For years Erik had built up that the joy to lay with a woman would perhaps be the grandest thing in the world. He believed all his life that if he ever achieved this feeling, this satisfaction he would role over and die of joy. However, Erik did not wish to die. Now that he had tasted true pleasure, he wanted to do nothing more than indulge himself in it for the rest of his days.
The feeling of Mia pressed so close to him in her deep slumber was enough to set him a blaze again. The feel of her nude body pressed against his seemed almost beautiful. Nothing seemed disgusting or wrong, she loved him. Continuing to run his fingers through the long hair that covered them both, Erik began to think back. Back to that morning and it’s events.
At first Erik had been so surprised that he had fallen asleep at all. Although he did intend to rest next to Mia, he did not intend to sleep. He just wanted to be next to her body, and feel the warmth that radiated from her skin. The steady sound of her breathing to show that she truly was a living woman staying in his home.
Upon waking he could not stop himself from running his bone thin fingers across her cheekbone. He did not mean to wake her, but when her brown eyes opened all he could think to do was kiss her good morning.
Surprised and eager, Mia kissed back, allowing Erik’s tongue to probe into her mouth. Feeling her own mingle and dance with his the Jewish girl moaned before pulling away for air.
“I didn’t know you were a morning person, Erik.” Mia smiled. “You are definitely in a good mood.”
Running his hand down her cheek Erik tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “My dear, do you always make conversation this early in the morning…or do you not want my affection?”
Mia’s eyes widened in surprise as Erik sat up, pulling his hand away from her face. “If you are uncomfortable. I shall stop…I wont force you to do anything you wouldn’t want me to do…I would never dream of hurting you in anyway. Not again.”
“Erik…” Mia gasped sitting up, putting her hands on his arms to prevent him form leaving. “Please, I…I do not mean to push you away. Erik, I have never been this close to anyone before…anyone…and…I suppose I’m nervous of this closeness. I know I have no reason to be…I do not mean to run from your affection, I want to embrace it…”
Leaning his head down, Erik’s lips claimed the artist’s without hesitation. The swollen misshapen flaps moved against hers as if speaking silent sentences. No words came from either. All that was heard was the occasional sound of gentle nipping or breathing.
Mia’s arms found their way behind Erik’s head; one hand resting itself on the back of his neck, the other caressing his dark hair.
Breaking away from Mia’s lips, the phantom began to trail kissed down Mia’s cheek, until stopping at the collar of her dress. Both had fallen asleep in their clothing from yesterday, she was wearing the same dress as the day before. Erik remembered he was beginning to undue the same button until Nadir had come unannounced. However, the daroga was not here, right now. Even if he had been, Erik didn’t care. He had wanted this to long. His thin fingers began to pull gently at the collar buttons until they finally unfastened.
Erik kissed the exposed skin while his fingers continued to unfasten the dress’s bindings one after the other. His hands stopped when he realized he was one button away from Mia’s breast. He was about to ask her for her permission when he felt her tugging on his dress shirt.
Looking up he noticed Mia’s hands seemed to be in debate with her mind on what to do about his shirt, which was tucked into his trousers. “Anxious, my dear? Surely you will not allow modesty to get the better of you now?”
“You are one to talk. Do not tell me you paused your advances just to ask for my permission?”
“…And if I am?”
“Don’t.” Mia replied cheeks slightly pink from the knowledge of what was coming.
“And as for you, my dear.” Erik started, taking her hand. “There is no need for modesty in a time such as this.” Placing her hand at the tucked hem of his shirt, Erik helped Mia to pull lose the garment.
Returning to his previous task the phantom continued to unfasten Mia’s dress until the garment could be pulled down to rest around her hips. His gold eyes rolled over the thin layer of her under blouse. He knew that not many women outside of France wore corsets and at the moment Erik was grateful he would not have to deal with unfastening one.
Noticing Mia’s head drop, Erik kissed her forehead to show his approval, his lips paused when he heard her speak.
“Sorry…I know I’m not…like most French woman…I’m not as pretty as some anyway…”
Pulling away Erik held the designer’s chin, forcing her to make eye contact with him. “My dear, it is true you are not like other woman. That is one of the many qualities I have fallen in love with. Do you know that? And you are beautiful Mia. Even if you weren’t do you think that is a quality I would be particular about?”
