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Somewhere only We belong to	By : InfernalParadise Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7
Playing the last Act of Aristocracy

Madame Ducard seemed to be most excited when Seraphine arrived at the luxurious home shortly after midday.
"Oh, my dear – tomorrow we have to get you dressed in the best way!", she told her daughter without a welcome.
"Are we going to a ball?"
"Something a lot better, I can assure you. You know you are at the best age for getting married, darling."
It took all of Seraphine’s strength not to visibly stiffen at her mother’s words that caused her great unease.
"And while your father kept visiting balls and dinners, I was busy finding someone for you who is just perfect."
She led her daughter into the expensively furnished living room downstairs and motioned for her to take a seat. With a dramatic sigh, she sat down next to her to take the young woman’s hands in her own.
"Oh, Seraphine – Corbiau is such a gentleman! You will be utterly delighted when you finally meet him tomorrow afternoon. He promised me to visit us for tea and I’m sure he simply can’t wait to see you. I’ve been telling him so much about you, darling."
"What’s he like?"
"Rich, very rich – and judging by the amount of female suitors he has, I am allowed to say he’s an extraordinarily handsome, charming young man. It will be the marriage of the year!", Madame Ducard moved closer and lowered her voice, "Of course I told him that you are still innocent and very inexperienced when it comes to men, so don’t worry about meeting him tomorrow. He is from an old family that takes care of behavior as well as its wealth, thus he will be the perfect match. And now come on, darling – I already told our servants to get you anything you need today… we don’t want you to look unprepared tomorrow, now do we?"
"Thank you, mother."
Deep inside, Seraphine wondered about the naivity her mother owned. She never had asked if her daughter had possibly not lived as innocent and kind as most children of Paris’ nobility would do although she had been growing up in the Opera where morality was not always a feature the people there knew of. Seraphine felt suddenly proud of having behaved the way she had so far – she even was glad about the idiotic stage boy, relieved that he had saved her from being a part of her parents’ perfect world now. She recalled the early morning hours when Erik had played his little game with her, and considering the surrounding she was in this very moment, she decided she would happily die being his whore until eternity instead of pretending to be something others tried to turn her into. One more night in the no doubt expensive and just as uncomfortable bed, she reminded herself, and afterwards she’d never wake up without Erik next to her or holding her again. Her hand wandered down to rest on her belly almost instinctively at those thoughts. Erik’s expression at the news that he was going to be a father returned to her mind – an expression she would never be able to erase from her memory, she knew, for it had been so full of joy and love.
Seraphine didn’t ever find out whether Corbiau was his last or first name, but at least he was an idiot beyond belief for sure, moving between praises for himself and comments about their future marriage that would never take place, although he had no idea about it. What little he owned of a brain was balanced with a rather handsome appearance, yet to Seraphine he was nothing more than a copy of Raoul – the image of the young, seemingly perfect Viscomte being marred because of it’s inner ugliness. At least Corbiau turned out to be a kind man who knew how to behave.
"I’m aware you’re still young and innocent, Seraphine, but let me reassure you that I’ll be a loving husband who will do anything you ask of him", he finished after long and just as boring stories, taking her hand in his.
"In that I trust, my dear Corbiau", she answered sweetly, smiling at the memory of the many nights in which Erik had proven that she wasn’t innocent anymore at all – she even carried the result of it inside her body. Mistaking her happy expression for love, Corbiau hugged her tightly.
"I have your heart then?"
Such a naïve moron, Seraphine thought as she nodded in fake shyness. When he wanted a first, innocent kiss, however, she pulled back.
"Do not be angry with me, but I believe that a decent woman should not exchange kisses with a man unless she’s married to him."
"How true, my dear."
"For now, however, I have to ask you to excuse me. I hardly slept last night as I was so excited about finally meeting you."
At that he pleasantly smiled in a way that made Seraphine wish for Erik, bringing his rope around the young man’s neck to wipe that bragging expression away.
"You fulfill all expectations a woman could ever dream of when it comes to a future husband."
