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An Old Fashioned Dream	By : LillyFair Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 3177 -:- 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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The disclaimer that I have forgotton thus far: I own nothing but the idea, characters...unfortunately are not mine.

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“So take your mask,” she had said throwing his mask to the floor at his feet, “ hide your true form, for I can hide mine no longer.” Erik played out his frustration on the dusty old piano. He had moved the piano from the Opera House when he had moved Christine’s things, but ever since she left he had no desire for music. Everytime he had attempted to play, the music it had always seemed empty and cold, devoid of all beauty and desire.

In order to not completely loose what was left of his sanity he divulged in his other activities that he had neglected due becoming her Angel of Music, meaning architecture, invention, and art. However this past week shattered everything, his angel had been brought back to him, possibly by fate, most likely by a demented vicomte. His music was becoming violent, as he continued to think about Raoul.

“Raoul ” he uttered out loud, giving him a name, a concrete reference that was almost like admitting defeat. Referring to him as “boy” or “vicomte” made him an intangible creature, something that was an idea not actually real but Raoul was anything but intangible. He was a living-breathing rival. Raoul had taken everything from him and then reduced it to nothing but a shell, beginning with Christine, and then with his music.

Erik’s music had taken an evendarker turn as he thought about Raoul’s fingers sliding skillfully up her spine; entwining his fingers into her long curls, and finally taking her. Then he saw the image of him throwing her into the mirror, Erik did not care that he didn’t do it on purpose. No one cared when Joseph Bouquet accidentally was accidently murdered by wondering into the torture chamber, everyone blamed it on the ghost, regardless of the circumstances. His fingers were running gracefully and forcefully up and down the keys of the piano trying to rid himself of the image of her writhing beneath him in ecstasy, and then being thrown into the mirror.

He was sure that when he let them go, she would be safe and happy, that’s why he never asked her what her choiceactually was, he knew she wanted to stay with Raoul, or at least he thought he knew she wanted to stay with him.

The piano sang out his fury making the sound echo throughout the entire house. He was angry with Raoul for hurting her, angry with Christine for staying with him, and angry with himself for being the cause of Raoul’s state of mind. If he never would have put him in that situation, she never would have been hurt, but then she wouldn’t be here with you now either his mind warned.

Suddenly as violent as the music had began, a soft haunting sweetly seductive song emerged as he began to think of Christine and the encounter of her first night in his home. He thought about the softness of her lips, and the warmth of her skin. His mind drifted to the immense pleasure he had felt at waking up with her hair in is face and his arm half asleep because of her weight, the simple things that most married men take for granted. The more he thought about her, the more his music began to change into a gently hypnotic song which seemed to beckon her from the comfort of her room.

Christine heard him start to play his music as soon as he left her room. I must have severely angered him, she thought. Erik would always pour out his emotions into his music, it was his release, his way of communicating with the rest of the world, but no oneexcept her was ever able to see it.

She could feel his anger and hatred for Raoul, and she couldn’t blame him for it either. In his eyes Raoul was what stood between him and happiness, but Christine knew that it wasn’t true, it was she who stopped him from being happy.

If anyone could read Erik’s music she could, anger, hatred, and contempt were played in every single note, she wished she could comfort him; but how could she comfort him, when she herself was the cause of all his torment.

She looked around the room and noticed that his mask still lay on the soft carpet. How she loathed that thing. Since she had awoken and seen him with it on she had wanted to rip it from his face but lacked the strength to do so. Thinking back on their argument she couldn’t believe that she had the audacity to tear it from his face and taunt him with it right in front of him, how cruel could she be. The horror he must have felt; no matter what she did, she always found a way to hurt him. She felt increasingly guilty as she knelt down to the floor and cradled his mask in his arms rocking back and forth to the music.

His mask held his scent and it invaded her senses making her remember the way he felt under her touch. A strong desire to please him overwhelmed her as she felt his soft hypnotic music surround her and penetrate her sorrow. Could he ever forgive her for what she has done?

She didn’t even realize she had moved from the floor until she was already halfway down the hallway realizing she had absolutely no idea of where she was going. She knew that if she followed the music, she would find Erik.

As she followed the hypnotic sound she saw many portraits, and scenes which most-likely came from the depths of Erik’s mind. She saw a portrait of a woman, with dark hair and very cold eyes handing what appeared to be a mask to a cowering child. The boy appeared afraid, but there was certain strength about him, and even though it was only a small boy, she knew that it was Erik and his mother.

He had told her the story of how his mother had neglected him and forced him to wear a mask, but seeing the actual image come to life, made her heart ache for Erik. What he must have went through; how could she have never considered it before. She wished that she could reach into the painting and shield the small child from his doomed fate.

There were several other images of Paris, and Persia, Italy, and Russia, she knew them all from Erik’s stories, but they seemed to come alive and surround her, as if she was able to actually enter into Erik’s mind and see what he has seen, feel what he was able to feel. It was the same effect that his music had on her.

