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Emptiness	By : Josephine1881 Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Slash Views: 8257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty-Eight

By the time we finally made it to the kitchen, it was considerably later and I was considerably happier. We hadn’t repeated what we had done last night, for my backside still felt a little sore, but we had found a few very enjoyable activities all the same. We had even made a little detour to the bathroom to fetch me a dressing gown identical to the one Erik had reluctantly put on again, claiming that he could get used to not wearing anything in the house. Only a very pointed piece of advice concerning hot coffee and exposed skin had finally made him give in. The dressing gowns hiding my body as well as his had been a compromise I had been willing to make.

“I could really do with some food now,” I announced as we entered the kitchen.

“Well, I don’t know,” Erik said with a grin. “I for one already had some… nourishment this morning.”

My cheeks flushed. It was true that he had had his share of liquid nourishment, if one could use that term. Just like the last time he had pleasured me with his mouth, I had warned him when I had been close, but unlike last time, he had gone on, and… I blushed even more deeply.

“It’s all right, Raoul,” he assured me gently, guessing my thoughts correctly. “If I hadn’t been sure to enjoy it, I wouldn’t have done it in the first place.”

“But you couldn’t know whether you’d enjoy it,” I argued. “You had never done it before.”

“Yes, but… I simply wanted to do it, so I did it,” he said. “You talk as if you hadn’t enjoyed yourself.”

“I did, I did,” I muttered hastily.

The mere memory of his lips on me the whole time, never leaving my sensitive flesh, not even in the most crucial moments, made me want him to repeat the experience… again… and again.

“Then why are we talking about it at all?” Erik asked. “You enjoyed it, I enjoyed it… Would you rather have coffee or tea for breakfast?”

“Coffee, but…” I murmured, looking to the floor. There was another question on my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to uttering it. It would have been too embarrassing. “What about me?” I finally brought out, in barely more than a whisper.

One of the things that were both good and bad about Erik was his slightly uncanny ability to deduce what was on my mind from merely one or two facts.

“You want to know whether I’ll expect you to do it for me as well?” he asked.

I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the floor.

“Look at me, love,” he all but cooed.

The term of endearment did what his voice alone wouldn’t have done, at least not with such ease. Obediently, I lifted my head and looked directly into his eyes.

“Do you honestly think I’d make you do anything you’re not comfortable with?” he whispered.

I shook my head, gazing into his beautiful eyes.

“I love it when you pleasure me in any way, especially with those luscious lips of yours. The rest is… an addition, nothing more. I wanted to try it and I’m glad I did, but whether you do it as well is up to you. I won’t love you any more or less for it… not that it would be possible for me to love you any more than I do,” he added, his voice as soft as honey on my soul. I felt myself positively glow with happiness.

“I love you, too, Erik,” I whispered. “Whether or not you… do what you did.”

“What – pleasure you with my mouth and swallow the semen?” he said lazily.

Sometimes I couldn’t help thinking that he enjoyed making me blush.

“Didn’t you say something about coffee?” I asked quickly, hoping my face would return to its normal colour if I talked about something as mundane as breakfast.

“Among other things, yes,” he agreed.

His smile told me he’d let the matter rest, at least for the moment. I was very grateful for it. I knew he drew pleasure, possibly even of the physical sort, from my consternation, but it was a little hard to deal with this early in the morning. I’d probably get used to it after a few nights like this, though. The thought made me smile as well.

“Where’s the food then?” I asked as my stomach gave a little growl. I couldn’t remember the last meal I had eaten. My memory of everything that had happened before that night was slightly hazy.

Erik walked over to a cupboard and opened a drawer.

“Let’s see,” he muttered, leaning down to examine the contents. “I’ve got bread… cheese… jam and honey… no fresh rolls, I’m afraid, since I haven’t been outside yet… but there’s still some chocolate cake. We never ate it the other evening when you came to visit me. It’s a little stale now, but that shouldn’t alter the taste too much.”

“Mmmm…” I made. I had no objections to his suggestions. On the contrary, I thought it all sounded delicious.

Erik emerged from the cupboard, his arms full of plates and jars filled with food.

“You can help, too if you like,” he offered, carrying them over to the table. “If you lay the table, I’ll make coffee. Everything you need is in the top drawer.”

