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Destiny Takes Time	By : GueritaSalome Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 19824 -:- 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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Chapter 6 – Giving In

For a brief moment he wondered if he’d heard her right. Had she just said what he thought she did? Or perhaps her idea of them staying in the same bed didn’t involve what he imagined it would.

“Christine, if I stay with you something might happen, and I don’t want you to regret anything later,” he told her, firm in his decision not to do her harm. He needed to be certain that she understood and truly wanted to be with him.

To his surprise, she looked back at him calmly. Christine understood what he was trying to do; he didn’t want to take advantage of her. She had overheard some of the chorus girls talk about such things, though, so she was at least aware of what happened between men and women in intimacy. It still frightened her some to think about having relations with a man, but when she did have those thoughts, Erik was the only person she could imagine being with.

“I won’t regret anything,” she told him without wavering, as she softly ran her fingers through his hair. “I love you.”

How long he’d waited to hear those words. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over onto his cheeks.

“Christine, you know that I love you, too. I always have,” he told her.

God he was breathtaking when he was so full of emotion, she thought to herself. The happiness she saw reflected in those alluring green eyes of his seemed to make them take on a life of their own. They helplessly drew her in.

The next thing Erik knew, he was next to her on the bed. Tonight she was looking at him differently, not just with affection, but also with desire. No longer restraining themselves, they began to kiss again, more passionately than before. Christine thought she would die when he rolled her over on top of him; she felt his hands running down her back to stop just above the curve of her backside…and there was the new sensation of something pressing against her belly. When she realized it was that part of him which she thought was to be feared, she gasped a little, breaking their kiss. He could see by the candlelight that she was blushing.

“Are you all right?” he asked while caressing her back in a soothing manner.

Christine was shaky. She wanted to be with him more than anything and resolved not to let her virginal fears get the best of her.

“Yes, I’m fine, Erik,” she answered and kissed him again.

The tenderness of his touch and the love in his kiss let her know that she had nothing to be afraid of. Softly, she began kissing the left side of his face down to his neck, all the while running her hand over his chest. The ruffled shirt he was wearing was already half open, and she slid her hand under the edge, relishing the feel of his bare skin. He raised himself off the bed a little so that she could remove the garment. She pulled it off slowly, with trembling hands. Once it was gone, Christine just sat looking down at him in wonder for a moment, not speaking, just running her fingers over the finely muscled torso, taking in the view. Not even the male dancers at the opera house were blessed with such a physique; he had a beautiful body.

Erik slid his hands down her sides to her legs. He hesitantly reached under the edge of her gown to caress the bare skin of her thighs, half expecting her to tell him to stop. That didn’t happen, although it was obvious that she was nervous. She lay down against him once more to speak to him softly.

“I think for this to work, you need to be...on top of me, don’t you?” she asked with a tremble in her voice.

Erik knew that this was not necessarily true, but he understood her desire to be guided the first time.

“Is that how you want it?” he asked sweetly, bringing a hand up to stroke her cheek in reassurance.

Too embarrassed to speak, Christine simply nodded. He smiled at her.

Carefully, he rolled her onto her back. He was afraid of harming his beloved; she was so small. She welcomed his weight, though, making soft sounds of contentment as he settled himself over her. It was almost a comforting feeling having his body covering hers. She relaxed enough to bend her legs slightly, cradling him between them. The feel of his erection pressing against her loins no longer scared her. At that moment, all either of them could think about was removing the barriers between them.

Christine’s face was beautiful in the dim light. He found himself so absorbed by her tender gaze that he didn’t want to look away. She guided his hand to her gown, urging him to push it up, and still he did not stop staring into her eyes. It wasn’t until he was about to pull it over her head that his attention focused elsewhere. As he let the gown fall to the floor, she looked at him intently, awaiting his reaction to seeing her breasts exposed to him.

“Oh Christine,” he murmured, bringing a hand up to gently cup the side of one of the soft mounds.

He lowered his head to kiss her there, his breath so warm that she felt she’d melt. When his mouth covered her nipple, it was more than she could bear. At the feel of his flicking tongue, a small cry escaped her, and she arched into him. She had not expected such pleasure. Lightly his mouth traveled over her sensitive skin to the other breast, which received the same attention. Christine felt as though her entire body would burst into flames from the heat she felt inside. An unfamiliar dampness started to line her panties. Then his fingers were there, gently stroking her through the thin material. The feel of his tongue on her breast and the simultaneous caresses between her legs made her think she was in heaven.