His music, his music seemed to call her even stronger that before. She wanted to stay there to learn more about what Erik saw all those years ago, but she couldn’t deny the power of the music any longer, it reached into the depths of her soul, calming her pervious anger and calling her forward.

She almost began to run using the haunting notes as a path to it’s mysterious owner. It was almost as if the music had taken a life of it’s own to come and find her, to make her come to the dark man to tortured the keys of the piano. Even the music sought to comfort him. However just as she was about to enter what appeared to be the music room, one more portrait captured her eye. It was a portrait of her at her own wedding.

The portrait was of her alone, before she prepared to walk down the aisle. He had captured everything perfectly, the style of her dress, the way her hair had arranged, it was perfect. Erik was even able to capture her nervousness and even her longing for her Angel in her vacant expression. He had obviously been present the day that she made the vows to Raoul. She had no idea that he had even been at the church, or had seen her, but there she was hanging in Erik’s hallway at the entrance to the music room.

The portrait made her look even more beautiful, he either did not chose to paint her imperfections, or he just was blind to them altogether. The longer she stared up into the distant eyes of the girl of the portrait, the more she felt like she had to live up to that expectation. Erik was truly a genius; she could not possibly be that beautiful, he did neglect to capture the darkness of her soul.

When she opened the door she found it almost in complete darkness, only one candle was lit which sent an eerie darkness over the man who rocked back and forth over the ivory keys.

This what his days must have been like under the opera house, nothing but darkness and music. She couldn’t stand to see him torture himself like this.He had told her that she had needed light and warmth, but so did he, after years of solitude he needed the light perhaps more than anyone so she absent-mindedly began to light one candle after another. When she came to the fireplace she lit it for light but also for warmth, for it was quite cold and dusty in this room, evidently it had not been used in quite sometime.

After the room was well lit which of course he did not notice since his eyes were tightly shut, she stopped to watch him play. The familiar intoxicating melodies encircled her body and attacked her senses making her aware of how much she really wanted him, needed him, and loved him; the very words same words he had uttered to her not hours before her mind argued.

Christine had made her decision; she deftly crossed to where the tortured man played out his emotions on the instrument. Slowly she leaned in and placed small kisses upon his marred face. She slid her hands down the front of his dress shirt relishing the feel of his quickened heartbeat, and warm body.

Erik’s eyes snapped open, he hadn’t even heard her enter the room, let alone light the candles and the fireplace; not being the opera ghost had really weakened his senses, but as he felt her lips on his flesh he quickly thought of how he could get used to this. Unknowingly he had hit a wrong note on the piano causing the discord to ring out in both their ears.

Christine smiled seductively and pressed her lips to his ear.

“Did I hear the great and mighty opera ghost almost falter at my touch.” She continued to caress his chest, this time popping open some of the buttons to gain access to his skin. His sharp intake of breath at the feel of her cool fingers sliding across his scared skin gave her more confidence.

She began to place kisses on the sides of his face and then down his throat as far as she could bend being sure to tease the skin with her tongue. Suddenly she felt a hand at the back of her head, pulling her closer to him, she enjoyed the feel of his fingers in her hair, but the most amazing part was that his music never faltered, he continued to spring forth a fantastic melody with the use of only one hand.

“You completely amaze me!” She said as she stood up to look at him. Christine put her hand in his as he guided her to stand slightly in front of him so that he could look at her. The fingers of his right hand lightly gazed over the ivory keys, as the fingers of his left hand gently caressed her cheek and throat.

“No it is you that amazes me, by simply being here.” and before she realized it he pulled her onto his left knee while both hands continued to play the haunting melody. Ever since he had first brought her down to the lair, he wanted to hold her like this as he played, his love and his music, the two best things of his life. This is where she should have been this is where she belonged.

“Now you are trapped my dear,” Christine laughing as she sat in his lap, she enjoyed being in his arms especially in front of the piano, she watched with amazement as his fingers delicately moved across the keys. She became entranced by the movement, and thought about how those fingers gracefully going up and down her spine in the same fluid motion. She knew this melody and she wanted to join, rather than just sit there.

While Erik was playing she joined in the music by mimicking his notes an octave higher, and an octave lower emitting a beautiful piece of harmony between the two of them. Christine was indeed enjoying herself, Raoul wouldn’t even let her play the piano that was in the foyer, but while he was asleep, she would put the dampener pedal on and play in the late hours of the night, sometimes it would comfort her if she could not sleep. While she was lost in her thoughts, she felt drops of water land on her shoulders and fall into the curve of her breasts. When she looked up at her maestro he saw the tears streaming down his face as he looked at her and played the piano.

The moment their eyes met he tempted fate and leaned into her and kissed her soft lips. He had never tasted such sweetness as he parted her lips with his tongue. At that moment the music came to an abrupt end as he turned her around to face him. Their mutual passion had been heated by their piano duet, and he could wait no longer to put his arms around her. He pulled her close to his body and savagely claimed her lips.