But Corbiau was already on his feet with a smug smile on his face, offering her his arm.
"I thank you, my dear. You truly should retire soon this evening for I intend to take you out tomorrow morning."
"You are too good to be true", she complimented him, but was glad that he escorted her since she still didn’t always find her way in the huge estate. In front of her room, she thanked him once again, giving him a kiss on the cheek that he happily accepted. As soon as his foot steps had faded, however, she leaned against the door and sighed in relief. The longer she lived here and the more people she got to knew, the more she felt like a visitor in a circus show. She would have never guessed how many rich and utterly idiotic aristocrats actually lived in Paris. It was as if the Opera was even the only sane place left.
Although considering Corbiau’s hilarious behavior, Seraphine thought it best to not mention him in Erik’s presence during the next time. The ridiculous man meant no danger, let alone threat for them, yet she feared for what Erik might do to him if he found out Corbiau was supposed to marry the woman that already belonged to him. Belonged… she lingered on the little word and felt amazed about herself the same moment – whenever it had came to men in her past, she had always sworn to never actually belong to any for she didn’t want to become a possession. And yet, she wanted Erik to own her every being, to have him keeping her forever like a precious ring he would even wear in his grave. He never used her to brag in front of others or praise himself since all he cared for was to share his life and love with her, regardless of what people might think or say should they find out one day. She was supposed to be his – as much as his whole being belonged to her, as much as his heart lay in her hands.
Seraphine decided to use the opportunity one last time and called for her servants to help her taking a bath. On the one hand it was terribly comfortable having nothing to do by herself, but on the other hand it felt weird and she was hardly ever by herself. Changing into the most comfortable dress afterwards, she told her parents goodnight and retired to her room again. This was it, she thought while taking a look around, I won’t miss anything of it. Her body ached with want at the mere imagination of seeing Erik soon again, but the hours didn’t move on with much pace, forcing her to read through various books she had never paid attention to before. Finally, almost by midnight, a quiet knock on the door brought a smile to her face. With a soundless move, she opened to have Erik entering, completely dressed in black and wearing the black mask that made his appearance both seductive and menacing.
"Madame", he slightly bowed to her, "I intend to abduct you now and ravish you afterwards when we’ve reached our destination. Do you agree or will you have me take you with force?"
"I agree", she said, flinging her arms around his neck and responding to the hungry kiss he pressed to her lips.
Their escape was almost ridiculously easy as not one of the servants was still awake. Thus they were outside the estate a few minutes later. A black horse waited next to the entrance that brought both lovers to a destination that only Erik knew about. Seraphine had expected him to have chosen a place in Paris, but as he continued to spur on the horse, she became aware that they headed for the forest. And somewhere between the dark trees that appeared like menacing giants under the pale moon, a little house became visible. Erik stopped the horse in front of it and wanted to help Seraphine getting down, but she was faster than his hands since curiosity almost overwhelmed her.
"This is it", Erik said when he opened the door to reveal the most comfortable home she had ever seen. The furniture begged to be used and several small candles created a warm, flickering light, while heavy curtains of velvet covered the windows. Everything was so normal as she had been used to her whole life long, yet it had a rich atmosphere of mystery and seduction just like Erik.
"You’ve seen only half of it", he told her with a smile when he noticed her look.
Offering her his hand, he led her down some hidden stone stairs to show what lay underneath the house: a secret realm that truly seemed like a smaller sister of his home beneath the Opera. Even a piano stood at the place where the organ usually was set up, and Seraphine knew he’d never tell her how he had managed to do all of this or who had helped him for she knew this was too much work for just one man.
"Now", he said with a meaningful smile, "I’ve successfully abducted you which leads me to the question where and how to ravish you. Any suggestions?"
"You are hopeless, Erik."
He rested his hands on her hips, taking a scrutinizing look at her.
"I like you way more when you’re able to breathe. Besides, it can’t be healthy when you are with a child."
With a smile his left hand wandered down to touch her belly.
