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Mirror	By : BellaLaura Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > AU/AR Views: 6356 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sarah took a slow deep breath as her mind tried to wrap around what was happening. It’s okay…this is just one of those lucid dreams…that’s all. The arms, the hands, the voice…it’s all the same…just a dream. She nodded against the gloved hand, trying to show her lack of fear.

Erik felt her relax and then nod against his hand. Still wary, he pulled her back against him and whispered in her ear.

"You do not fear me?"

Sarah shook her head, almost ready to laugh. Why be afraid of a dream? It’s probably just the beer talking back to me. I’ll just tell myself to wake up and this will be over. She felt the hand over her mouth relax a bit and decided now was as good a time as any to wake up.

"This is just a crazy dream…" she spoke slowly as if to convince herself. "This is not real."

"I assure you," the sensuous voice whispered in her ear before Sarah felt herself being turned around. "for whatever reasons the Fates have granted me this, it is indeed real, as am I."

Sarah’s eyes strained in the dark, trying to match a face to the voice. She could feel the heat from his hands burning into the skin of her arms, but her mind still bucked against the idea. " I am dreaming… this is not real." Sarah whispered the words again.

Erik leaned in and breathed the words upon the soft skin of her cheek. " Sarah, do I not sound real enough to you?" Taking her hand in his, Erik brought it to his chest, placing it over his own racing heartbeat he spoke again. "Do I not feel real enough to you?

Sarah’s mind raced, trying to comprehend what she believed with what was actually happening. The solid feel of his chest beneath her hand was undeniable. Before Sarah could reply, his gloved hands moved to caress her face, tracing her lips. The next instant his lips were upon hers, soft in their texture, hard in their insistence. Sarah felt his teeth nibble upon her bottom lip; she moaned and opened her mouth to him, entwining her tongue with his.

Erik mirrored Sarah’s motions, delving into the warmth of her mouth. The lingering taste of the beer she had drank earlier warmed his senses. He pressed against her, moving his hands to pull her hips against him. Pulling his mouth from Sarah’s he whispered hoarsely against her lips, "Do I not taste real enough for you?"

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the room, reflecting off the stark white of Erik’s mask. In that brief moment Sarah saw the desire shining in his eyes, desire as potent as the lightning itself. The thunder that followed jolted her enough to dare ask him.

"Who are you?" Sarah’s racing heart pounded the pulse in her head. The darkness had engulfed them again. "What are you?" Her voice caught in her throat.

Erik took her trembling hand and feeling uncharacteristically bold, brought it to his lips.

"Sarah," he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. "I am not a ghost." He turned her hand over and placed another gentle kiss in her palm.

"I am not an angel." Erik reached for her other hand and bestowed the same treatment upon it.

"I am Erik."

"I don’t understand…" Sarah whispered.

"Why try to understand?" he answered as he pulled her back closer to him. "Why not simply treasure what fate has offered?"

That’s the best idea I’ve heard in a long time and with that Sarah surrendered. The darkness was no impediment as she wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering a soft "Yes" before his mouth covered hers again.

Dear God, Erik prayed for the first time in his life, if this is a dream let me die in it.

He broke his mouth from Sarah’s to trail kisses down her neck. She arched back, running her hands to grip in his hair, emitting a low groan as he bit into the soft flesh. Her hands moved down his neck, feeling broad shoulders underneath the coat. She pulled on the material, wanting less between them. Erik took the hint and shrugged the heavy coat and cloak to the floor.

Sarah’s hands did exploring of their own, enjoying the feel of hard muscle beneath the soft shirt that remained. She tugged the shirt from the waistband of his pants, her nails raking his skin as she tried to pull it off him. Erik released a low growl as he took her wrists in his hands and backed her to the wall. "Not yet, cherie." He leaned in and ran his tongue over her earlobe, then whispered, "Not before I savor you." And after a lifetime of waiting and wanting, I plan to take my time.

Combining knowledge gleaned from books and his own baser instincts, Erik kept Sarah’s wrists pinned above her with one large hand, tracing the other down her arm. His lips feasted upon her delicate collarbone as his hand daringly cupped her breast through her shirt. Erik allowed his thumb to tease the nipple into hardness before lowering his mouth to nip the taut peak through the thin material.