In all her coupling with Raoul, never once had she felt such a strong desire. She had felt his desire yes, but never had she wanted a man that as much as she wanted her former master. She kissed him back with just as much intensity as he was giving her that shocked them both to the core.

The buttons on his shirt were already open from her earlier exploration, but now she did not want to wait to be gentle, she ripped the rest of his shirt off his shoulders causing the last few buttons to fall to the floor. Her fingernails skimmed his skin, causing him to moan with pleasure. He already had the buttons of her gown undone; he was now working on removing the laces on her corset. Their mouths had hardly left one another and finally she stood before him in her very revealing chemise.

He kissed her lips determined to make her his when she backed away from him. She had the look of desire in her eyes, which reassured him.

“I want to make up for the lost time; and give you a new reason for life.” Her voice was low and seductive, raw with need for him, as she slowly began to remove the front buttons of her chemise. She ever so slowly slid the fabric off her shoulders, taunting him with her flesh, giving him full sight of what she had denied him.

To Erik she had never looked lovelier, her blonde hair hung to below her waist, slightly disheveled due to their previous ill restraint, and her breasts were covered in sweet and deliciously aroused. There was no stopping him tonight she was going to be his, and it was very appropriate that it would happen in the music room; music is what brought them together after all.

Christine’s sultry movements toward him brought him back to the present, when she was near him, she lifted her leg it to his lap.

“Would you care to do the honor of removing my stockings.” Erik smiled seductively toward her as his hands reached out and took hold of the thin fabric. His fingers slightly entered her core just enough to tease her, as he slowly caressed her leg removing the stocking. She put it down, and then lifted the next leg, as his fingers gently probed her inner thigh removing the second stocking from her body.

She stood there completely nude as he pulled her onto his lap causing her to straddle him on the piano bench. Her breasts crushed into his bear chest, as his hands reached into her hair. He caressed her spine with such reverence as he took with playing his music, which caused her to moan in his ear.

“I want you to know that you are mine, I could not bear it if you left again, so if you have a desire to leave, this is your last moment to gather your clothes and leave, because even just speaking to you is taking all restraint that I have.” She looked into his eyes, and consequently his soul.

“My heart, and my mind is here, if I leave it would only be through death.” With that she stepped off of him as he stood, and lowered herself to her knees to begin to undo his trousers. Once she had them off, she looked up at him with nothing but wonder and amazement on her face. This man had given everything to her, and she had cruelly taken it away, she leaned down and kissed his feet, his knees his waist before she paused and took his aroused flesh into her mouth.

Erik groaned at this pleasure, he had never thought that her innocent nature would actually allow her to perform this act, but by no means was it a complaint. A strong desire to please him coursed through her body as she kneaded him, and teased the length of his flesh with her tongue, she wanted to hear him say her name; she needed to know that she pleased him. His fingers combed through the length of her hair as continued to give him the greatest pleasure of his life.

“Christine…” he sighed in need that almost bordered on pain. Once she heard her name she continued to place kisses up his waist lingering on his belly button, and then up his chest taking an erect nipple into her mouth, she used her teeth to slightly bite causing him to release another moan.

As soon as she was standing upright, he savagely grabbed her into his arms and carried her over to the chemise. He laid her down and came on top of her as he kissed her lips and trailed small kisses also mimicking her biting attempts down her own throat, but in the meantime he slid one finger up between her inner thighs as her whole body cried out for release.

“Erik!” she cried, “I need you” but he would not be swayed he wanted to savor every inch of her. As his fingers continued to probe her, he took one breast in his mouth, while his other had took the other one. Christine had never felt such pleasure, every sensitive area of her body was on fire, she began to pant as her first orgasm hit. Erik stopped his movements for a moment and just looked at the beautiful woman beneath him. She was undeniably his, not even that boy could take her from him now. Judging by her reaction he doubted that the boy had ever made her feel like this and he was going to continue to love her, to make her cry out his name again.

“Erik. I need you now.” she screamed.

He wasted no time in pulling her to the floor to meet him and he entered her body quickly. For a moment time stood still as they looked into each other’s eyes, both not believing the sensations that were coursing through their bodies. The last time she had sung on stage their souls had joined in music, now they have joined in body and spirit, tears began to flow from their eyes as they both continued to move. The continued their rough movements into each other one after another, Christine clawed at his back, the pleasure was just too much for her, and Erik fared no better than she as he held onto her hips with such force.

Their lips met with such a fierce desire, that when release finally came they both collapsed to the ground still joined, wrapped in each others arms as they fell asleep in front of the roaring fire each holding onto each other tightly afraid that they would loose one another to the world.

And that is how he saw them as they looked in through a window at night, two lovers that have finally found peace. Now what to do with this information he did not know, but he had to do something, somehow something had to be done.

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