"I take it there’s no doubt that I am truly the father?"
"At least I suppose you were present when it was made, Erik."
Leading her back up into the house, a shadow fell across his face all of a sudden.
"What if it looks like its father?", he asked in a bitter voice, grabbing Seraphine’s wrist as she wanted to turn away from him to take a look at the bedroom next door she hadn’t seen so far, "What if it looks like this?"
And with an angry, yet painful desperate movement he ripped the mask off of his face.
"Then it will still be our child and we will love it, Erik. It’s no contagious infection. It’s just… a freak of nature."
"A freak indeed", he murmured, softening the grip on her wrist, "I don’t know if I’m able to be a father, Seraphine. There’s so little I share with the world…"
But her finger silenced him as she pressed it gently against his lips.
"Now, do not worry, love. We haven’t seen each other for two days and arguing is not what I intended to do when we finally meet again."
Closing her fingers around his black cloak, she pulled him towards herself to meet his lips in a longing kiss. Skilled fingers reached behind her to open the anyway loose corset, and seconds later Erik had her standing completely naked in front of him, taking in the sight.
"You are so beautiful", he whispered, drawing her closer to his body. He remembered the evening at the Opera not long ago when he had almost taken her against the wall of the tunnel behind the mirror. Never again would they have to hide their feelings or deny their bodies what they truly craved for.
"Last chance to enjoy it. From now on, I won’t get slimmer", she said with a fake sigh although she really worried about what the pregnancy would do to her body.
"No, you’ll get more beautiful instead", Erik explained while trying desperately to get rid of his clothes. In the state of arousal he found himself in, it was truly hard to concentrate on the various buttons, therefore he was thankful about Seraphine’s fingers solving this task. They had serious troubles to even get into the bedroom that reminded of a second heaven owned by the Phantom of the Opera, but as soon as Erik noticed her wandering eyes, he threw her backwards on the bed.
"You’ll have plenty of time looking at it later", he growled, still in his pants, but hardly able to control himself. Seraphine grinned at the helplessness in his voice and cupped him through the silky material, eliciting a moan from him. Pulling him closer, she kissed him by almost violating his mouth, while her hand continued to stroke his arousal. Erik propped himself up on his elbows above her and let her do as she pleased until he realized he was about to come in his pants if she didn’t stop. Therefore he grabbed her hands to pin them over her head, managed to free himself from his last piece of clothes somehow and drove into her. A few incoherent words came from her lips, expressing her content with his action, but before she could actually meet his thrusts, he already had released himself inside her. The certainty that she had driven him so far gave her a feeling of blissful power although her own body protested, wanting to find its release as well.
"That truly was ravishing", she said in a soft tone while her fingers brushed through Erik’s hair. His expression was filled with both embarrassment and regret.
"I’m sorry."
He pulled out, causing her body to protest even more, but his lips came down on hers the next moment to kiss her impassioned. Slowly he let his mouth wander down her body, not leaving out a single spot of flesh with caressing or gently sucking at it. When his lips reached her breasts, he closed them around one of the hard nipples, enjoying Seraphine’s rather vocal reaction to it. Every time they were with each other, he seemed to touch her in a different, pleasant way, and yet it was always so comfortable and familiar as if nothing had changed at all. Moving further downwards, he let his hands rest on her hips while his mouth found her inner thighs. Seraphine shuddered as the rough side of his face rubbed against the sensitive skin there most delightful, but a flick of his tongue against her opening made her finally go mad with desire. His hands held her down as much as he found himself able to in his returning arousal, still she managed to writhe beneath him until he retreated and positioned himself again over her body.
"Don’t stop", she begged him as he grinned at her, enjoying the power he owned that very moment.
"I’ve just started, love", he told her before one hand cupped her between her legs and his lips drowned the moan in a long kiss. Almost tentatively, his finger slid into her, repeating only those movements he got response to. Accompanied by his name being cried out, he felt her tightening around him before she climaxed forcefully, all the time aware that he watched her face as she did so. Erik lay fully down on her when her body calmed down again, and his lips found the pulse at her throat to gently suckle on it. His arousal pressed against her already sensitive inner thigh and she noticed to her own surprise that she wanted him yet again.