Mia scowled. “Erik, you are beautiful, in my eyes.”
Sighing Erik ran his hands along Mia’s back, tangling them in her hair. “My dear, please. Let use not get into this now.”
“I’m not getting into anything, until you understand.” Mia demanded looking her partner in the eyes. “How beautiful and important you are to me. This face,“ Mia gestured putting her hands on the sunken cheeks, has nothing to do with who you are inside. Your soul is what is beautiful to me Erik, which is what I fell in love with. How is love not beautiful?”
“Even if I am an ugly monster?” Erik swore at that moment that Mia growled.
“You are so frustrating!” She yelled aggravated. “Do you not listen?”
“I am frustrating? You are frustrating. You who are just sitting before me like this, trying to start a conversation, in this state.” Erik emphasized running his hand over her cloth-covered skin. “Are saying that I am frustrating?”
“Yes.” Mia replied, putting her hands on either side of his head and kissing him hard. “…Very.” She panted.
“…Agreed then.” Erik said tugging away at her final top layer until her breasts were bared before his eyes. “But you know, I think I’ll take your frustrating self over your modest one.” Erik admitted, fingers faintly tracing a circle along the base of her right breast. “But I wonder…just how frustrating can I be Mademoiselle?” The magician asked, continuing to trace little circles until Mia’s nipples aroused into full erectness.
“…Very.” Mia gasped.
“Oh?” Erik asked, his head moving down. “Perhaps I should not bother you then?”
“…Who ever said…that frustration…was a quality I found disagreeable?” She shivered, feeling Erik’s mouth move so close to her breast gave her feelings she never knew she could posses. Not just emotionally, but physically. Her stomach was warm and almost cramped from arousal, and she could feel a dampness gathering from her womanhood. All she knew was that she wanted Erik as close to her as possible.
Taking the pink nub into his mouth, Erik gently ran his tongue over Mia’s sensitive flesh. His other hand was mimicking the movements on Mia’s left breast, when Erik began to notice just how aroused he was. He had been doing his best to convince himself to be patient. He had waited this long, surely his arousal could hold out longer. He wanted Mia to enjoy her pleasure. He wanted to prove to her, and himself, that he could truly give her more pleasure than she dared to dream of.
Switching his mouth to her other breast, Erik felt Mia tugging on his dress shirt. Without removing his mouth Erik removed himself free from the garment. Looking up into the brown depths, Erik’s breath hitched as Mia began running her hands across his bare chest.
He was so much thinner than other men she had seen, but so strong at the same time. Allowing her hands to run across the lean back is when Mia first felt it. Scar after scar after scar. They were very old, but very permanent. Erik must have noticed her pausing, when he stopped her exploration. “The scars I carry are very old. They will forever remind me of the hell that I have endured, until now.”
Mia kissed his shoulder. “Leave them in the past, there is no reason for the scars to remain here as well.” Mia gestured, running her hand across his heart. The woman gasped as he pulled her closer, that was the first time she had felt his desire for her. The desire that was brushing against her leg. Her mind clouded as the reality of the situation seemed to fade. All she wanted right now was to be with Erik, the closer she got to him the more complete she seemed to feel.
Running his hand across Mia’ bottom Erik began to tug at the clothing that had collected itself around her waist. Bringing herself up on her knees, Mia helped Erik slide down her dress and skirts until she was nude before him. Throwing the garments on the floor, Erik took a long gaze at Mia’s form. “Beautiful,” He breathed kissing her stomach. Pulling her into his lap, Erik’s hands and mouth roamed. He massaged and licked anything he could touch simply just to pull a sound of pleasure from her throat. His own cry startled him at first as Mia’s hips gyrated over his trapped member. ‘If I don’t do something soon, I’ll go mad.’ Moving one hand, Erik gently unfastened his trousers, the whole time feeling Mia’s curious gaze.