"Oh…God…please…" Sarah arched as hard against him as possible, praying that his hands and mouth touch her bare skin before she died from want.

As if reading her mind, Erik gripped the shirt and in one swift motion pulled it above her head, knocking the clip from her hair, sending thick locks tumbling around her shoulders. He threw the shirt to the floor and instantly closed his mouth over the pink nipple, drawing deeply upon it and relishing in the keening sounds that she made. He moved to its twin, this time running his tongue over the peak before letting his teeth nip again. Sarah dug her nails into his shoulders as his mouth released her and began trailing more sensuous kisses up between her breasts to her neck again.

"Sarah…" his voice trailed off as her hands began to unfasten the buttons on his shirt, kissing the skin as it became exposed. Her hands found his and worked to remove the leather gloves. Once they were discarded Sarah kissed each palm as he had hers before taking one of his fingers in her mouth and sucking hard upon it. Rewarded with a growl she smiled as she released him and moved to push his shirt off.

Sarah paused as her hands found strange raised textures crisscrossing the skin of his shoulders. "What…"

"Nothing, cherie." He pulled her hands back to his chest. "Nothing that I care to remember right now."

Sarah smiled in the dark as she began to caress his chest again. "Then let me help you forget."

Sarah roughly pulled the shirt off of Erik, twisting around so that he was now against the wall. Hungry for more and afraid she would awaken to soon from whatever magic this was, Sarah daringly let her hands trail down to the waistband of his trousers. Her lips and tongue followed the path explored by her hands, delighting in the scent of his skin, the taste of him as she kissed a flat nipple.

Would she be so willing in the light? Erik couldn’t help but wonder. After a lifetime lacking in loving human contact and full of self imposed denial, Erik was overwhelmed. His morbid thoughts were quickly interrupted. His breath hissed out harshly as Sarah’s hands worked the fastening of his trousers. What was denied by sight was enhanced by touch as her fingers wrapped around him.

Damn… was the only thing Sarah could think as her hand stroked his impressive length. Please don’t let me wake up before I enjoy this.

Sarah kissed and nipped her way down the flat plane of his abdomen, following the trail of light hair below his navel. "I have to taste you," was the last thing she said before indulging herself.

Erik’s hands moved into tight fists as her lips closed over the end of his swollen cock. His breath caught as Sarah sucked upon him, taking more of him in her mouth. I have died…

Sarah let her hands move to his hips, digging her nails in as she moved her mouth upon him. She felt his hands move to entwine in her hair as his hips moved against her mouth. She moved to hold the base of his cock as her lips moved from tip to base, eliciting a hoarse growl from Erik.

She smiled and paused. "Surely you don’t want me to continue?"

Erik couldn’t believe the teasing in her voice. Part of him battled to be a gentleman, but the baser need she had awoken in him won out. He didn’t recognize his own voice as he pulled her back to him. "Do not dare to stop."

Sarah thrilled at the rough pull upon her as she brought him back into the warmth of her mouth. She took him in as far as she dared, letting her teeth lightly graze the smooth skin. Erik tensed as she dug her nails into his rear, sucking him deep into her mouth once again. Her hungry mouth was magic and he began to thrust instinctively against her, relishing the sounds of her lips upon his cock.

"Oh…Sarah…" He knew what was close upon him, but the literary descriptions were nothing compared to the barrage of sensations he now felt.

"Mmm-hmm?" She hummed against his length, never breaking the seductive motions that were driving him closer to the edge.

"I…..I….oh…" Erik’s body lost control as his climax hit him. His fists hit the wall as he felt her mouth tighten upon him, consuming him.

Sarah greedily swallowed him, licking her lips as she released him and stood before him. Erik found he had difficulty in stopping the trembling in his limbs, but took his shaking arms and wrapped them around her. He brought his lips to hers, tasting himself as his tongue plundered her mouth.

"Sarah…" he broke away and used the same teasing voice upon her. "I believe it’s your turn."

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