I nodded, glad about having something to do. I didn’t want Erik to think that I was using him as my housekeeper.

To my surprise, I found the drawer to be equipped not only with a plate and a cup for one person, but for two.

“Have you been expecting me to eat with you?” I asked, loading my arms with all we’d need.

“Not exactly,” he replied. “I wanted you to eat with me, yes, but the plates and everything else was there before. I bought it for…”

“…for Christine,” I finished. “I see.”

Strong hands seized me by the waist and pulled me close, nearly making me drop everything I was holding.

“Are you angry at me now?” Erik wanted to know softly. “I was just being honest.”

“It’s all right,” I told him, meaning it. I couldn’t blame him for having made preparations, even if it had never been likely that Christine would come here. I’d have done the same.

A shrill hissing interrupted what could have become a tender moment.

“The water!” he exclaimed, letting go of me abruptly.

Quickly, before I could no longer hold them, I carried the plates and cups to the table, then returned to the cupboard to fetch the cutlery. By the time I had placed everything neatly on the table, Erik joined me with a coffee pot in his hands. He filled my cup first, then his, gesturing invitingly at sugar and milk with his free hand.

“Take whatever you like,” he said. “Food and drink. Just help yourself.”

I didn’t need telling twice. The next minutes passed in silence, except for the sounds of knives cutting bread and spoons stirring coffee and the occasional slurping. The coffee Erik had made was surprisingly good, a little stronger than I’d have preferred it, but as long as there was enough cream to sweeten it, I was not about to complain. The food was very good, too.

The truly astonishing thing was that Erik ate as well. I had to remind myself that he did things as normal as that. He had told me so, and I had even seen it for myself. Still, it was strange. I had regarded him as a mere ghost for so long that it was hard to think of him as an ordinary human being.

He seemed to notice the fascination in my eyes as I watched him, for he ate and drank with great relish, giving me the occasional wink. His manners were excellent, not at all like one could have expected it from someone who had lived alone for years. I doubted that even my father, who had been exceptionally strict about things such as manners, would have found fault in him.

It was only when I started with the chocolate cake that I spoke again.

“This is delicious,” I declared after the first few mouthfuls. “You didn’t… bake it yourself, did you?”

“No,” he replied. “Baking is not one of my many qualities. I bought it.”

“You bought all this cake for you alone?” I asked with a slight frown.

“Well, I had the faint hope that you might come here,” he admitted. “But if you hadn’t come, I’d have eaten the cake myself… or else I’d have left it in the chorus girls’ dressing room to ruin their diet and infuriatre Mme.Giry.” He grinned sheepishly.

I smiled as well.

“I saved the chorus girls then?” I asked. “Well, in that case…”

I helped myself to another slice of cake and wolfed it down hungrily. Erik watched me with a smile on his lips. He seemed to enjoy feeding me.

“What are your plans for today?” he wanted to know once my mouth was empty and it was safe for me to speak without crumbs falling onto the table.

I gave a little groan. I didn’t like being reminded of the outside world. For a while, I had almost forgotten that there was an outside world.

“I guess I’ll go home and make up a good excuse where I’ve been all night,” I replied without great enthusiasm.

“Say you’ve been with a girl,” Erik suggested. “I’m sure your brother will be delighted to hear that.”

“Yes, but if I tell him such a story, he’ll want to know all the details,” I argued. “He won’t leave me in peace before I…” I stopped myself, smiling as a wonderful thought spread through my mind. “Erik, what day is it?”

“The first,” he answered, looking at me curiously. “Why is that so important?”

“Because Philippe won’t be home when I get back,” I told him excitedly. “Every month on the first, he travels south. Our family owns land there, and someone has to make sure that everything is all right. Well, in Philippe’s case, it probably means that he walks around on the land for five minutes, declares that everything is just fine and spends the rest of the day in an inn, looking for pretty girls. But I don’t care. All that matters is that he won’t return till night.”

“Why are you going back at all then?” Erik wanted to know. “You could stay here… with me.”

“Yes, I’d like to stay,” I replied without hesitation. “But don’t you have things to do? I mean… who’ll scare the chorus girls and tell the managers what mistakes they make if you’re not there?”

“Oh, I will be there,” he gave back, reaching over the table and taking my hand. “And so will you. I’ll show you the opera in a way you’ve never seen it before.”
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