"Take me like you would have taken someone you’ve really abducted", Seraphine whispered hoarsely into his ear and received a moan at her words. But Erik lifted his body again, held her hands down on both sides of her head and thrust so violently into her that she couldn’t say if it was pleasure or pain she felt. In any case it caused her body incredible delight, thus she wrapped her legs around him to encourage him in his movements.
"That’s how I would have taken you at the Opera during the pause", he brought out between pants, "Tell me when I hurt you."
"You’re doing quite the opposite, but I’m… God, Erik!"
Her body took the chance to climax so intense that she thought for a second it must have been two at the same time, but Erik coming inside her distracted her from thinking closer about it. He continued to thrust less violently into her until both their waves of pleasure subsided, and with a silent sigh he collapsed on her, feeling her hands stroke over his face.
"I love you, Erik."
He lifted himself to look into her eyes.
"And I love you, my angel. Although you haven’t been much of an angel tonight…"
"You wouldn’t want me to be an angel", she told him and he grinned, capturing her lips with his own.
"True. Seraphine?"
His expression changed into a serious one.
"From now on I have to be more gentle with you. Please remind me if I should forget on it."
"You don’t have to be more gentle just because I’m pregnant. My belly won’t start to grow already by tomorrow", Seraphine explained, entwining her fingers with his. As much as she didn’t want to become rounder, she could hardly await the moment when the baby would move in a noticeable way for the first time. And she wished so hard for it just to prove to Erik how much she loved him, especially while carrying their common child, how little the world’s opinion about him meant to her. Above anything else, she wanted him to live a happy, bright life as she knew he had been dreaming of since the day his mother had abandoned him.
"I think it’s going to be a girl", he suddenly said, touching her belly, "Isn’t it strange how I’ve always used to touch you without a second thought and now I know there’s another life beneath your skin?"
"I can hardly recall a moment when you touched me without a second thought, love."
"Probably", a grin appeared on his face, "but in most cases it didn’t concern a child."
"Unless you still call yourself a child, that is", she replied, already knowing his reaction.
"Now, now… don’t try my patience by getting cheeky", a playfully warning tone came back.
"You have no patience, Erik."
She grabbed the mask he had thrown onto the bed before, turning it in her hands. With a strange fascination, he watched as she put it back on his face, covering the unmasked side with her other hand.
"I used to dream so much about you before I even realized it’s love", she admitted, her voice filled with emotion.
"Who did you dream about – the Phantom or me?", the true interest surprised her.
"During my wildest dreams, it supposed to be the Phantom. You rather owned the gentle ones", an amused eyebrow raised at her words, "Although there’s always been both of you in my dreams somehow."
"And now?"
"Now it’s all about you I love. Like this… or this…"
She accompanied her explanations by touching various parts of his body – his lips, neck, eyes, forehead, chest, arms… Erik got lost in counting all of the tender movements as he found himself utterly enjoying what she did. Finally, her hand raised to remove the mask and the look of adoration on her face moved him more than any words could have done. Underneath his body lay the woman his heart rested with, and she was as real as the touch of her fingers, as the fact that she carried his child. Erik came across that thought over and over again as if he still couldn’t believe he was going to be a father.
"And I love this", Seraphine noticed his absence in mind, thus she rose to cover the deformed flesh of his face with loving kisses.
"I’m just glad you’re already pregnant", he suddenly stated with a sigh, causing her to frown but not take her lips from his skin.
"And why is that?"
"Otherwise I couldn’t assure you that you wouldn’t get tonight."
"Is there a reason for that chance, love?", her breath against his ear almost drove him insane as she whispered that innocent question.
"Because I intend to take you all night, willing or not."
"Willing", Seraphine replied without hesitation, pulling him down on herself. Their first night of a new life, she thought to herself, and they were already celebrating it in the most appropriate way.
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