Pushing herself off his lap so he could undress, Mia unintentionally brushed across Erik’s arousal again. Biting his lip to hold back a moan, Erik pulled off the clothing as fast as he could, threw it on the floor, and pulled Mia back into his lap. Kissing her full on the lips, Erik let his hands roam down her nude body again, pausing just above her sex. His fingers hesitated at first before moving over her womanhood in small circles. Mia arched her back, before moaning his name.
Erik was doing his best to recall certain parts of the female anatomy that he had read about over the years. Hearing Mia gasp, as his thumb brushed higher, he knew he had found her clitoris. Wrapping his arm around her waist for support, Erik continued his assault on the nerve. At first he gently ran his thumb over the nub, before rubbing faster in time with Mia’s movements. The thrill of her pleasure affecting him as well, as her cries crescendoed he too was getting closer to the edge. ‘Not yet.’ He told himself. He wanted to give her pleasure first, then he would receive his own.
Sticking his index finger gently into her passage, Erik could feel her warm juices coating his digit. God, he wanted to be inside of her. He was about to add a second digit when he felt it. Just as Mia’s back arched, her muscle’s clamped down and shuddered in spasms repeatedly against him. Erik could not fight the smirk that spread across his face in pride. He had given her pleasure. She had cried out his name, because he had done everything right. Now, Erik just wanted the same.
“Mia.” He whispered in her ear. “We do not have to continue.” He spoke in Russian, unsure if her mind could comprehend her second language at this point. “But I would be honored if you would let me, please.” At this point pride was no longer in the picture. Erik would beg if need be, he just wanted to be with her as he believed he was suppose to be; as a man would be with a woman.
“…I want you…I want you to continue.” Mia panted. “I know what you are asking of me, and I want the same.” She finished. Kissing him deeply as he lowered them both down onto the bed. Once on top Erik gently pulled Mia’s legs apart positioning himself only by instinct. “Mia, are you sure?”
Nodding her head Mia readied herself.
“Please tell me if I hurt you? I can not promise I wont.” Receiving another nod, Erik gently slid himself in, not stopping until he was completely sheathed in Mia. He knew he should have gone slowly, but he did not want to watch her painfully adjust inch by inch.
Mia closed her eyes and bit her lip. It hurt; it wasn’t unbearable, just uncomfortable.
Erik stilled himself inside her warm essence waiting for the verdict. After a few moments of adjusting, Mia nodded her head. “…I’m fine…it just feels strange…I can feel you here.” She motioned rubbing below her navel.
“Am I hurting you?” He demanded.
“…No.” Mia shook her head. “…It’s fine.” She smiled, pulling his head down for another kiss. Erik returned the kiss as he slowly pulled himself out of Mia before pushing back in. His hips gently moving in love’s age-old dance. He could feel the rhythm of their bodies, just as if he was playing it at his organ. Their blood rushing together in harmony, the pounding of their hearts like the steady back beat that lead an orchestra. The climax of the opera was building, their pants and gasps a crescendo building higher. He could feel the final scene rushing upon them. The ending lyrics were being sung in the ear, the final note being held out in its glorious pitch and then silence filled the theatre.
Silence had hit as Erik collapsed on Mia’s panting form. The two simply lay together, slowly being brought back into reality’s light. Gently pulling himself out of Mia’s body, Erik rolled them over, so she could lie against him instead of being underneath. Gingerly Erik began to run his hands up and down Mia’s back, waiting for exhaustion to take them both back to sleep. Before Erik could rest his ears picked up Mia’s gentle whisper, “I love you.”
Erik did not reply, knowing that Mia was already asleep and would not hear him. He continued to lay with her wondering and reflecting on how all of this had happened. Just as he was about to join Mia in sleep, Erik’s gaze drifted down to the carpeted floor. Among their scattered clothing were sheets of staffed parchment from a music score. He did not need to read the title, he remembered throwing the damn score in this room before Mia had even been to his home. Besides their was only one score he had ever written in blood red ink; ‘Don Juan Triumphant’.
Oi /stretches/ I didn’t really plan on writing the love scene tonight…It just sort of came out. You’ll have to tell me what you all thought of it. Because, personally I’m not the best at this sort of thing…so tell me what you think in a review, please. No flames! Remember I own nothing accept any original characters and this fiction based plot! Please read and review! I am now questing for 200! Well in the future…

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