Curiously, she slid a hand from his side to the front of his pants, and Erik drew in a sharp breath, unable to wait anymore. He was anxious to free himself and loosened his remaining clothing, but didn’t want to leave the bed to remove it. Christine helped him push his pants and undergarments down his legs with her feet and shyly reached down between them to take him in her hand, surprised by both the size and silkiness of his member. He groaned with passion, and kissed her longingly. They were about to be joined…finally.

“Are you ready my love?” he asked against her lips as they lay pressed together, chest to breast.

“Yes, Erik, I want you to show me. I want you to be the first and only,” Christine answered pensively.

To hear her say that, knowing that she meant it, moved him deeply. Though he tried his best not to show it, Erik was also quite nervous. He had only come upon couples in intimacy a few times in his wanderings through the opera house but didn’t know what it felt like to be with a woman. Certainly, for money, a prostitute would have willingly ignored his mask, but Erik wouldn’t lower himself to that level. He had waited, saving himself for the only woman he’d ever loved, for this moment.

“We can learn together. You see…I have also never…” The words wouldn’t finish coming out, but she understood.

“Oh Erik,” she whispered in his ear, not knowing what else to say.

Christine had known that he had never been intimate with anyone before, but something about listening to him tell her made her heart quicken. What they were about to share was beyond special or sweet; it was sacred.

He smiled at her and lightly pressed his lips to hers before kissing his way down to her belly. His lack of personal experience was definitely no disadvantage; his innate ability was so passionate. Slowly he removed her panties – the last piece of clothing that was between them. Shaking and full of anticipation, she parted her legs for him as he positioned his shaft at the entrance to her warm core. Erik supported himself on his elbows and cradled her head in his hands. He wouldn’t take her savagely.

“This is going to hurt,” he told her softly, “I don’t think that can be avoided, but I will be as gentle as I can.”

Christine nodded and wrapped her arms around him tightly. She too knew that the first time a woman made love that it was supposed to be painful. Slowly, he began to push himself inside her. The sensation of fullness made her eyes widen; this was going to be more difficult than what she’d imagined.

“Try to relax my dear,” Erik whispered as he stroked her sweat-dampened forehead.

But she couldn’t seem to be able to. With every push, the pain got worse until she felt like screaming. She made to dig her nails into his back until, as she pressed her fingertips more firmly against his skin, she felt them – thin, raised lines criss-crossed over the perfect musculature.

“Christine, if it’s too much I will stop,” he offered, even though he was aching to be with her.

“No! Please, I can handle it. It will be all right,” she answered, trying not to show him just how much it hurt.

She wouldn’t let him leave her bed until the act was completed. He had suffered far more than any person should ever have to. It was impossible not to be curious as to what the hidden side of his face looked like that people would have treated him so, but she wouldn’t ask to see nor make any attempt to remove his mask. All she wanted was to show him affection. Christine couldn’t bring herself to let her nails cut into the scarred skin, no matter how much she felt like she was in agony. He’d known far too much pain already. Instead, she lifted her legs and wrapped them firmly around his waist, lovingly embracing him with her whole body. She searched his eyes with tender satisfaction as his breathing quickened in response to her act of love. They kissed deeply, and Christine lifted her hips, letting his mouth muffle her cry as she felt something give way inside her.

Erik knew it had hurt, having felt some discomfort himself.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her lips.

“No, don’t be,” she replied, even as tears formed in her eyes.

He pulled out of her a little and slowly pushed back in. A soft moan escaped her; this time it wasn’t with pain, but pleasure. He continued for a while with gentle, even thrusts. Then as her cries deepened with increasing passion, he knew he didn’t have to hold back anymore.

“Oh Erik…you feel…perfect,” she gasped.

Her remark nearly made him come undone, and his movements became deeper and faster until he was practically pushing her across the bed. Remarkably, he hadn’t felt the need to release yet. Christine, however, was very near her breaking point. Each time he entered her, she felt him hitting a spot inside that heightened her feeling of ecstasy until she felt her whole body would explode. It wasn’t long before she reached her climax, crying out and bucking against him in a manner that took him by surprise. As she tightened around him, he finally let go and emptied himself deep inside her, closing his eyes and groaning loudly as he did so.

“Christine, I love you,” he said breathlessly as the aftershocks of making love for the first time coursed through both of their bodies.

“I love you too, Erik,” she replied tenderly. “God, how I love you…”

It seemed that they both had finally found something that was more pleasurable than music.
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